<?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-8257052760035295991</id><updated>2012-02-28T23:17:16.599+08:00</updated><category term='bellissima'/><category term='love'/><category term='loves'/><title type='text'>Nuratiqah Mohd Hafiz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5417956418576060044</id><published>2012-02-28T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T23:17:16.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>28/02/2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another exciting day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went out to celebrate dear Idrus nyer birthday.. Was meant to give him a surprise and hahaha.. Based on mataer dier nyer report, we did a fairly good job on the surprise part.. Hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good good.. Yet again, didnt expect the outing to be a very enjoyable one. It was again a super fun day and I had tonnnnssssss of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you loved ones.. And you.. hey you.. I love you..especially..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5417956418576060044?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5417956418576060044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5417956418576060044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5417956418576060044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5417956418576060044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/28022012.html' title='28/02/2012'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2005997571444264670</id><published>2012-02-19T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T23:39:29.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Life plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life life life... How has it been so far, since the day I last updated my blog.. Well.. It has been happy happy ones.. No complains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alhamdulillah for all the lovely people in my life.. People who loves me unconditionally and those who care for my well-being:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So.. So whats up with life exactly ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Been thinking again.. Thinking if I should reshuffle or if I should change my life plan.. Been bothered by all the 'what ifs' again.. And all different possible, sounds-good ideas/plans come to mind.. Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been thinking and have discussed briefly with dear beloved on this.. And realised that I have no reason to actually change my life plan. Just that, this time, I should really consider marriage into the plan.. Yea. Really should... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So.. Thats basically ya.. I shall update again soon. When I have something to share and write.. I will come back..Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2005997571444264670?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2005997571444264670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2005997571444264670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2005997571444264670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2005997571444264670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-plan.html' title='Life plan'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3432780044794361261</id><published>2012-02-10T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:09:08.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Current song on repeat mode: Selembut Sutera- Nur Fatimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok.. I have just reached home from work, seminar and an outing with a bunch of few people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And apart from the fact that I became the centre of everybody's attention since I am wearing a super bright red dress and a super tired feet due to killer heels, I am feeling wonderful.. Thank you to the 3 bunch for making my evening a pretty enjoyable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looking forward for more~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well well.. Life has been colorful the past few days.. Dull colors with a tinge of bright colors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well who bothers anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3432780044794361261?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3432780044794361261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3432780044794361261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3432780044794361261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3432780044794361261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6986877509744951320</id><published>2012-01-29T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:58:34.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>I am selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Too many stuffs are playing in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dun even know what I am doing.. What I am thinking and what I am feeling. Leave me alone for a while and this problem keep coming bugging me. Urgh! Its so frustrating doing something and hating it at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know people talk behind me all the time. And I dare say even my close friends do that. How I know? I am not dumb! And I have brains to and eyes to think and see. I know I am called names and I also know that I have been selfish to people. It bugs me. But given time, I've been wondering if it is wrong for me to be selfish, like finally, too see myself happy. Doing whatcr I think I want to do and having the freedom to think abt what I want to do in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As much as theres still that imperfection in my life, I am rather happy that I am free. I finallybreathe with relieve. Knowing that I have done myself a favour not owing anyone my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am sorry. To everyone I've hurt. But I think its also time I think about myself. My happiness. My future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6986877509744951320?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6986877509744951320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6986877509744951320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6986877509744951320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6986877509744951320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-selfish.html' title='I am selfish'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7636691539193629955</id><published>2012-01-17T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:55:36.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Me and the choices I make</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just thought that maybe I should satisfy my need to write before I hit the sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Topic for the day: Thinking my thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Till today, I have been thinking about my choices. The choices I have taken in life and whether they do me good or otherwise. What if some things didn't happen or what if some things did happen? Been thinking about the big 'WHAT IFs'. Not that I can control myself from thinking. It just came passing my mind so randomly. So yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've made a huge change to my life plan. It was kinda an impromptu change plan but I think until I think of something better, I will abide by this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am turning 22 in a few months time and my am I not getting any younger. Responsibilities held on my shoulder not giving me any spare time to stop and think.. Juggling two things at one time is no joke! Deciding one over the other has never been a forte of miine butI've been doing alot of those as time past. Kudos to me. But I always have the 'what ifs' after any deciding game..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Baby steps to a wiser and responsible me. Thats what I wanna believe.. I don't care if they think I am not capable of doing so. But I know I have people who believe I can. I know I have people who will root for me till the very last bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today, I am proud of who I have become. I have past which I prefer not to dwell on. I have experience which some, I dun wanna go to. But all in all. I am living by my choices. I am my own driver in my own life. I decide where I go and I decide who I wanna become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And thats what sometimes make life so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7636691539193629955?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7636691539193629955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7636691539193629955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7636691539193629955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7636691539193629955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/me-and-choices-i-make.html' title='Me and the choices I make'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6943849404598417802</id><published>2012-01-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:30:20.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>OOOH YEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Other than the fact that I am addicted and on repeat mode for Siti Nurhaliza's falling for you, I am dead rot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My phone doesn't sound that much tonight due to the fact that someone forgot to charge dier nyer hp.. Bagus sesangat.. Pergi date ngan mak nyer choice! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am rotting but hey.. I am not joking.. Having the time to rest. Like finally! Thats already seems promising enough.. Trying my very best to not even think about work.. Of which it hasn't been that successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh anyway.. Today was wonderful.. I mean day at work was nice.. Though I was rushing like mad the whole day. Decided to balik siang sebab ade twinny suro I balik cepat.. Kesian lak kan dier da sampai lame! Surprise surprise.. Ade orang fetch I!!! Hhaha... Ade la pagi2 terpikir knape eh.. Sekali that day jugak dapat surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well well.. My already nice day was made perfect after work.. I am thanking loads!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right now.. Since I takde pape nak buat.. Let me just go back to my Siti Nurhaliza addiction and maybe same game..Bye syg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6943849404598417802?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6943849404598417802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6943849404598417802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6943849404598417802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6943849404598417802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/oooh-yeah.html' title='OOOH YEAH!'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3674903101510843977</id><published>2012-01-09T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:38:22.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>I just wanna be happy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever feel the need to want something but knowing that the only thing blocking your way or stopping you is the fact that you are so afraid to face other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how much I tell myself I lead my own life and I shouldn't worry about what other people think, I can't stop thinking and feeling that what I do may hurt or let down some people. Damn! Its not like this is the first time this is happening to me! I think about people too much that at the end of it, it sometimes doesn't pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daddy has always said that I should be happy with what I do. When I am not feeling the satisfaction and happiness in what I am doing then stop! Sometimes I wish I can just stop and move on but it gets soo difficult when it involves people and their feelings.. Or better yet, mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life has so much to offer and thats where the problem comes in. At least for me! It has too much that the next step to it is choosing.. How do I ever know that choosing something over the other is always the right choice? Because usually, the right choice, it doesnt come to me at all. Blurg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my.. Why does love always have to play a big part in someone's life? Or maybe being all goody-goody nicey nice is not always good.. Urgh! Play with decision. Play with choices!! Eat yourself up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May I have and get guidance for all this complication and may I HAVE THE ANSWER FOR IT WHEN THE TIME COMES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3674903101510843977?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3674903101510843977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3674903101510843977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3674903101510843977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3674903101510843977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-just-wanna-be-happy.html' title='I just wanna be happy..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3614612821154481889</id><published>2011-10-27T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:10:30.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>The world and the talented..</title><content type='html'>So basically, today I have 2 very interesting to blog about. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have this urge to listen to MJ. Wanted to listen to Heal the world and cause this comp is loading the video too long, I decided to just browse through the related songs in the sidebar and ended up clicking the Haiti song sang by the many many artist. Listen to them and watch the video and little do I know, I have tears streaming down my cheeks. Been thinking about the world and how bad it has become.. Naturally and not. Its scary when you think about it but its really upsetting to see news about people dying every single day in the papers due to all this. It really kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, when you see people say they want world peace as a wish, I will go like why that? Isn't there something more better ou could wish for. And as I grew up when people ask me what I wish for, I say WORLD PEACE! Simply because , now I realise the meaning behind it. Theres no point in asking for more money and never ending happiness when the world is not even safe and peaceful. When everybody is hating and bearing the hard grudge. Grudges pollute the world and it never became a safe and peaceful to live on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that if people were to die, its because of natural disaster or sickness instead of obvious human factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second being, I came across Connie Talbot's video on youtube and was blew away by how amazing she sounded at 10 and how beautiful she grew up to become. I was simply in love with her when I first saw her when she was 6 , when she auditioned for Britain's Got Talent. Since I did not know at all which year that was, I simply thought she's still a young girl until today. She's 10 and shes so amazing. That much I would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, where did all this talent come from. So young yet so much talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now.. I am in so much envy but needless to say.. Nothing can beat GLEE.. and thats what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3614612821154481889?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3614612821154481889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3614612821154481889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3614612821154481889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3614612821154481889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/world-and-talented.html' title='The world and the talented..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1615569773722107565</id><published>2011-10-25T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:44:28.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>After so long..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey my lovely bloggy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At work currently and all I've been doing since morning were GLEE-ing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My addiction, rather obsession for glee has left boyfie rather scared. Actually it scares the hell out of me too.. Not that I mind at all. Dreaming of Heather Morris hugging me. Then Mark Salling giving me a peck.. I wonder whats next, man.. Can I just simply get them all for Christmas? I wish~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, life? Been through the up and downs of life of which now is the lowest down but I ain't complaining. GOD gave me downfall for a reason. Either as an obstacle of life or as a punishment in life. Its ok. Who am I to complain aniway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boyfie has always been one great guy. Being by me in almost every single step of the time. Though meeting always seems like a problem but always reminding me that he's always having my back, now.. Thats sweet as hell.. I love you as much I am allowed too..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Social life? I crave for them but my current situation just limit my social life a little much bit. But hey, theres always the internet, phone, whatsapp and more.. You are never that far away with technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmm~ I need a time out for a walk in the garden, a calm sip of drink, a very much healing massage and time with my love ones. I am super blessed to be surrounded by those loved ones and never have I complain about having them with me. Cause, their presence mean alot to me in every single step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life is fun.. When you bear no grudges for the one who broke your heart. When you throw away anger from the one who's responsible for it. When you realise that all negativity happened is due to partly your own fault. For example, I bear no grudges after granting myself time to think over why my heart got broken.. It's simply because i dun make a good girlfriend to that guy I said I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because 1 think I realise, saying you love is an entire different thing to actually loving that particular someone. Loving him means seeing the best in him and loving me is just vice versa. Guess I couldn't get that. And also, they say.. GOD has a pair for everyone. HE knows better, so what do I need to feel angry and upset for when I don't clearly know what is in store for me just yet. Lets just take things as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To boyfie. I love you alright. Thanks so much for everything. And one day if what we wished for happened, it happened. Simply said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1615569773722107565?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1615569773722107565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1615569773722107565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1615569773722107565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1615569773722107565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/after-so-long.html' title='After so long..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8818726796206441604</id><published>2011-09-12T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:40:57.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Baby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently listening to Glee's Lea Michele- Jar of heart... Would say the song suits the mood so perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe I will just dedicate this blog post to baby..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Baby.. we both can't remember how we met each other but what we knew was that we met 7 years back and since then we've been the bestest of friend. You always been the figure I know I can count on and also one whom I always pour all my happiness and sorrows to.. I would say you know me best than any other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The first time I told you I love you, I wasn't sure if that was what I want cause I was still traumatized by whatever had happened. You led me along every single small step we took and patiently taking in all my complains and whining and mistakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today I can proudly say that I love you so much.. I dun care what people wana say about us being together but as long as we are both happy with each other, I think thats all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Here I wanna apologise for all the wrongs I've done and I know they are alot.. I am sorry b.. I love you lots and it will stay just the way it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Now listening to Glee-Pretending (Finchel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8818726796206441604?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8818726796206441604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8818726796206441604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8818726796206441604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8818726796206441604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby.html' title='Baby..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3224624103308324392</id><published>2011-08-21T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:15:29.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3224624103308324392?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3224624103308324392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3224624103308324392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3224624103308324392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3224624103308324392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/painting-house.html' title='Painting the house'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3436633137531068190</id><published>2011-08-11T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:14:16.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Its the Fasting month again,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, its the fasting month. Already 11 days in this holy month of Ramadan. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ramadan this year was what I would say a very challenging one. Reason being is that I am finally working in a freezing office where everyine around me are non-Muslim. So food and drinks here and there. Not that its tempting me but just that you know, they always say 'when its too cold, you tend to be more hungrier'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Another reason to a challenging Ramadan is just Work itself. Dealing with 'cekik-darah' staffs and vendors and clients are very frustrating.. Very very frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But well, Ramadan kan.. Nak marah2 bingit2 pon takde energy and mood. Hahaha.. So yeah, what I can say is that I am a very patient person this Ramadan. Kalau tak memang aku da maki agaknyer pompan tu tadi..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anyway..I have been thinking alot these few days.. Been asking myself where am I heading to. Got some options but still thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Been haunted with the past again and again and as painful as it feels, I am grateful I am strong enough to stand up again. I dun want to think about what happened in the past with anybody.. I am grateful and wish to think about what is happening at the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank you mum and dad for loving and taking care of me.. Thank you sis and bro for everything. Thank you work for letting me earn my income. Thank you dear for being there.. Just being there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love you guys.. Alot:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3436633137531068190?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3436633137531068190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3436633137531068190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3436633137531068190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3436633137531068190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-fasting-month-again.html' title='Its the Fasting month again,'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2065470423602054918</id><published>2011-06-04T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:24:45.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Glee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello bloggy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I know i know.. its been ages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Lets just talk about some stuffs ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I've turned 21. Yea.. Freedom! Yeah-right!!  So.. 21.. 12May this year was specially awesome than any other day. I wouldn't ask for it to go any other way. Thank goodness.. Surprises by dear and cake from family was awesome..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I got wofly from dear. Hhah.. He's actually a small-stuffed wolf! I loved it the moment I saw wofly's face because he is just sooooo adorable.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hmm.. What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Work.. Im so stressed up thinking about work. Oh my.. Just stop it work.. Im sooo tired. Just very tired if working. Im not sure of whats the cause.. Either Im tired of the environment or Im tired with everything else and want a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh ok ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I am madly in love and obsessed with Heather Morris.. Glee comes in second. Heh.. She is freaking hot.. and oh my.. Glee not only gives the best dance, vocals and drama but feature many hot actor/actresses.. Aww~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;ok.. I wanna concentrate on glee.. Bye babies..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2065470423602054918?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2065470423602054918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2065470423602054918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2065470423602054918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2065470423602054918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/glee.html' title='Glee~'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-478841735938205895</id><published>2011-04-08T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:25:50.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Life thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its been ages since I last update.Lets just do it now ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, whats up with life? I am busy with work.. Everyday. Dang! It comes to a point where I even bring work home..Like what I am going to do today..Blurg! Now now.. This is bad bad.. Haiya..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Social life? I am drifted apart from all my close ones..I think its been years(exaggerated) that I've last seen Liyana and Kin.. I've had a few brief text-exchange with a few others.. Just a brief one because I am always rushing.. Wrong timing I would say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Khai? Hmmm.. Last I saw him was yesterday.. Hahah.. Actually Iam seeing him almost everyday.. So I dun miss him all that much la.. Hahaha.... (Joking) I miss him lots lots though baru 5min lepas jumpe.. ahah..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well.. Life has been exciting and alhamdulillah, everything goes well. No pain, no anger.. Syukur*..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What I have been up to..? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Other than the fact that I am always rushing and making sure my work and job are done perfectly, I am actually also looking and analysing life. They say, once a big drastic change happen to you, only then will you realise how you always take life for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So basically, start of with Khai. Well, too many people are seeing us both together.. I am sure too many have seen our message exchange on fb and stuff. If I should say, he is my special someone now. But.. I am still a single girl.. I do not want to jump into any relationship and get myself another heartpain or anything.. Khai, lets just take a step at a time alright.. Love you many2..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Life? They say promises are meant to be broken.. I find that bullshit! and whoever who came up with that nonsense.. Well, you're just an arse! This past days, I have thought of what I have actually done all my life and what life has offered to me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Syukur..I am appreciating whatever I am given and granted and hope that things goes well for me.. And even if I am down with probs and difficulties, I hope I can pick myself up and stay strong..:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The other time, my manager told me that friends are very important. Even when you are married, do not ever let go of your friendship with friends..Because they are very precious.. How true..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lastly..I miss you friends alot.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-478841735938205895?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/478841735938205895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=478841735938205895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/478841735938205895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/478841735938205895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-thinking.html' title='Life thinking'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3501658565259814352</id><published>2011-03-12T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:09:06.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>A very entertaining day,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hello World:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am a very happy girl alright.. Who syas single life is boring? It is not given you have the right company.. Well I have pplenty of right company.. It came to an extent where even the meanest thing dun affect me. So next time ppl, dun bother being mean.. Because I am not affected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Today I went out with dear Khai to the IT Show.. And we were all like ants.. But fortunately, since we both do not have soo much of big built body, we could get our way ou kinda easily.. Hha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So what happened was that we went to every single store they have there and got ourself mesmerized by how low or rather cheap things can actually go.. And shocked the hell out of ourselves.( mind you this is my ferst visit to an IT Show ) .. Got bro a Cruzer 4GB thumbdrive for 8.50.. Got myself earpiece at 9.80.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The best part about this is that we actually sanggup travel all the way to bugis to get a 10buck 8GB mp3.. haha.. Lucky Bugis is only a station away.. Heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;OK.. The guy itself.. He surprised me with quite a few things today.. The time when he got me stg tho I told him NO.. He actually accompanied me from one level to another level.. From one store to another store. Not even complaining of being tired or irritated or watever.. He can even joke about all this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And seriously I've never thought that just window shopping with a guy could be that much fun.. Well maybe because no guy could actually tahan the way I shop.. HHaa.. Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, it was a very enjoyable day. Very entertaining day too I would say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thank you baby...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3501658565259814352?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3501658565259814352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3501658565259814352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3501658565259814352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3501658565259814352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/very-entertaining-day.html' title='A very entertaining day,,'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6763756183754809659</id><published>2011-03-05T14:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:44:58.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Oooh lala~~ wedding~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I was bored at home..Thinking and thinking what I should search and suddenly remembered about the details of my future wedding.. Hhaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Lets just berangan abit ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Like everyone else knows.. I am deeply in love with purple and lavender.. So I would want just such theme.. Just lavender, and purple.. White and sunflower..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poVUDRLN7pk/TXHY3HamjRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WERmkKtNgiA/s1600/bridal-bouquets-with-sunflowers-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poVUDRLN7pk/TXHY3HamjRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WERmkKtNgiA/s400/bridal-bouquets-with-sunflowers-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580479854683786514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;My bouquet ok.. No roses on my wedding please.. Just lavender and sunflower..Because lavender is my very favourite and sunflower just brighten and makes everything else looks sunny and joyous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mavGZZCFZ9U/TXHY3ZvX8QI/AAAAAAAAA5c/f5172YS8pO8/s1600/196547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mavGZZCFZ9U/TXHY3ZvX8QI/AAAAAAAAA5c/f5172YS8pO8/s400/196547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580479859602747650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Where I would want my wedding reception to be at is by the pool..Why the pool? Simply because I want my guests to have a very relaxing and calm reception. Let them enjoy their food and the wedding in a very peacefun and calm manner. Aniwae.. Water = calm.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASObX6KvE9s/TXHY3nSb-UI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YgfNWtqZTcc/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASObX6KvE9s/TXHY3nSb-UI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YgfNWtqZTcc/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580479863239473474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fl0l4E_lpmY/TXHY3qYteNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rYAtc7TKA8s/s1600/hot_sales_purple_strapless_taffeta_Wedding_Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fl0l4E_lpmY/TXHY3qYteNI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rYAtc7TKA8s/s400/hot_sales_purple_strapless_taffeta_Wedding_Dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580479864071092434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hehe.. My in-my-dream wedding dress.. Nak mampos aku nyer wedding pakai tak senonoh gini?! Hahah.. Wat I actually want is the color to be like the first pic..The gown to be more like the first pic.. The corset like to be the second one.. But what I want to edit is to have the ferst dress to have long sleeves. Just imagine how k people.. Hhaa.. This is just the ferst dress.. The next dress will definitely be MUSLIM-liked. With head scarf and all.. Hehe..That will be white ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmm.. What else do I miss.?? I guess that will just be abrief description of it.  The ring? Just let it be a surprise.. haha. In case anyone want to know the finalised detailed wedding to be like, then tell me k.. I will keep in mind to invite you.. And that might be like.......... 8 9 years? Hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6763756183754809659?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6763756183754809659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6763756183754809659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6763756183754809659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6763756183754809659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/oooh-lala-wedding.html' title='Oooh lala~~ wedding~~'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poVUDRLN7pk/TXHY3HamjRI/AAAAAAAAA5U/WERmkKtNgiA/s72-c/bridal-bouquets-with-sunflowers-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6976269165010824527</id><published>2011-03-02T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:18:36.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Enlightment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d-sMf9JL_g/TW0bc9jZFqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/2gkhtamDo9U/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d-sMf9JL_g/TW0bc9jZFqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/2gkhtamDo9U/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579145697755207330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This week everthing started out good. Haha.. Good.. Alhamdulillah.. Thank you to the human forms who enlighten my everyday life.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And may I say that I am actually surrounded by many nice guys.. Many..Nice guys.. Hhaa.. Oh man,, Where have you all gone to all these years.. hhaa.. JK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thank ALLAH for giving me life till this date to repent and correct whatever wrong I have done.To realise of all wrongs I have purposely or by accidently have done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Lastly.. thanks  baby..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6976269165010824527?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6976269165010824527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6976269165010824527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6976269165010824527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6976269165010824527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/enlightment.html' title='Enlightment'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d-sMf9JL_g/TW0bc9jZFqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/2gkhtamDo9U/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2992548233540812902</id><published>2011-02-22T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:54:44.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Single-mingled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hello.............world:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;How are my lovely readers( if theres any) doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Life has been a bit on the bad side for me.. Yea.. What a start for 2011 right? Be it working life or personal life.. hahA.. Funny life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Aniway.. Alhamdulillah.. Everything goes quite oh so well in my life.. There were a few heart break and all, but I am doing good. Actually till now, I shocked myself at how strong I am at handling all this problem.. Haha..  Actually not much of a problem la.. I am a single carefree girl and I like the idea of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So what I've been up to recently? HahA.. Other than entertaining this particular person.. I've been bz with work..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80NdLpzHTj4/TWPN6CS0_8I/AAAAAAAAA48/YPm1AwgJmas/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80NdLpzHTj4/TWPN6CS0_8I/AAAAAAAAA48/YPm1AwgJmas/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576527160546754498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thanks Khai.. For entertaining my nonsense and all.. Hhhaa..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2992548233540812902?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2992548233540812902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2992548233540812902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2992548233540812902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2992548233540812902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/single-mingled.html' title='Single-mingled'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80NdLpzHTj4/TWPN6CS0_8I/AAAAAAAAA48/YPm1AwgJmas/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2155907657127331560</id><published>2011-01-30T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:56:37.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>The girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh dear goodness.. May I have the strength and patience to overcome these obstacles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet up with Liyana and Kin after work.. Spend some time with them.. No gossiping this time( not that we always do)..But instead, we chose to all talk about ourselves and the families.. Well, I had the ferst talk when I started singing that song.. 'tentang aku,engkau dan dia'.. I miss the girls so much and I love them  more.. 8 years and I have treated them like my own familiy and naturally if one is down. I will feel their pain too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what happened was, we poured out our misery and pain and problems.. Am proud that all of us were strong enough to not start crying.. First ourselves then family.. Honestly, I was at the very end of the straw.. I am at my very lost and I am very vulnerable at the point of meeting them.But still I manage to smile. I am sure its the power they both have on me whenever I see them.. Haha..:) They have always been like a rock to me.. Thank you so much girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A friendship that was evolved accidentally. A friendship so sincere we could accept each other's shortfalls without a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls.. It actually came as a shock to me that so many things happened since the last time we met. Almost all of them bad.. All of us having problems befalling us almost at the same time.. But I am sure and I know that we are all strong enough to handle and overcome this.. This much I hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls.. Just to let you know that I love you girls soooooo much... Thank you for all your company, advices, jokes and problems.. We shall have more impromptu meet ups in the future ya... Love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TUV5xoABvJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Lpq0OsG65NQ/s1600/IMG_3400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TUV5xoABvJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Lpq0OsG65NQ/s400/IMG_3400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567990407771569298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2155907657127331560?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2155907657127331560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2155907657127331560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2155907657127331560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2155907657127331560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls.html' title='The girls..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TUV5xoABvJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Lpq0OsG65NQ/s72-c/IMG_3400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-486845088581102466</id><published>2011-01-22T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:54:41.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Confusion mode on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, it has been on for quite some time now.. Basically I'm just confused now. I sincerely do not know what GOD has written my fate as. I do not know how my life will go on from now onwards. I dunno what mistakes I will make as of now. What deeds I will make as of now. What decision I will make as of now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;I dunno what will happen tomorrow. Will I survive a stressful state? Will I handle a bad breakdown? Who will I have to depend on? Who will be by me when I'm down? Will I make decisions that will only backfire to myself? Will that decision eat me up later? Will I live peacefully after the decisions made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;I need two sided advice to make my decisions. I need a real good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Liyana.. Shikin..Mane korang???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-486845088581102466?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/486845088581102466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=486845088581102466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/486845088581102466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/486845088581102466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/decisions.html' title='decisions'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7794402191072128560</id><published>2011-01-16T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:10:51.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>help me, GOD</title><content type='html'>There were some moment in ife when you wish you have got everything.. Everything. Money, fame, happiness, love. Yes love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why its always so hard to find love? My thoughts? It because we are choosy people. Demanding all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warning! im getting emotional!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days, weeks, months.. They have never really been a good enjoyable one for me. Days after days..Weeks after weeks. Months after months.. Life basically revolve around work.Tiring and stressful. Do I have anyone to talk to? Hmm..Not really? Do I have anyone to share my days with?Not really. We'r not talking family here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday when I wake up from sleep, I hope something good will happen. Something miraculously wonderful will happen. But again and again I got dissappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tqah is facing problem. I can solve those problems but I cannot do this alone. Not alone when problems I am facing involve other people. I am tired of people telling me they love me but at the very end all I got is bullshit. I am tired of sweet words when everything else finally just sounds the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, at this moment, I am confused. So very much confused.. Who can I talk to? Well, noone.. Just one person. Just that one person. But haiz.. I burden him oh so much already. I dun have the heart to burden him anymore. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.. Give me strength and solutions to these problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7794402191072128560?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7794402191072128560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7794402191072128560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7794402191072128560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7794402191072128560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/help-me-god.html' title='help me, GOD'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1924506958965761320</id><published>2011-01-10T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:47:14.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Since I have always been getting blocked by my own brain, lets just talk about something more specific and easy ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Lets just talk about the new year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; And so, 2011 is here.. Already living in it. Working in HR dread me even more about accepting the new year. Simply because, it means more work. But enough about work.. So yea.. 2011 is here.. As I sat doing my work earlier today, I realised that,,hey..its already the 10th?! So fast right.. And soon its gonna be the chinese new year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;2010. Hmm.. A very interesting year yet again.The year I got myself a diploma. The year I got myself experienced in many kind job post. I enjoy doing them.. I mean, at the very least I know how fun stock taking can be at times ya. I know how important being a receptionist is. I know how difficult it is to earn money. And this is also the year I got myself a permanent job. A job I dun quite enjoy in the beginning, But well, every job has its flaws and strong points ya. So, sometimes I enjoy the laughter and nonsense that there is in the office. Sometimes when having to deal with this people's attitude, I just wanna give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In any way. 2010 was indeed a wonderful year again. Alhamdulillah.Im hoping that 2011 could be somehow better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;What I want for myself this year: a happy me to be a terrible terribly gd gerl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a blast people this 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1924506958965761320?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1924506958965761320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1924506958965761320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1924506958965761320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1924506958965761320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5172914082636052589</id><published>2011-01-09T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:42:27.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>BLURG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;EVERYTIME I WANT TO WRITTE ABOUT SOMETHING, I END UO GETTING BLOCKED! WHENEVER I REACHED INTO THIS PAGE, I BLANKED OUT LIKE NOONES BUSINESS. IT HAPPEN SO MANY TIMES AND I GET FREAKING FRUSTRATED CAUSE I AM NOT ABLE TO EVEN WRITE DOWN WAT I WANT TO WRITE DOWN. HAIZ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;SO NOW, IM STUCKED IN THIS WORLD OF MINE WHERE WERDS CANNOT HELP TO DESCRIBE WHAT I FEEL. POETRIES WRITTEN. BUT WHEN I READ IT AGAIN AND AGAIN I REALISED IM GETTING WORST AND WORST. I CANT WRITE PROPER ANYMORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;ITS GETTING MORE AND MORE FRUSTRATING BY THE MOMENT.. BY DAY ALSO... STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;OK. GUESS I SHALL JUST GET LOST OK. IRRITATING.. ONCE I HAVE FOUND A WAY TO WRITE PROPERLY AGAIN.. I WILL COME BACK AND WRITE IN YOU YA DEAREST BLOGGY... LOVE YOU BLOGGY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5172914082636052589?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5172914082636052589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5172914082636052589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5172914082636052589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5172914082636052589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/blurg.html' title='BLURG!'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4683808338880895575</id><published>2010-12-21T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:29:26.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;"  Life is very beautiful if you live in simplicity. You can find your  Happiness in the simplest things. You also find Love by giving Love to  others. You can build your own world, loving and caring for others.  There you will also find your Happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Written in 2010 by Claudine Patrascu --- Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;3months has past and I am still surviving in my office. Surviving scoldings, politics, stress headaches, tired self. Everything. Good and congrats I would say for myself.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, here we go. How is my life so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Life has been good. Just some unfairness.But then again, when have life ever been fair? Its just how you wanna accept it thats all. So far, I am accepting them all good. With open hands. Hahaha. My social life is a bit limited. World now revolved around work and home work and home.. Im always either too lazy to meet my friends or I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is a bitch. Regaining me back all my tension headache. Yan has been persuading me to go see the doctor but hmm..We'll see huh. December to February busy. Waa..I can foresee myself not even realising the new yaer have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damnation..Talking about new year. Its already 21st. Its so freaking fast can? It feels like it was only a few weeks ago, I was welcoming 2010 and now 2011 coming already? Man, thats fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just recap what I've achieved this 2010 (tho I know its nothing much)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TRCarS2JFYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5Go-Z3zSpgU/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TRCarS2JFYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5Go-Z3zSpgU/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553108409131799938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Alhamdulillah. This is a dream come true. Writing a cerpen was one achievement. Winning is another. Having it turned out into a drama is another. Its indeed the best experience I can ask for or have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.Graduating.Graduating at the supposed time and with all the friends, that indeed was awesome. GPA was back by only a few decimal points but like they say,you get what you earn. Didn't complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TRCb8h72jmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/u6AvxRmfOEs/s1600/IMG_3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TRCb8h72jmI/AAAAAAAAA4k/u6AvxRmfOEs/s400/IMG_3454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553109804751687266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;All the other achievements I think is all the jobs I have held. Many positions but I manage to survive through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is to finally settle down on a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I ask for. Happy 2011..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4683808338880895575?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4683808338880895575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4683808338880895575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4683808338880895575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4683808338880895575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-very-beautiful-if-you-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TRCarS2JFYI/AAAAAAAAA4c/5Go-Z3zSpgU/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7282218796247760920</id><published>2010-11-17T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:53:38.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Smile:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;"When you know you have loved ones but still  feel lonely. When you know you can shout but still keep quiet. When you  know you should express but still just be ignorant. I love to say I am  an attention seeker..but I only seek attention from my loved ones. But  when my loved ones are not giving me attention.Then can I go seek from  public now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I like to think that I can handle everything. I love to think that I can be patient up to a level it would kill. But who am I kidding? I am only human..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;When they ask "Hey,what's wrong? tell me." , I only say "Nothing.I'm good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Some will probe more and some will just try a few bit more and then give up. Not that I give a damn about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But you know, what hurts the most is that the people you love, the people who say they love you, when they ask the question. First, you should know that you've hurt me and shouldnt ask.Its either you're plain stupid or you simply wanna keep your ego high by wanting me to TELL you what's wrong with me. Second, you dun go get angry at me for being angry..I am human and I am free of my own feelings and emotions. You dun get angry at me if I dun want to tell you whats wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Problems would always be problems. Its how you handle them that will determine the outcome of every problem. Haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thats it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7282218796247760920?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7282218796247760920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7282218796247760920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7282218796247760920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7282218796247760920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/smile.html' title='Smile:)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3799929234606873545</id><published>2010-11-14T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:52:45.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Lavenver ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.baseinchina.com/up_files/images/2009515/633779752255053537-Wholesale-Wholesale-Sterling-Silver-Pink-and-Lavender-Crossover-CZ-Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.baseinchina.com/up_files/images/2009515/633779752255053537-Wholesale-Wholesale-Sterling-Silver-Pink-and-Lavender-Crossover-CZ-Ring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Baby.. Can I have this for our wedding? My wedding ring..Customised with our name engraved on the ring.. *Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addiction and obsession for lavender is dangerously crazy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So..well well.. Gd day.. Good weather to be crawling onto bed and snuggle up with your blanket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;These few days, my urge to write has been tremendously strong,, I need to write.And the need of paper and pen by me has been a necessity. In case I'm free not doing anything for the moment or in case something nice just run into head and I need to jot it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I wanna blog about stg but have forgot what about.. And when I can remember what..I shall come back alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" src="file:///C:/Users/NURATI%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3799929234606873545?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3799929234606873545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3799929234606873545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3799929234606873545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3799929234606873545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/lavenver-ring.html' title='Lavenver ring'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7745352307787777937</id><published>2010-11-10T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:04:21.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Pen, paper, blog..They are the best thing in every writer's life. I wont't say so much about me being a writer but at least I've ever write and am still writing when I could find the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Reason to why I say those are the best are basically because you don't have to bother people when you write.You don't have to listen to 'why' everytime you say something. You just write what you feel like writing.  Any forms.Story..poetry..Journal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;*************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've not been feeling too good this few days. Few days back, I was sneezing non-stop(exaggerating) the whole day.. 2 days later, I was coughing and coughing and coughing. The coughing continued till today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Apart from that,I've been feeling rather cranky these days. Irritate me and I will get really irritated. If I'm all smiles, thats because I am either at work or at home. I get too tired easily. I am seriously not sure whats happening to my body. And dun tell me go see the doctor because I am not going in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7745352307787777937?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7745352307787777937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7745352307787777937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7745352307787777937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7745352307787777937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1988901436962899161</id><published>2010-10-31T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:54:11.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>bloggy darling ku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hey bloggy darling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have the urge to do a second sequel for Princess Almas and Prince Sky..But....I wouldnt want to type down and write because theres too much risk!  But its good to know that there are ppl who actually enjoyed reading the ferst sequel for the princess and prince.. Thank you so much..Tho actually I myself think that the story is a little bit mrepek.. hhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So,wat have I been up to??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmm...Work..Work..Work... hahah .. Wat else can I do right? Hahah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;At this moment now,Ive got ntg much to say.. So.. see u soon k bloggy..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1988901436962899161?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1988901436962899161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1988901436962899161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1988901436962899161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1988901436962899161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/bloggy-darling-ku.html' title='bloggy darling ku..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1076555819043199970</id><published>2010-10-19T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:07:11.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Sneer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its been ages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You know life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes you wonder why is it though you know its impossible to get something but yet, you still crave and wish for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes when you already have something, you always wish you had something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes when you love, you just feel that its not right enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Sometimes when you know to well something is bad and immoral but still you continue to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Thats just how we are.. At times when I wonder and looked at myself in the mirror,I wish I was a baby again and then start life all over  again. But I can't guarantee for sure that I wont repeat all those mistakes I've done.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Lifes too short for more mistakes..More hatred..More arguments..More betrayal..More pain.. But why are we still doing all this..Mistakes..Hatred..Argue..Betray..Pain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Haa..Humans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1076555819043199970?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1076555819043199970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1076555819043199970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1076555819043199970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1076555819043199970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/sneer.html' title='Sneer'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6364307301304262536</id><published>2010-09-24T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:30:22.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Working adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Waaaaa... My beloved bloggy very quiet..  ahha..So come..Now i update..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A lil snippets on my life currently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've started work. Before ppl were to ask me what I am doing again..I shall declare it here alright.. That I am not doing anything related to IT.. Nope nope.. Ive ventured out to Human Resource.. This is because, after many failed attempts, I've decided to give up and try on something new which also do give me a very far future.And that is Human Resource.. Which company Im working in? Erm..No point telling because its not like people know.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its almost my second week working and I have learnt alot.. Really alot..Got to give credits to my manager who have been very patient guiding and helping me along.. Since ours is an international and growing company, many things are supposed to be done..And I can declare myself bus with work from the very first day itself.. This past days, Ive been going home late just to get my work done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But I never really complained about work. Because I enjoy waking up every morning and walk to work. I enjoy receiving every job that is given to me. I am busy but I love doing what Im doing..At the end of the day, being happy isnt all about doing what you've always been doing.But doing something new and have the passion for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well,enough said about work..Lets go on to today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Today was a very normal cute day.. Today is what I would say "A blessing in disguise". Haha.. I am soo thankful to him to helped me. It was a big risked,ya.. But at the time, all you can think about is to save urself from being struck by the lightning and returning to office  all drenched.. Whoever that guy is..I thank you so much for helping me out..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And I wanna thank Halifah for actually coming down all the way to IMM to accompany me out for a half an hour lunch.. Hha.. If there were enough time, I would have gone for some shopping but I know you know.. Haha..But still.Once again..Thank you much much Fah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;An update about just me..Ive been feeling good nowadays.Maybe the good working environment that makes it all even better. I am fine..Just a lil bit sick here and there but as long as I dun get fever, then I am good to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And I miss everyone..Sunday..I cant wait.. For those of you who miss me..Text me alright.!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6364307301304262536?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6364307301304262536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6364307301304262536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6364307301304262536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6364307301304262536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/waaaaa.html' title='Working adult'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4547903136306028678</id><published>2010-08-30T21:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:52:02.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>I had great fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3yzIqG0I/AAAAAAAAA30/jWUNYj1a63U/s1600/IMG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;It was a very normal outing with bf but actually was a very wonderful one to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;We started off with the Singapore Flyer..Haha..Ive been wanting to be in the tablet of the flyer and I had my bf to fulfil that one dream of mine.:) I was sooo excited to be in there that I actually got really really nervous and scared as our time neared to enter the tablet..I shall not deny the fact that I was sooooo scared at first.But as it got higher..I guess I kinda got the momentum..Ok..mrepek! But really..As we got higher, I was lesser afraid of everything.In fact, I kinda complained alot when the tablet was reaching the end point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;After the flyer..We walked aimlessly along that particular bridge..Of which at this very moment I forgot what that bridge was called. Walked from one end to another where we took a cab back to Yishun to have our break fast at Eighteen Chef. Food was delicious and super delicious..The price he spent on our food was affordable and realistic..So yea.Go try Eighteen Chef for you those who havent tried. After our meal,we went back home..Now,I'll just post some pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1ZH5E2TI/AAAAAAAAA2s/p-PzqT4_Bq4/s1600/IMG_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1ZH5E2TI/AAAAAAAAA2s/p-PzqT4_Bq4/s400/IMG_4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511549855958620466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1ZiKWvFI/AAAAAAAAA20/pBoXxkbYmWo/s1600/IMG_4795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1ZiKWvFI/AAAAAAAAA20/pBoXxkbYmWo/s400/IMG_4795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511549863010417746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1aOvUyWI/AAAAAAAAA28/jpmEuX63TcU/s1600/IMG_4810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1aOvUyWI/AAAAAAAAA28/jpmEuX63TcU/s400/IMG_4810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511549874976639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1aTycigI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mKcpJiUh5MQ/s1600/IMG_4812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1aTycigI/AAAAAAAAA3E/mKcpJiUh5MQ/s400/IMG_4812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511549876331907586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1bCywRzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zGBefNhmb40/s1600/IMG_4842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1bCywRzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/zGBefNhmb40/s400/IMG_4842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511549888949667634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3xNKxULI/AAAAAAAAA3U/J-sR25ugJ-Y/s1600/IMG_4845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3xNKxULI/AAAAAAAAA3U/J-sR25ugJ-Y/s400/IMG_4845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511552468715131058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3xi0tuvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nDRahEjVFUc/s1600/IMG_4855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3xi0tuvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/nDRahEjVFUc/s400/IMG_4855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511552474528201458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3x1eEWrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4IshXZBSQSA/s1600/IMG_4858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3x1eEWrI/AAAAAAAAA3k/4IshXZBSQSA/s400/IMG_4858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511552479533488818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3yzIqG0I/AAAAAAAAA30/jWUNYj1a63U/s1600/IMG_4834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz3yzIqG0I/AAAAAAAAA30/jWUNYj1a63U/s400/IMG_4834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511552496086686530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Bf..I just love him soo much..:) Thanks dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4547903136306028678?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4547903136306028678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4547903136306028678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4547903136306028678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4547903136306028678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-great-fun.html' title='I had great fun'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/THz1ZH5E2TI/AAAAAAAAA2s/p-PzqT4_Bq4/s72-c/IMG_4793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6149222655991806796</id><published>2010-08-05T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:22:18.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>days at home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Its been oh so very long since I last update my beloved bloggy., haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Aniway, let me just tell you people who wants to know how I've been doing..Ive been doing great! Staying at home..Gone to interviews..Hang out with dear sistaz..And boyfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So ya..Life's been great..Only the part where I dun have money to spend..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And and ya..One more thing I forgot to add is that Ive been watching movies.. ahaha..Nicey nicey..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Seriously ah..I really dunno wat to pose..Though stating at home had been great..But it also mean theres nt much happenings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6149222655991806796?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6149222655991806796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6149222655991806796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6149222655991806796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6149222655991806796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/days-at-home.html' title='days at home..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4625056528556728347</id><published>2010-07-14T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T19:12:46.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;They say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Without humor, life SUCKS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Without courage, life is HARD;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Without love, life is HOPELESS;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Without friends, life is IMPOSSIBLE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, thats what they say..Not what I say or not what I believe..I grew up thinking that I would be lonely and freaky and sick if I dun have friends all round me..I would feel very sad if I were to be alone without my friends around me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I grew up and went to Poly..There were certain times when I'm left alone..When I have to go for my meals alone..Or when I would have to go for lectures alone..I learn to be with myself..And thank goodness for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Now..I cant deny that I do have friends around me..I wont deny that I still do have that few friends who still I go out with..laugh with..talk with..I have Shikin.I have Liyana..I have ..... I have .... haha.. I still do have few friends whom I dun wanna lose..I really dun wanna lose them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;To me..This is what I guess friensdhip should be like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship are like gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It grows with beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I got these quotes from google..Not originally from me..But which I feel is what it truly means to me, i quote them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But whatever it is..Those friends whom Ive long not talked to and all..Dun worry...You'r always in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4625056528556728347?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4625056528556728347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4625056528556728347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4625056528556728347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4625056528556728347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4153181317346610032</id><published>2010-07-05T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:37:13.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Tiring week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;What else can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am tired and I wanted to say shagged..But I did nothing to want to use the word..So I should just stick with tired and just restless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I want to eat soo many things..Ice-cream.But I think I shall save that for after my TEST..hahah...See if I would get it for free or having to pay double for it..I want to eat lots of thing but I dunno what at this moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This is a very tiring week.I'm sure its gonna be a terribly tiring week..Driving and driving and driving..and work! Woah~just get this week done and over with but with a sure satisfaction.. I hope..Insyaallah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Work..I cant wait for work..Hahaah..Its because of the money.. money money money~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and lastly..I am in love...All over again..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4153181317346610032?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4153181317346610032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4153181317346610032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4153181317346610032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4153181317346610032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/tiring-week.html' title='Tiring week'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7521689958180461629</id><published>2010-06-24T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T16:09:09.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>KL trip:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yea..I'm gonna put up a post on KL trip now ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ok..So, where I've been the last week was to Cameron Highlands for 4 days. Genting Highlands for 1 day and then just walk around at KL for the remaining days..Oh..And celebrated Father's Day at Nikko Hotel..Wooo~~ NOT a big deal but it is too me..Hahah..Nikko Hotel is sooo nice..Especially the surau...Can lepak-lepak and sleep2..Hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So..Since I am too lazy to type too much in here..I shall just upload some pics ya..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TCMJALqiaFI/AAAAAAAAA08/Xd7Fp1eVUSk/s1600/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TCMJALqiaFI/AAAAAAAAA08/Xd7Fp1eVUSk/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486238669803251794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; 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color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TCMMqFunnxI/AAAAAAAAA2E/um7dxYnCuY8/s1600/IMG_4613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TCMMqFunnxI/AAAAAAAAA2E/um7dxYnCuY8/s400/IMG_4613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486242688299147026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I had tons of fun:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7521689958180461629?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7521689958180461629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7521689958180461629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7521689958180461629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7521689958180461629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip:)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/TCMJALqiaFI/AAAAAAAAA08/Xd7Fp1eVUSk/s72-c/IMG_3981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7854321143867461917</id><published>2010-06-22T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:50:11.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Happy 22nd bf..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm back in Singapore..Only that this time of the post, I'm not in the mood to talk about the trip..Maybe the next post ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;So,lets see..I have got the after effects from the trip right there obviously on my face..at least I am very sure thats the reason for what happened to my face..No..I wasnt punched nor am I deformed..Just that the difference in temperature caused my face to be a little bit in a mess..But hey..I'm not complaining..The face proves the trip..ahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;So..Well again..Its the 22nd of the month...And it marks the 22nd month of the relationship..AHHa..I am happy though I dun get to meet boyfriend today..I was just wondering how we got this far..Haha..All the fights,argument and all..Miracle huh? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm not gonna be so mushy here but just gonna say a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well,I am a happy girl bf..I hate you for the fights and the arguments but I love you even more when we make up..I know I havent been a good gf but I have always tried to be the best for you..And at the same time the best to everyone else..I am not perfect so if I do make a mistake ever again,guide and teach me through.. Jangan serik ngan I k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Happy 22nd bf..I love you and will always do..Insyaallah..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;People..Sorry if this sounded too mushy to you.But I tried to filter everything and came up with this..I might not care about what you people want to think or will think but as a good girl,I think I care too much to ignore..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7854321143867461917?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7854321143867461917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7854321143867461917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7854321143867461917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7854321143867461917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-22nd-bf.html' title='Happy 22nd bf..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2071483777986404116</id><published>2010-06-01T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:59:12.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a fun day.. Initially I planned going out with Liyana to go to Kelly's but then Muhd Nuh and his friend I believe his name is Rafi tagged along.. It was a very fun day..Filled with laughter and all.. Its like you know.. When you are filled with many stress and all , a laugh can cure it all..Thats what it all needs..No pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And so..A few things actually upset me along the day..And boyfie..Its not you ok.. But then..Since I've got the company of these people..It actually turned out quite good.goody..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So..basically..this entry is just about how the company of such wonderful people doesnt make sadness matters..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2071483777986404116?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2071483777986404116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2071483777986404116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2071483777986404116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2071483777986404116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/today.html' title='today..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8727403332182485893</id><published>2010-05-24T01:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:29:02.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Just a flash back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its 1 in the morning..I know..I know my sayang will be super angry with me if he sees the time for this entry..I am so sorry but then I cant seem to go to sleep..Trust me..I tried sleeping..Until it comes to a point so long that I gave up and thought that with my lappy on,I'm distracted and feel tired so I could go to sleep.Im sorry..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was pushing myself to read so that I could drift off to sleep.So I ended up reading Zura's old blog..I clicked wrongly and ended up with the blog..So thinking,watever la..I just wanna help myself to sleep,I began reading..I read alot..So many time trying to close my eyes to sleep but I still couldnt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the thing is,I blogged not because of that..I know it can wait till tomorrow but I want to update now..Hoping Im tired from typing and using my eyes to strain..So I could go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was reading Zura's blog and was flashed back to those poly times when we all had soo much fun ..I remembered fearing that I cant adapt life in Nanyang..But with the help of those friends,now I feared not being able to adapt outside of Nanyang..Hha..I remembered how those friends help me adapt at every stage of the poly life..Lets see..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year 1: We only when for a 3 days orientation but our bond were so strong..We went to school on the ferst day like as if we all friends of 4 years..I made friends...Normal friends..Close friends..Good friends..I remembered the time when I was sick..They took care of me sooo well.Hha..I love them alot2 you know..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loFRXVgPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/B6Ak0AA-4yw/s1600/DSC06342-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loFRXVgPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/B6Ak0AA-4yw/s400/DSC06342-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474521261815464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*I dun wanna get started with mcg..Its gonna make my blog even longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year 2: This was the year full of challenges and stuffs..These is where friendship were tested..Patience tested and integrity tested.. Trust me..We three fight alot! Stress alot! And fool around even more..Exams, Lab test, common test, projects, assignments.. They got more and more..My sleep got lesser and lesser and I started depending on coffee.. hahaa...But you know..They best part about it is that we all had each other's back..Supporting,motivating and just loving everyone..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loFq4IATI/AAAAAAAAAz0/c3322SySYaY/s1600/weebles+cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loFq4IATI/AAAAAAAAAz0/c3322SySYaY/s400/weebles+cute.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474521268663877938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year 3: I remembered the first day me and Zura got to class..We were welcome by zombies.. HAHA..The class was absolutely quiet and attentive..And for a while I thought I was at the wrong class.. Hha..This time..Project after project..Deadlines after deadlines..School turned hectic and life became more stresful! But at the end of the semester, we passed! Zura and me surived those boring lectures, boring labs and difficult semester..It was good..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loGab36ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cTl2bHbT8zk/s1600/1_882358665l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loGab36ZI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cTl2bHbT8zk/s400/1_882358665l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474521281430284690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year 3 FYP: I went through fyp with a few bunch of people whom I know.A few bunch..2 or 3..I hate it at first but after meeting my nice supervisor,I was confident of doing things well and being able to adapt..Soon I made friends..I made a friend who happen to be soo kecoh in class and soon dragged me in and then soon enough, I am talking to the whole class..Hah..I meet up with Fah most of the and E8 for most of lunch time..I miss those time..Us asking each other how's our progress so far and then bitching about just about eerything that is wrong with fyp though when I think about it now,it was actually nothing.My fyp life was the best of the whole 3rd year life..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loGHBRlXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/v0jQVftx01g/s1600/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loGHBRlXI/AAAAAAAAAz8/v0jQVftx01g/s400/IMG_1814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474521276218447218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year 3 IAP: This part..HAHAA...Many funny thngs happen. Time when someone confessed to me and stuff..It was just funny. Being attached to Coca Cola was a big honour..Not everybidy got that chance you know..At first I hate the environment mostly because I am placed in a lonely place alone to do my work.I got no friend and just noone to ask anything. But soon after,I made many friendly friends and they were so nice to even want to talk to me.. aha..It was a cool environment..I love it there..But stilL.I cant deny the fact that I countdown to the end of the IAP..haha&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now..I am only thinking back of the times..The 3 precious hectic poly life.. The friends. the lecturers , the moments..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a graduate now..I proud graduate from Nanyang polytechnic.. I was initially disappointed for not being able to graduate with my desired gpa but I realised that I actually got more that just a 2.9..I got 5 A's..Its not alot for you smart-asses..But for me..Its the hard work I never thought I could ever put in that means alot too me..Aniwae..2.9 is not that far to a 3..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I graduated with those lovely peoples..I graduated with people from e8..People from my year3 class..People from my fyp lab.. I am happy and I love them alot..My poly life. It indeed was a memorable and awesome journey..And since I am a sentimental person..Trust me..Those memoey will be with me for a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lxzuErTrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/G3odwKAFze4/s1600/IMG_3458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lxzuErTrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/G3odwKAFze4/s400/IMG_3458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474531955400462002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx1WoKYmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CQDoSb0F39E/s1600/IMG_3466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx1WoKYmI/AAAAAAAAA0s/CQDoSb0F39E/s400/IMG_3466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474531983466586722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx04M-hRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8Nh8GpTq6qo/s1600/IMG_3465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx04M-hRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/8Nh8GpTq6qo/s400/IMG_3465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474531975299499282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx0vaeMQI/AAAAAAAAA0c/di_xLTXPmD0/s1600/IMG_3462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx0vaeMQI/AAAAAAAAA0c/di_xLTXPmD0/s400/IMG_3462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474531972940181762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx0PMYjoI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3JSJTaFZp2I/s1600/IMG_3477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_lx0PMYjoI/AAAAAAAAA0U/3JSJTaFZp2I/s400/IMG_3477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474531964291157634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8727403332182485893?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8727403332182485893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8727403332182485893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8727403332182485893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8727403332182485893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-flash-back.html' title='Just a flash back..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_loFRXVgPI/AAAAAAAAAzs/B6Ak0AA-4yw/s72-c/DSC06342-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-907472190692848942</id><published>2010-05-17T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:58:27.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I have long update this bloggy without photos, I am gonna do so today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last week I went out with Liyana and Shikin. And I thought it was a normal outing day at Yishun..But it turned out otherwise.. And thrust me.. Those surprises, they didnt backfire.. I was PLESANTLY SURPRISED by what I see and what was done for me by them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So let me just summarise what basically happen ya..Met Liyana and Shikin at Yishun..Went to eat at Pastamania and was surprised with brownie and presents.. Hahaha... Then walked to Safra while we talked..Walked around Safra..Take pics and laugh and sat at the main enttrance lobby and then came Guang Yong and Jiawei.. You know..I was shocked that they were called by these 2 gerls to come down..And went I was told that there were more, I already know who to expect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soon we met up with Jeffrey and Johnny and head down to Swensen for dinner.. I didnt eat anything because I was too full you could say.. I was munching on the salad that was actually used to garnish the dish.. Hahha.. Yea, there, came another surprise..I didnt see it coming but there it was..A white bdae cake was placed infront of me..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a blast! I had so much fun..I didnt remember the last time I had so much fun for my bdae celeb..Not that I was asking for anything but it was such a pleasant event.. You wanna know why? Because not only did I get to meet Liyana and Shikin..I also get to meet those guys whom I have sooo long not met and have soooo much sooo missed them..I loved them so much..So so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYqKU9WsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/t_ZSnummWdY/s1600/IMG_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYqKU9WsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/t_ZSnummWdY/s400/IMG_3345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472111766093519554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYqtH-8pI/AAAAAAAAAyk/0iRe-MAamGE/s1600/IMG_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYqtH-8pI/AAAAAAAAAyk/0iRe-MAamGE/s400/IMG_3346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472111775434338962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYq-OjPxI/AAAAAAAAAys/dE3ePSKKcQc/s1600/IMG_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYq-OjPxI/AAAAAAAAAys/dE3ePSKKcQc/s400/IMG_3351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472111780025286418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYrTB7d5I/AAAAAAAAAy0/5eVzE8JFlDs/s1600/IMG_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DaZB790DI/AAAAAAAAAzU/IXp6Pjac_Tc/s400/IMG_3399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472113670806687794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks guys.. I love you ppl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-907472190692848942?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/907472190692848942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=907472190692848942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/907472190692848942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/907472190692848942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/bdae.html' title='Bdae'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S_DYqKU9WsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/t_ZSnummWdY/s72-c/IMG_3345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3012656189908755551</id><published>2010-05-11T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:26:15.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>I am bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello lovelies... Yea,I am blogging at 12 at night.. Yea:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fah..This post is for you..Since you ask me to update right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok! This is the I dunno how many nights Ive been having difficulties sleeping..I cant sleep easily amd I cant sleep. I can only sleep at 1 or 2 in the morning.. Pathetic..! And then when I wake up early in the morning I feel lethargic! Like in the morning justnow, I am soo freaking tired..But I push myself to do the housechores. I am a good girl!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A few things I wanna talk about.. First, I am turning 20 in a day time. Second, I am graduating.Third, I am jobless. Forth, I am bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, first..about turning 20.. I cant believe it man..I have lived 20 years in this planet.. And I am ermm...Happy..No la..What I mean to say is that..Alhamdulillah, I am gonna be 2o. But I feel so regretful because these 20 years of life hadnt been spent properly and happily and just like how it is supposed to be spent like.But well, haha.. whatever..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second.I am graduating..Blurg! I dun have a long sleeve blouse and blah blah blah blah blah.. haha..But you know what, I dun care.. All I care about is being able to graduate..Yessa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Third..About being jobless..This pissed me off like crazy! I need a job like super duper fast...!!:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And forth..I am bored!! I bored of everything!!! Hahah..I am staying at home and I have run out of things to do.. I mean new un-boring things to do.. Boring ta-u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And last.. Happy mother's day mummy-ku.. I loveeee you sooo much..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Andfor now,I am super lazy to type an entry.. So before I get any worse, I shall go.. Bye lovelies:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3012656189908755551?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3012656189908755551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3012656189908755551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3012656189908755551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3012656189908755551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-bored.html' title='I am bored!'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-619184309115769234</id><published>2010-04-20T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:00:50.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Money money money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ive earned myself some money on Sunday..Thanks Zura for that.. And the best part about it is that I enjoy the day so much..The work was tiring but at the end of it,it was all fun and accomplished,,Hha..Then the three of us walking and laughing on the way back was sooo nice..Hahah..After so long,I actually get to see my friends.. We talked and laughed about alot of things..Mainly because of Fah..Because she seems to enjoy to think after she talk.. hHA..But you know what Fah..Its that perangai of urs, that makes it nice to laugh at.. Hhaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been slacking at home..Finding jobs of which I havent been getting yet is quite frustrating...And dammit! But oh well..Wha they always tell me..Be patient..ahaha..I can be..I do best at that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know I wanna post something today but I cant remember what..If I remember,I will update again ok..Love you bloggy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-619184309115769234?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/619184309115769234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=619184309115769234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/619184309115769234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/619184309115769234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2772078296984019017</id><published>2010-04-14T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T19:58:55.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>I had fun.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I miss my bloggy..Ive got a few things to just talk about..And I feel happy wanna talk  about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S8WtS-bwALI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lzDDEBIhUps/s1600/madjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S8WtS-bwALI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lzDDEBIhUps/s400/madjack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459960664765235378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First up..The other Friday night,Daddy brought us all out for a late dinner.He asked for opinion..And since noone had any idea of where to eat,I thought why not we all go to Simpang Bedok and eat..Since Ive never known where that is..And for the fact that I've heard that the food there is all nice,so I thought,why not and go see and taste for myself.. And so,of we went..We went and since its friday night,you can imagine how pack the place is..Walked around and saw mad jack.Went in and start ordering our foods..Imagine our expressions when swe look at the price..But still,we ordered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But you know,thats not the main reason for me blogging about it..The reason was actually because  love the service and also the food there..tHE FOOD IS AWESOME..vERY VERY NICE..The meat,hmmm...Tender..The sauce..WOOOO~ perfecto .. And for some who know how much I despise bad services, the services at mad jack made my meals a very happy and smily one.. The crews as in waiters are very very friendly and I've got nothing more to say but just that the service was excellent. It really was..Its just very very very great..:) So,mad jack was..excellente~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S8WtSUc8jFI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vx7ovKqZPNk/s1600/clash-of-the-titans-2010-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S8WtSUc8jFI/AAAAAAAAAx4/vx7ovKqZPNk/s400/clash-of-the-titans-2010-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459960653495962706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Second now..Saturday,we went to Msia..JB to be precise..We watched movie and we watched 'Clash of the titans'... Woohooo~~~~ And my oh my..The sound was excellent! The animation and all was just as nice..The movie was just purely excellent..Well, I would give it 4.5/5.. the other 0.5 was lost at the one particular scene..But other than that,I sure was enjoying myself..Goody good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And now..I've got to go and now deary bf..He just called and since the reception is super bad,I gotta call him bad!! Gtg bloggy.. I love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2772078296984019017?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2772078296984019017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2772078296984019017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2772078296984019017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2772078296984019017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-fun.html' title='I had fun.:)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S8WtS-bwALI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lzDDEBIhUps/s72-c/madjack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1044739306687290140</id><published>2010-04-07T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:16:00.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Finally graduating..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The other time I received a letter ffrom NYP..Its a letter saying I'm a confirm graduant from NYP..My oh my was I happy..Well,Though I couldn't graduate with the desired gpa,I can't deny the happiness of finally graduating at the supposed time.3 years..A perfect 3 yrs..Nothing lesser or more. Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Graduation gonna be on the 20 May and I am truly happy to receive my diploma.And that might the last of me stepping into NYP i think..Hhaha.I miss the memories I have there but oh well,I gotta let it go. Mu futures ahead..Can't let that go..Must go grab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll hope my graduation goes well and great..I hope..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1044739306687290140?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1044739306687290140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1044739306687290140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1044739306687290140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1044739306687290140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-graduating.html' title='Finally graduating..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7750940525293925156</id><published>2010-04-06T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:08:18.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>bla bla bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I realised that the last time I updated was long enough for me to be punished..Sorry dear bloggy. Its just that nothing interesting really happen so far..So well.Let me just talk a lil bit k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some of you people are busy with work..Some busy job hunting and others?Well,they are just busy enjoying life?Me? I am at home and out of home job-hunting..Hunting for jobs which I havent been granted of yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My free times?I spend them on reading..I certainly miss reading so much and I've spent most of my free time reading sooo many books instead of being online and wasting electricity..Other than that,spending my time with bf on his off days..Weeeee...!! I love him..being with the family when I'm home..Awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With friends?? It has been ages since I last saw any one of my friends..The last I met with was Liyana and Shikin..Not the others care so mmuch about whether they see or not..Not that I do soo much too..Since I've got my books with me..I'm fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And anyway,Ive got something I wanna vent out about but I cant..Coz I dun have the right words for them..I can only feel them..Dammit right? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bye peepsy.. I wanna go..  And to you some people who are working..Take care..Those job-hunters,all the best..And those enjoying life..haha..Just enjoy them since you still got time too..Hha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and aniwae..I love you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7750940525293925156?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7750940525293925156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7750940525293925156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7750940525293925156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7750940525293925156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/bla-bla-bla.html' title='bla bla bla'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1087606318347965854</id><published>2010-03-19T02:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T03:02:14.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>This post suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I'm typing this ebtry,here I am web cam conferencing with Zura and Fah..And its 3 in the morning!!Wat the hell Tqah!!Go slp la u!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So..Lifes been wonderful..Been job hunting and I'm trying to run away from the office surrounding if possible..Maybe retail or F&amp;amp;B..y nt right? ahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So..You see..Lifes been great..I still have a wonderful family..Awesome bf..Good friends..Things like that la...Actually I am feeling abit WTF now..But ahhh..Watever la..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1087606318347965854?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1087606318347965854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1087606318347965854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1087606318347965854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1087606318347965854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post-suck.html' title='This post suck!'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8420069710341247651</id><published>2010-03-09T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:53:34.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>THE week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok..I'm updating again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last week was one of the nice week I've spent with those deary people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday,we, the GG went out after so long..Just a fast brief update on each other and off we all went to have fun at Orchard and then eat and camwhored..I had fun korang..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn7Is0SHI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n1HNIXS7khg/s1600-h/IMG_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn7Is0SHI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n1HNIXS7khg/s400/IMG_3078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446584696252418162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wednesday,I met up with Zura and Fah at Eunos..And we three headed off to ECP and yea..We had fun yet again..Seeing everyone so fun and enjoying ourselves were so damn shiok!! Seeing these people.OOh and one more thing..I finally touched those roller blades again..And I am soo proud to announce that I fell 4 times..Hhha..But sure..We all have such good laugh oer the fall after we all got up..Hahha..Cute la these girls..Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn7rL7ffI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uSK7bCgoKrc/s1600-h/IMG_3200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn7rL7ffI/AAAAAAAAAxo/uSK7bCgoKrc/s400/IMG_3200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446584705509719538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So thats just basically the week la..Other than that,.theres the day out with the family to JB..then the normal daily housechores.. Its just those la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And before I head out and gone..To that irritating bf of mine..I love ya..Take care tau...Nanti I meet you again,I punch your face to see if your teeth ok already anot..k??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn8DlhDPI/AAAAAAAAAxw/z519nPu6854/s1600-h/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn8DlhDPI/AAAAAAAAAxw/z519nPu6854/s400/IMG_3212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446584712059489522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8420069710341247651?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8420069710341247651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8420069710341247651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8420069710341247651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8420069710341247651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/week.html' title='THE week'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/S5Yn7Is0SHI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n1HNIXS7khg/s72-c/IMG_3078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4983075734855787500</id><published>2010-02-24T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:46:12.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I shall update today ya.. Just some few things thats been going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment ended on the 18th Feb which is on the Thursday for me. I wanted a nice by bye but for the fact that I was told that would be my last day 20mins before the end of the day suck big time! I didnt have time to say bye to everyone like I wanted to.. Those nice people who bother to talk to me.I didnt get to say a proper bye or even a brief bye..They all thought I will end my attachment on the next day. But I guess whats done is done..My real reason for being there is to serve the company with some skills I have during my studies back at poly. I was happy enough that I managed to finish my work as asked..Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd February..It was our 18mths. Like seriously as I was counting with him how long we were the previous day,we were kinda shocked that we actually got this far..That irritating guy..I am still with him..18 mths huh? haha..Well..i LOVE HIM..Enough said..I just hope theres 18 years and 19 and 20 and 21 and more more more and like what I siad,theres no fixed number to how long wer gonna be tgt..I just hope its forever..Tho I know lifes not a fairy tale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.. What? Computer and lappy are not my best friend for the time being so if I didnt reply to any thing or whatever it is then you can reach me thru my phone.And any questions that was asked that was not answered..maybe i chose not too..because I dun have the answer myself.. It suck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun have a life..So? Haiz...Well my life revolve around family bf and house.. What can I do...I was brought up that way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4983075734855787500?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4983075734855787500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4983075734855787500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4983075734855787500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4983075734855787500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4311939643361658023</id><published>2010-02-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:53:54.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Gelora Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Like seriously ah..First,I went to the place where I always wait for my bus transport every morning.Then the guy whom I always took the bus with was there so I said "Selamat Pagi!" and he replied..Then he added "Waaaa..Smlm your cerpen bagus eh" I was surprised and the smile punye la lebar.Stop it eh Tqah!And I didnt even tell him anything about it lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my work today at work when a lady came in front of my counter and asked.."Name you Atiqah eh?" I said ya..I was kinda shocked..How she know?She never talked to me..Furthermore people here dunno me as Atiqah.Then she added "You yang smlm on tv kan?" ahha..I smile..And nodded. This people are sooo cute tau..hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well..It was an honour but as you can see,I was a little bit tension doing my interview..Well,tv and camera was never my thing..I can rehearse so  perfectly before and when I have to look into the camera and talk,I lost all voice and content! ahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all.I was kinda satisfied with the drama itself.Cool...To those who cried...You people are sooo cute la!! hahha..I cant cry la because I already know how the story was..So instead of crying,I laughed at almost every scene..Hahaha..I was NERVOUS during the whole 1 hour..what to do..Laugh la!! haha..Though there were nothing funny about it..Actually got..AHHAHA...When Tina said.. "Kepale otak you, bla bla bla" hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,I thank those who watched and I hope you guys were enjoying yourself crying or not watching the drama.I thanked anyone who tried recording it for me and I hope someone can give me a happy news saying  they had the drama recorded in a disc..Im still waiting..Haha..For all the compliments and all..Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what someone would say..'Selesai sudah perjalanan cerpen'.. Well,..Its my turn to say it now.Selesai sudah perjalanan cerpen saya..It was such an honour to being able to write,to have a winning entry,to be able to see how the directing and behind the scene goes. Hha..I already have the most unforgettable memory in my life now..Its not big to some of you people..But having to put my takot feeling behind to achieve all this is definitely the biggest achievement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..Kalau ade kesempatan,tahun nie nyer Projek Cerpen masuk lagi la.Menang atau tidak.It was never much of a difference.Its the excitement and the feeling that counts. Tho winning is a bonus ah..Hhaha...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4311939643361658023?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4311939643361658023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4311939643361658023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4311939643361658023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4311939643361658023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/gelora-hati.html' title='Gelora Hati'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1478474881785960107</id><published>2010-02-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:44:41.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>migraine tension</title><content type='html'>One problem I cannot tolerate when I do my work: headache. Or As what I was once told:tension migraine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..The word migraine alone scares me to hell! One thing migraine can lead you to is disability.Ooohh right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everytime when this pain comes,that its not migraine. The doctor once told me.You should learn how to overcome your stress and I asked myself this :"Havent I been able to overcome it all this while?" Hha..Thinking about all the pain I've put myself thru,well,I cant say I have manage to overcome it all that well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months has past,and I thought I have learn to overcome it but the frequent pain thats killing me states otherwise.. So much for overcoming the stress..Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might be asking: What is she stressed about? She is almost living in a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..I pretend to be living in a perfect world people..I pretend.And because of this pretense, I suffer what is known by tension migraine.Hha..When I tell myself that it is all alright,why is it that I have go back and go against what I said?Cant I just leave it at it? I dunno what wrong with me,really..I think way too much  and too hard at it.Its time I stopped? Well, tell that to my dearest heart and head! They never seem to want to listen.Its like they have a mind of their own! Irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now at work,problems come and I stress about it.I wouldnt say its caused by humans but sometimes,it cant be help but admit they caused it...And Im also partly to blame for letting things get to me. Hha..How can I not be..Im too people oriented and Im sensitive!Wat to do?I'm not blaming people for the state I am in..I blame myself.And thats another problem.I will tend to stress about it when I feel too guilty about all the blames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me:You are too good at lying and hurt yourself! Hhahaha..Guess what?I only laughed! ahaha..I wont admit or deny that statement.Its a personal perspective on how I see things.People might agree with what Im doing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all..Its just tension migraine.No need to fret about it all too much.I take care of myself and loved ones took care of me very well..So,nothing much to worry about how Ive been living my life:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1478474881785960107?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1478474881785960107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1478474881785960107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1478474881785960107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1478474881785960107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/migraine-tension.html' title='migraine tension'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8391888105009597112</id><published>2010-01-27T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:16:53.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>werk werk werk....</title><content type='html'>I was going thru(suddenly thought of encryption) my lappy's permission thingy when I came across few things like encryption key, access control list ,auditing,certificates and alot alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously,I miss sitting at the last-time-i-thought-was-so-boring-lab doing those networking things..I miss configuring the routers and switches.I miss doing NSS and then telling Simon I dunno how to do what he ask of us..And then here him sayang-sayangly talked to both me and Zura!! Urgh! I miss networking already..I want do all the networking thing can..If I can relive year3 sem1..I would make sure I do really really well for it..But oh well,,I feel so regretful now!!! hmph!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want do networking can??? Haiz..Please!!! Can I come back to Coca Cola after graduation and do networking at the company??I am not all that good in it but..Given oppotunities,I could be better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why coca cola?Because I suddenly grew a lil bit attached to some of the people here..hahaa...Typical of Tqah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im laughing like so much now that I am down here..More and more people are talking to me..Maybe thats because my visibility curse have worn off!!! Hhaaha.. ok.. Mrepek!  As I was saying.. I can tell you, the people here are serious at times..But despite that, they actually have got their stupid and dumb moments..haha..And because of that, I am beginning to enjoy my days here...Lets just hope my last 3 weeks were to be a great one ya.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today only I laugh so much..And for the first time since I step into this company, I smile to almost everyone who connect eyes with me..Haha..AND.....they actually smile back..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues are just so cute can...AHHAHA...Lame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...Enough said about them....Shhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8391888105009597112?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8391888105009597112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8391888105009597112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8391888105009597112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8391888105009597112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/werk-werk-werk.html' title='werk werk werk....'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6793559323196806875</id><published>2010-01-26T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:28:24.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>my days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OK..Before I go to slp,let me just update a little k..About whats been going on and stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So,I have already been shifted down at work.Moving down to the ferst floor warehouse office.First day was bored as hell.But secod day and othe other days,I tried to be cheerful about it..And as a result,I am a happy person at all...Except for the fact that I always almost doze off at work and the frequent stuck at excel and vb..ahaha...But other than that..The people there are just pure jokers!!!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No kidding!! I am beginning to enjoy the days there but also at the same time cnt wait to end this iap thing,end my project and end this diploma..I cant wait for 20th Feb..ahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So thats just basically it la..Other than that,Im a boring person..My life now is all about work and home and sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like now..After working on my work..I wanna slp..So gdnyt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6793559323196806875?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6793559323196806875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6793559323196806875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6793559323196806875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6793559323196806875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-days.html' title='my days...'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3789760876044270129</id><published>2010-01-23T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:23:09.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Friendship in the bus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Friendship in the bus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ever had such things ever happen to you? If there are such thing as 'being able to sms or chat like good friends on the phone but act like complete strangers when meet.Well,I have one of my own too..But..for my case,it is not the phone..It is the bus! We talk like old good friend in the bus but when we're not in the bus,we are complete strangers..Hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You know..Sometimes I wonder if I really really is invisible..Hahha..Dumb! I know..But its like you know,I always thought if I really were..Its something like when you are in the forest and then those forest ppl kidnap you..Then you can see other people but they cant see you..You know that kinda thing?Hahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well,not that I am so much bothered by it all that much.But yea,I was just thinking..Why is it that such a thing can even exist.Mcm hypocrite gitu kan?Why cant we just act the way we really are..And I really mean the good thing about what we are..Not the bad one! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Me?So far,I think I am good enough to act the same way whether its on the phone or real life.Except..If the other party want to act otherwise with me..Then I follow suit lor..But,seriosly,I dun like it..Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;okok...Thats just the actual purpose why I updated..And also,for the fact that I have long not touched conditionofmyheart.Just did and now Im gone..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3789760876044270129?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3789760876044270129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3789760876044270129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3789760876044270129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3789760876044270129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship-in-bus.html' title='Friendship in the bus..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-120320624823534031</id><published>2009-12-23T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:00:07.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>mama and baba</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading naqiah's notes on FB when I realised that we actually have the same childhood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young,I was brought up very very very strictly.Both by my mum and dad.They always beat and scolded me for all the things I did wrong eventhough I am still so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered,everytime I stomped my feet when I dun like something,they will take anything they can get within reach and hit my feet many many times until I cry and promised I wont do it again.That happens for so many times and the same promises was made everytime I was beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in primary school,my mum always fetched me everyday.If I were to take the school bus,she will be there on the kitchen window waiting for us.Whenever I forgot to bring something to school,I would call and she would always come to bring it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times when I fall sick she will always be by me taking care of my every welfare,asking all the time if I am alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.At the age of 19.She still does sent me off to the doorstep when I want to go to school or work or just out with friends.SHe still accompany me to see the doctor when I fall sick.She still help to iron my clothes when I am late.,She still will help pack my bags when I am late.She still constantly remind me of all my daily agenda.She still says good luck to me when I am going for a test,exam,interview or presentation.She still asked me how my papers were after every exam.And now,she wakes up every morning just to pack for me food to bring to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I prefer to keep quiet when she is angry.Now,I dun stomp my feet anymore when I am upset.My mum,she does instill that in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad.He has always been working.He is only 40 but he already looked tired and old.He is working too much but it is all for us.His family.I am so very sure that he never thought of his health and tiredness when he go to work in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad work as a marine technician and I am so very proud of that,He used to asked me 'arent you ashamed telling ur friends I worked as that?' and with a stern expression I said 'No!' Why would I be ashame if thats where he got his money to provide us with.Everytime when he will talk about boats and ships and all,he will always talk proudly about him doing this and that.So,I have no reason at all to be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always gets calls in the middle of the night or when he is out with us to get back to work at this this this time.And MOST of the time,he will go and take up the job..It doesnt matter what time he has to work.When all of us are fast asleep,he is at werk alone doing all his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get what I want whether its sooner or later.And all,are from my parents.They always try to make us happy by getting what we want but I think I havent really been a very very good daughter to accept all they have done for me.Daddy always call me during my IAP to check on me because he know that I am all alone here.And trust me,to have him call and hear his voice makes me happier more than anything else.When I look at something expensive with eyes that says I really really want it,daddy will asked me to go get it but I will always turn it down if its too expensive.Sometimes I realise I just aint a good girl to deserve what we wants to give me.The other time at Msia,mumy gave me a bag.I looked inside and saw 3 formal wear and when I looked at the receipt,I really really feel like crying,I already had tears in my eyes.It was in Ringgit but I was just touched that daddy actually went to a shop to shop for his daughter's formal wear and he did get all the nice and perfect size for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I dun show it,I always wished this. I want to grow up fast.I want to work fast and I want to dedicate my life for my parents.I want dad to stop working soon enough.I want to be the one to worry about the bills and expenses.I want to be the one to give them the money for their daily usage.I want him to stop worrying about everything,I want to see him start looking like his age back..I want to know that every second he is safe at home with us,his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best daughter.And I may not be all that filial but I am trying to be.I wanna spend all my earning on them.Since I cant show them gratitude in any other way,I chose this path.I want them to live their lives easily and healthily.I want them to sleep when its night time and I wake up when its daylight.I dun want them to worry about anything.If they were the one who took care of me when I was little,i want to be the one to take care of them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 19 but I am not ashame to say that I still do ask for kisses from them and I also still kiss them..For I feel that their kisses mean and feel something way significant and special than any other thing.I will always love and remember my parents.Eventhough I kept really really quiet about everything,I see all their sacrifices and what they have done for us. I am where I am now because of them.I pray and thank ALLAH I am granted such wonderful parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this and thinking about all the great things they have done for me,I teared.I was thinking that I havent done enough to repay their kindness.I love them so much..I really really do so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-120320624823534031?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/120320624823534031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=120320624823534031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Persahabatan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Dunia aku tidak pernah kekurangan kawan.Aku sentiasa dikelilingi dengan orang-orang yang dapat ku panggil teman.Ada yang penyayang,baik hati,setia,saling menghormati,murah hati dan macam-macam lagilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semenjak aku mula bersekolah,ya itu semenjak usia ku 4tahun,aku sudah mengumpul kawan tetapi,sebagai anak kecil,apalah yang aku tahu tentang makna sebuah persahabatan.Tetapi pada usia begitu,teman sepermainanku ramai.Usia menginjak setiap tahun dan tanpa tahu maknanya kehidupan,aku sudah pun cukup berusia untuk ke sekolah rendah.Teman begitu ramai.Tetapi selepas setiap akhir tahun,temanku sentiasa berubah-ubah orang.Aku tidak lagi bertegur sapa dengan teman lama dan mereka juga begitu.Jika ada pun,kami pasti akan rasa kekok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap tahun,pada setiap usia,aku membuat kawan baru.Mereka datang dan pergi.Sehingga usiaku 14 tahun,aku masih tidak lagi faham erti persahabatan.Teman hanya figura yang menemani kita sewaktu rehat,sewaktu main dan sewaktu belajar.Jika aku jumpa mereka diluar,tidak pernah sekali pun aku menegur mereka.Ia seperti persahabatan dibuat oleh ku hanya dibataskan di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin aku meningkat dewasa,semakin fikiran tahu untuk menentukan yang betul dan salah dan pabila aku rasa aku sudah cukup sensitif,baru aku tahu apa rasanya kehilangan,keseorangan,kasih sayang antara manusia dan persahabatan.Sejak itu,semua persahabatan yang terjalin pasti akan aku genggam seeratnya supaya ianya berkekalan.Aku yakin ia akan berkekalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi perhubungannya tidak selalunya indah.Dengki,cemburu,pergaduhan,semuanya berlaku dan kerana ini,sebuah persahabatan yang aku genggam akhirnya terlerai.Aku tangisi persahabatan yang selalu hilang.Akukah yang bersalah?Akukah yang tidak cukup baik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pergi ke poly.Kawan baru lagi.Tetapi kali ini, aku memilih kawanku.Jika dulu semua orang boleh menjadi kawanku,sekarang,aku memilih.Bukan aku sombong tetapi pengalaman mengajar aku supaya jangan bergaul terlalu bebas.Buat apa mencari teman jika semuanya tidak akan kekal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali aku berkenalan dengan sesiapa mereka pasti akan mengatakan aku sombong.Mengapa menilai kalau tidak tahu sedikit pun tentang diri aku?Kawan-kawanku sekarang,berapa ramai aja yang akan kekal.Aku pasti ada yang akan pergi juga dari hidup aku.Tetapi aku sudah terlalu bersedia untuk berhadapan dengan kehilangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku?Selagi orang ingin berkawan denganku,selagi ini pintu hatiku terbuka untuk menerima.Kalau kau setia,itu bonus.Kalau tidak,biarlah kita hanya teman biasa walaupun hati aku akan rasa pedih jika mereka pergi kelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persahabatan sebuah hubungan yang indah dan amat bermakna tetapi mengapa manusia selalu menjatuhkan maknanya sehingga membuat aku gerun dan melihat persahabatan sebagai sesuatu yang tidak berharga..Tiada siapa yag ingin menukar persepsiku kah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8737569425496972239?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8737569425496972239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8737569425496972239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8737569425496972239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8737569425496972239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/persahabatan.html' title='Persahabatan'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5232841857315366446</id><published>2009-12-21T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:59:25.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>2 days journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I was watching HSM3 when suddenly I thought 'It would be super nice if we could all have such a graduation.I mean,it would be such a memorable graduation.Before everyone of us got busy with our own path of life.Studies;local or overseas,work;local or overseas.I didnt think about it that much after the movie ended but today,I listened to the graduation song again and I fall in love and mind me,I actually cried at the end of it.I was wondering how I am gonna leave everything on my graduation ceremony and day.I wouldnt want everything to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to smile and laugh knowing that that is all because of my friends here.But you know.Graduation is something that will come by everytime you end school,so, whether you like it or not,its a must to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt there a prom night for us all?Haha..Maybe we can have all the ECC with MIT or anything..Hahah..Hha..The last dance and the last night with these dear people.At least a memorable one before we say our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see.,I watch another video and I cry..Dammit! Tqah.Stop being so sensitive,,,Ya ampun..AKu nie!!!!! Isk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Self note.What have I exactly achieved this year..AHHAHA...Only 1 thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is Projeck Cerpen.Whether I win or not,I achieved something and that is the guts to enter the competition and doing well in it..Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for thsi year,I wont really say I have achieved nothing because I have achieved something.Again is that the experience at ShangriLa.Working with important people and dealing with people from all over the country.WOW!Thats another thing I have greatly achieved..What I truly gain this year is experience.All kind of experience.Now at work,Coca Cola,I am still finding and gaining experience.This I know is an experience so valuable only that I havent really have my heart and soul into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends I made this year will never be forgotten.I realised something.We all will part but theres always facebook and MSN and handphone to make us all connected.So,if everyone keep the piece of friendship,everything will turn out nice and wonderful.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories I shared with family and friends,that I will never forget.The sweet,the bitter.I still have pictures to keep everything with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment is the last path to getting my Diploma.Such a relieve..Not! As much as we I want to throw all books and studies,I don't want to leave school just yet and start for work.Does this mean my study life has ended?No more having to carry notes and books to school.No more having to sit in class hoping the kecturer is not coming.No more having them nag and blabber like as if anyone was listening.No more hoping that class was cut short so we could all hang out .No more feeling all so happy because on the particular day we have 2hours break.Just no more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I very much bersyukur for all the rezeki Allah have given me..I very very very much bersyukur for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; `I didnt check my post'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5232841857315366446?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5232841857315366446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5232841857315366446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5232841857315366446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5232841857315366446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-days-journal.html' title='2 days journal'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8350646610926152764</id><published>2009-12-21T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:58:04.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>The final of Princess Almas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Princess Almas and Prince Luv lead their lives per normal everyday since they got back together.They meet when Prince Luv was not busy with any agenda.Princess Almas thought,maybe this was what fate has for her.She might br meant for Prince Luv.Never once have Prince Luv utter a word about the past and the pain she caused him the other time.Everyday he shower her with all the love and care.Just like Prince Luv to be doing those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as they were having tea at the near garden,both Princess Almas and Prince Luv hear the laughter of a couple.They turned to the laughter and both saw Prince Sky with Princess Chera.Princess Almas turned away and as much as she wants to deny it,it was jealousy and hurt she felt but for the sake of the man in front of her,she put up a smile and tried not to br bothered by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Luv saw the change in the Princess movement.If justnow,she was free to move,now,she stays rigid and her smile,they weren't that sweet as earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Prince Sky!' Prince Luv called out&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes Prince Luv and Princess Almas.It has been quite sometimes since I see you,' replied Prince Sky as he and Princess Chera walked towards Princess Almas and Prince Luv.&lt;br /&gt;"Aniway,meet my bride-to-be, Princess Chera.I pressumed you know her."added Prince Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the love birds walked away a moment later,Princess Almas poured another cup of tea for Prince Luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still loved him ?" the sudden question from Prince Luv surprised the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;"I have promise to dedicate my life to you so we shall not say a word about it.I have completely forget about him," replied Princess Almas calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation about the Princess's feeling ended there.The afternoon was then spend with love and laughter.Princess Almas knew,this was the love she should defend.Her love for Prince Sky was a mistake and it shouldnt have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like every other princess-ly story,Princess Almas and Prince Luv livehappily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8350646610926152764?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8350646610926152764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8350646610926152764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8350646610926152764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8350646610926152764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-of-princess-almas_21.html' title='The final of Princess Almas'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1857185949206476368</id><published>2009-12-21T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:58:00.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>The final of Princess Almas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Princess Almasa and Prince Luv lead their lives per normal everyday since they got back together.They meet when Prince Luv was not busy with any agenda.Princess Almas thought,maybe this was what fate has for her.She might br meant for Prince Luv.Never once have Prince Luv utter a word about the past and the pain she caused him the other time.Everyday he shower her with all the love and care.Just like Prince Luv to be doing those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as they were having tea at the near garden,both Princess Almas and Prince Luv hear the laughter of a couple.They turned to the laughter and both saw Prince Sky with Princess Chera.Princess Almas turned away and as much as she wants to deny it,it was jealousy and hurt she felt but for the sake of the man in front of her,she put up a smile and tried not to br bothered by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Luv saw the change in the Princess movement.If justnow,she was free to move,now,she stays rigid and her smile,they weren't that sweet as earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Prince Sky!' Prince Luv called out&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes Prince Luv and Princess Almas.It has been quite sometimes since I see you,' replied Prince Sky as he and Princess Chera walked towards Princess Almas and Prince Luv.&lt;br /&gt;"Aniway,meet my bride-to-be, Princess Chera.I pressumed you know her."added Prince Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the love birds walked away a moment later,Princess Almas poured another cup of tea for Prince Luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You still loved him ?" the sudden question from Prince Luv surprised the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;"I have promise to dedicate my life to you so we shall not say a word about it.I have completely forget about him," replied Princess Almas calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation about the Princess's feeling ended there.The afternoon was then spend with love and laughter.Princess Almas knew,this was the love she should defend.Her love for Prince Sky was a mistake and it shouldnt have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like every other princess-ly story,Princess Almas and Prince Luv livehappily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1857185949206476368?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1857185949206476368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1857185949206476368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1857185949206476368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1857185949206476368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-of-princess-almas.html' title='The final of Princess Almas'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4953864331416533474</id><published>2009-12-10T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:04:25.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Im not working!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At home now and hahah...I am on MC..And I can tell you,I am weak all over..I dunno..Im just weak! After todae..Which is tomorrow,it will be all work for me..So no more playing around at work..Its all serious..Hmmm!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmmmm...What else..i DUnno what to write...Oooh ya...Wanna know something?I actually printed out some pics to keep me accompany at work..hahhaa..And yea2..Looking at them just make me smile  and happy.At least I dun feel all alone at work! hhha..:)yayaya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So heres what I wanna say alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive alwaes love writing.It has been my all time interest since I was in primary school.Im not really sure how it happened but then one thing for sure,everytime I enter a writing competition in school,I would mostly win.But there were also times I didnt get anything.In other words,I lost.And I think,thats how this passion came about.Competition continued till I was in Secondary.I write my karangan and when a writing competition is on,I would definitely be at the crime scene..Hhha..And winning it everytime is so much much a pleasure.It all brings up when I was in Sec3.I always score high high marks for my karangan and there was once I've got a comment from my teacher saying that I would make a good writer.And guess what?That was when I tell myself,one day,I will be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..Entered poly and yayayaya..Projek Cerpen on TV many times..Want to enter but no! I have no guts at all.No guts at all!But this year,I dunno what happened but I was forcing myself to enter.I entered.The having to think of a story line with given genre,the limited time to write the story..Well,that was stress..But well well,I managed to overcome it.When my entry was one of the 10 winnig entries.I was soooo much delighted.It was like a dream come true.Well,it did came true.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my face appeared on tv,that just tells me how shocked these people are about my interest.Hahha..Everyone was shocked to see me on tv winning an entry.They congratulate me and said they were proud of me and they cant wait to watch the production..Welll,thanks..A big thanks to those who really do feel happy for me and am proud of me..I am too myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only that..Its really surprising that I can surprise people all that much..So ok people..I love writing! I dun hide it.Only that I dun show it!If you wanna watch my production,then just wait alright! havent been called for the production so Im not sure myself when the show will be..But once I noe of the detail.I will tell you guys thru FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4953864331416533474?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4953864331416533474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4953864331416533474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4953864331416533474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4953864331416533474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-not-working.html' title='Im not working!'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4861953968753917794</id><published>2009-12-03T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:02:01.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>many many events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So many things happened since the last day I blogged..Lets see; LA production:Terasa, FYP and attachment,Family Day out and afew other more I cant remember or wanna publish on net..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ok..So a brief for all ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;LA 2009: Terasa was awesome..I mean..I am happy with everything that was performed that night..I am proud of everyone and especially my ASM and the crew..I am happy with everyone..At least now I can proudly say that I will be leaving you guys behind with good memories at least..My body will leave you guys but not my soul..Hahaa..I will alwaes ingat you people ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;FYP was done..A hectic one...Too many things to be done..All rushed in 3 days..Now..Thats real work..haha..It was kinda last minute since I need to do double of everything..But then,at the end of it all when I gave DT,YinTong my cd of works,I can once again sigh with relieve..Another work done..But then again.Thats not the only part of the day..The having to say goodbye to the people in the lab that was the hardest..I tried savouring the whole atmosphere the 1 hour I had left after finishing my work.After 6,the phototaking session was fun and all but the moment I have to face my back to those people knowing that that will be the last of us..It was painful.This time none of us walk away..But we have to leave wach other due to own responsibilities and path of life..Enough said..Now I need a tissue coz I wanna cry..I miss S440 too much and the ppl and the DT and the laughter and the peace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Attachment..Just 4th day today but I wanna cry already..It feels like batin ku diseksa! WTH! but ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Day out with family was damn well..I mean..It was really nice nice nice! hahaa..The time to spend with them was so perfect! hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So..ya..Thats basically how it was...Until then people..Smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4861953968753917794?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4861953968753917794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4861953968753917794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4861953968753917794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4861953968753917794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/many-many-events.html' title='many many events'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2395532783532079871</id><published>2009-11-17T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:55:17.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>LA and Shangri-La</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bunking in day is tomorrow.TOMORROW! Good news?Hhaa..I hope it is..If many of the bakal viewers cant wait to watch the production..For me,I can wait to do this prod..2 days left and I am scared to death..I mean,just thinking that its nearing that bring me down to tears..Faith? Confidence?I seem to be losing all..Towards who?Myself?Others..? I'll answer that..I dunno.i dunno what I should be feeling right now.I dun have any confidence and faith in doing this..But oh well,I have to give my all for this 2hr show..Just to see smiles on 1200 or more plus the casts and directors and scripwriter's faces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;How about the smile on my face..?Well,just let them smile,and I will do so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyway..Shangri-La was awesome..2 days there and I have learnt many many things..It is such a wonderful nice pleasant experience to be able to work with these big companies in organising and making the event a siccessful one..Also,talking,smiling and joking to foreigners..Putting on our very best image and smiles..Just fantastic..And can I say something? I just made some new friends from the event.These people whose names we dunno of,seems to be your bestest friend during the event.We just simply take care of each other..And personally,I feel..That memory,its just undescribably nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just a brief summary of what happened on both days alright..People from over the world are coming in to Shangri-La to attend conferences,exhibitions,meetings,seminars,talks,receptions and other other those kind of thing.I've faced smiley-friendly guest and I've also encounter no-nonsense guest..It was nice you see meeting people from all aspects of life..Meeting people who are so important and knowledgeable.I love the experience..For today,since there were too many left-over foods,we were all forced to finish up large servings of dishes and tarts and all..And and..Shangri-La is well known for their PUFFS!!!! YUMMY YUMMY YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thats just basically it ya...I guess my next post will be somewhere next week.After production..So long peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2395532783532079871?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2395532783532079871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2395532783532079871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2395532783532079871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2395532783532079871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-and-shangri-la.html' title='LA and Shangri-La'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1024437777199977016</id><published>2009-11-13T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:17:54.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But oh well,I am sure after the whole thing ends,I feel find myself heave a sound of relieve.Its already tiring just looking at my schedule.Not even yet executing it..But thats what happen when you are a final year student.When you are occupied with one task,the next thing you know,you will be occupied with another and another.Thats what I am experiencing now..Complain?Well,I can do so like how I always did.But again,I'm tired of even wanting to complain about anything.I keep my quietness to myself.I keep my pain to myself.Now,feeling like wanting to vent it out? I feel a little bit lazy..There are people who will be reading my bloggy so instead of embarking such ugly journey,lets just give all good beautiful ones instead..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layar Andayu 2009 training is left with only afew..The past rehearsals and all were great.I mean,who doesnt have cockups?Everyone does.But the cast,knowing their mistakes and weaknesses,work them out better the next time.Me,myself, see the improvement.Today,a week from todae,will be the day of the production.I am pretty sure most of everybody are nervous but still cant wait to put on a show..I cant wait myself.Hhaha..But then.Since we are granted another week,lets all make full good use of it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People will be coming..1200 people again this year.My family and friends are all coming despite knowing that I am not acting.Hah..They are not there to see me but to see the whole production.And Insya'allah..we promise a worth beneficial one..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And so ..yet again.Instead of having to give 100% on the production alone..I have to give extra..Way way extra because I will not be with them on the most important date.This is not to my desire.Its for my school and also my future ahead.I really need to do it.But worry not..I will be giving all my priority to LA.No matter how tired I am,I will rush down to school every night after work to attend the training..THis is when,trusting really has to be given and present..I trust them..hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm scared just writing this post.Thinking about the production in a really making me scared..hahaha...But well well oh wel..I am hoping for the best!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1024437777199977016?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1024437777199977016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1024437777199977016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1024437777199977016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1024437777199977016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/la.html' title='LA'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3035623793118281388</id><published>2009-11-06T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:19:59.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been so long since I last update my blog properly..Kesian dear bloggy..hahaa..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So,as you guys know..I am still doing my FYP and I will be busy for the next 2 weeks.Hmm.So, its gonna be a very tiring week for me,this week and next.14 days straight! haha..but oh well,its ok.Setakut-takot me pon,I actually cant wait for production.I dunno why.Maybe its just that I cant wait to see all those that we have all worked so hard for,being paid off.Haha..I know everything is gonna be well..I know..Allah listens to my wishes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next,my days are all basically spend with angst,sadness and smiles.I shall not elaborate on each specific emotions but I will just say this.Without those,life will not be all that wonderful,right?But then,too much of those,I dun really like it.Its what you call not healthy..That is the same to the fights and arguments that oftenly happens.Too much of those,are not good.I hate having to re-evaluate my feelings and emotions again and again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next,sometimes,I hate to be too good and too nice.I know I am and I know I have the right to throw tantrum at times and be pissed at times but then again,I dun do so because I am scared.Because usually when I speak up,something bad is gonna happen.What I mean by those are fights,arguments and all.People will start hating me if I throw tantrum or when I try to tell them what Im not happy about.Its like I am not given the chance to explain or have feelings that are negative.Is that what it meant by free of speech and emotions? Because I dun feel I am free to feel all those wherever I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next,I realise something about me.I play aroud too much.You see,I am attached but I play around all too much.I am suppose to have one guy but I happen to have many guys associated with me.Its like,whenever I talk to friends about a guy, they would have to ask me this, "which guy?". That just explains how sometimes I confused my own close friends about the guys.Not that I am saying I am popular among guys..I despise that statement aniwae.but its just my clique I think.I mean I am more comfortable being around guys because they are much more easier for me to understand and they are not nosy.When I say shut up,they shut up.Hhaa..I make them sounds like dogs!No,thats not what I meant but ya..Guys are better companion for a girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next,people are shouting,yelling,telling me to go to see the doctor but up till now,I havent.Like what boyfriend alwaes says "Da brape bulan lepas you cakap the same thing,nanti nanti nanti!"I dunno why I always keep on delaying going to the doctor.I am not afraid of injections,I am not afraid of medicine(only dun like them).Maybe,the time I have to spend there at the polyclinic.Haha..I am not feeling well.My definition of not feeling well is this: I have flu on/off.I cough so much,I alwaes have a headache attacking 1 side of my head at just random times.There are more at times but right now,I cant really remember all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next,I havent been able to really sleep properly.What I mean is,I am back to getting my sound sleep.No waking up between sleeps.I need that in order to be able to wake up the next day.Now,every morning,I have to really discipline and force myself to wake up to go to school.And when I wake up,my body will be very very weak.Its really tiring.I need my real proper sleep with the waking up between the sleeps.I wish I wish..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next,my appetite nowadaes will be what I categorise it as 'melampau'.I eat way too much that my mum alwaes say this "kau buaye kepe? tadi kan da makan ni nak makan lagi". I dunno.Everytime I see food,that is when I get hungry and my tummy will start to play music.And like right now,I really need to eat.I want to eat.I eat too much,but oh well,thats perfectly ok..The other time when I lost all my appetite,I think now its making up to the other time..And I hope to see an increase in my body weight the next time I weigh.I need to exercise already.Ive alwaes been saying it but then never really do anything about it.Maybe I shall.This coming Sunday.haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok..So I have basically tell my bloggy whats wrong and right with me and how my life is about now.I need to say these few things to these people..:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bf: I miss you.Meet up soon.Oh I forgot you are not booking out! Hmm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couz: Lets meet up soon.I wanna have lunch or dinner with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis:Im sorry I cant follow you get your dress..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zura:We shall plan an outing once my production is done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halifah: you dun think about anything anymore..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myself:dun think about it anymore.Dun let it seduced you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I go off,I need to say something.Sometimes in life,you don't always get what you want.But at those certain times,if you were to try harder,you will get them but there are also those certain times that eventhough how hard you try.you still wont get anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3035623793118281388?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3035623793118281388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3035623793118281388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3035623793118281388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3035623793118281388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-112089870712159674</id><published>2009-11-06T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:05:13.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two more weeks minus of today.And if those attachment people are happy that their attachment is coming to an end and they are coming back to school..Then for me,an FYP student..I don't like the idea of going out to work and not be in the school environment.Damn!I hate changes.I dun want to go attachment can? *Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But then..Its not all that bad right?I mean,how bad can it go?Its just 3 months and then I am all done with my poly life..Right? 2 years ago,thats what I want..But now,I dun want to be out of Poly can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmm..Actually..I am feeling very very tak kuase la now..Hahah..But my bloggy is so quiet so ya lor.haha..erm!OK ..Im done here..I am bored to death..I wanna sleep from reading my research&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-112089870712159674?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112089870712159674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=112089870712159674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/112089870712159674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/112089870712159674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='bored!'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5863480230139033920</id><published>2009-11-02T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:41:30.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>just a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am feeling so much hurt but right now,I am trying my very best to push all those away..I am trying to smile and laugh at evrry single small detail.Fake or real? I dun care..haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well well..Actually,I dunno wat to update about..But I just feel a need to post a post todae..haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..what shall I talk about??? hmmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe about how bimbotic-ally blonde I was yesterday..I almost died from almost falling down the escalator at Yishun MRT in the morning..Thank GOD I survived.bcoz i didnt fall.haha..Ok and then..I came to school and have Fah laugh at almost everything I said..(Its not easy to have people laugh at what I do) and Fah actually laughed..So that was how stupid I was..I was stupid-ly clumsy and I have this very bimbotic prangai..So ya..Haha..I was one hell of a bimbo for the day..AHHA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today..Well,I was abit doink,first part of the day but soon after,I was ok..Alright I guess..Kan? haha..and today..I am feeling almost alright.And before I end.I would just wanna say something I wrote on FB and a lil add-ons..haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am too generous with my smiles that sometimes it caused too much trouble for myself.And people often thought, this smiley face hides nothing known as misery"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5863480230139033920?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5863480230139033920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5863480230139033920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5863480230139033920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5863480230139033920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-post.html' title='just a post'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5367685450659937871</id><published>2009-10-28T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:03:36.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>me..fah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is such a wonderful day.Well,wonderful..Because I just spent $31.25 on a pair of black pants.Hahhaa..And I also got my sleep earlier on.And because I am abit ok now la k..Hahha..So so..The day was alright so far but just not sure of the time to come todae.Well,I have at least 7 more hours before the day endAnd many many things can happen la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So so..Yesterday,on the way back home,Fah and me,camwhored.Yeap yeap..ahha..I'm gonna put ion just some of our best shots ok..You wanna see the rest,the FB is already uploaded with photos from yesterday.haha..Maybe thats what makes me abit happy la today kan..Looking back at the pics,I can only laugh and smile..hahaha...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397572929534322114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SugH-1ooZcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SBuMAlRB2gI/s400/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397572920017486050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SugH-SLpAOI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7hON00ck5iU/s400/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397572934617714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SugH_Ikm0NI/AAAAAAAAAxI/siXABtTJEYM/s400/IMG_1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397572942832175842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SugH_nLFiuI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/AfQ4M19TZXQ/s400/IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397572949117892466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SugH_-lt93I/AAAAAAAAAxY/_iAOOvKbveI/s400/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;ps:Zura..we take pics soon ok???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5367685450659937871?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5367685450659937871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5367685450659937871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5367685450659937871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5367685450659937871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/mefah.html' title='me..fah..'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SugH-1ooZcI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SBuMAlRB2gI/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6014413258775134035</id><published>2009-10-26T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:43:40.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been feeling a tight slap on my cute pretty face the past days.I was wondering why the slap but then realised 1 thing..And serve me right..I got it there!It was painful,mind you.&lt;br /&gt;As of todae,I will trace back my footsteps.So,no worries alright.I told you people,no more new people in my life and since I let it happen,now I have to tahan the burden.Well,well..At least I learnt my lesson..Not!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at east for now,Tqah is very available for everyone ok..I'm doing fine and all.If anyone were to ask me wats wrong,1 of your teeth will come out!I promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,I just hope everything turn out just right and just fine ok..All the best ya..Don't get injured..again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I miss him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6014413258775134035?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6014413258775134035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6014413258775134035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6014413258775134035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6014413258775134035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6146183996852139894</id><published>2009-10-26T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:01:04.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Im done reading a malay novel..Haha..It took me 4 days since I didnt touch the book on Saturday.The story,well,ok la..Not really that erm..fun..I mean,the plot is kinda expected and somemore mcm takde pape yang kemuncak pon..So ya lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been makan hati these past days.Humiliation and painful words are accepted with a 'THANK YOU'..Take them and then campak jauh2..I'm simply tired and lazy nak act any harsh towards all these craps.Suke ati la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me..Now..I duno what exactly is the word for me to describe my whiole feeling and myself..I am confusing myself and dear boyfie..I da tak tau ape lagi nak buat or think or plan..I am already giving up on everything..I dun want to feel like as if I'm being forced to do all these..I dun want this feeling.Cant someone do something to make me forget about all these..I'm too tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends.Well,I usually like it the first few weeks of FYP but now,I dun like it.Simply because I dun want to be away from anyone.F!@#!I'm clinging on again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..I shall end here now..Apparently,my mood died!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6146183996852139894?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6146183996852139894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6146183996852139894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6146183996852139894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6146183996852139894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7108238802992852519</id><published>2009-10-21T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:37:56.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>too daring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week,mood ok so far..But..I've been crazy enough to do daring things..Damn la Tqah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week is abit packe la ok..Monday nthg after school.Tues and Wednesday training.Thursday gt *******.Friday got nothing.I think la..Saturday got training.Haiz..Its really tiring..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The daring things Ive been doing is....not gonna tell!Haix..Acctually not alot la..2 things only..But its two days in a row la eh..Berani sangat la eh minah nie! hmph!Doing things for the first time..I dun want..BUt atas desakan orang2 nie..I have to do it.Th first one was ok la..Second one,Im afraid man..Its like gonna change things if it tak go well.Haiz....TELL ME TELL ME!!!macam mane nie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Aqim..You dun wan to complain rabaak2 about my post tapi u wrote it there on my tag board..So whats the difference of nt complaining at all..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human of all lives..Todae,not in the bestest mood.Dammit ok! But Im trying to control myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Quiet and weird..I hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7108238802992852519?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7108238802992852519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7108238802992852519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7108238802992852519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7108238802992852519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-daring.html' title='too daring'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-9176681491055200455</id><published>2009-10-21T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:15:40.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>bore-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ive been coming to school for the past 2 days plus todae 3 days for nthg exactly..I am still not getting my new project assignment and it is frustratingly irritating because all I have been doing this past days is play bejeweled..checked facebook for the most upteenth time..and sleep.this is so irritating.My pillow have been such a perfect dear friend..It comfort me when Im pissed.It protect my head when I fall asleep.And haha..I just love you dear pillow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; And and..7 weeks of FYP and let me tell you people something Ive done successfully.And that is..Memorising some new songs,,hahahaaa...so lets see..wat songs: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run away- Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Bombastic love-Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Bottle Pop-Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me-Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang kau sakiti-rossa&lt;br /&gt;Cinta bertasbih- Melly&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance of who I am-Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;Tears-Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;In the end-Kat Deluna&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable-Kat Deluna&lt;br /&gt;Gubrak-Intan Nuraini&lt;br /&gt;99 times-Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know thats just not that..Theres more..I knew it!haha..but for now..Just that alright..haha...And I am planning to listen and hafal more..haha..WTH i know..Hhehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..I am bored...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-9176681491055200455?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1517609512791936121</id><published>2009-10-20T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:05:58.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>School reopens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the lavender is out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School reopen yesterday so that means the peacefullness we FYPians have been having and enjoying for the past 6 weeks has vanish!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to Koufu to eat yesterday due to some reason.And as soon as I've reached the place,Halifah and me have to go hunt for seats and as soon as she caught one empty table with 3 chairs,we run for it like as if our life depends on it.After securing the seat,only then did we look around to see if anyone saw our stupid actions..but then..everyone was busy buzzing and eating.As we were eating,I tried something out with Fah.We tried talking to each other at the top of our voices to see if anyone would turn to look at us with annoyance but apparently,the 10mins of our own anoyance,didnt annoy anyone as nobody turned!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly,ydae morning,as usual I came in..Checked my mail,checked my fb,checked my blog and lastly,I went to youtube to get my daily music entertainment.I was quite annoyed that when it came to the third music, the streaming have to stop and run stop and run due to the lagging connection.And I,have never experience lagging internet connection for the past 6 weeks.But now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly,I used to go to the toilet and then maybe take my time as there is a full length mirror in it.And the toilet used to be very clean and quiet and nice but now the toilet alwaes smell and then its never quiet and its not nice anymore..So instead of a frequent trip to the toilet,I only go when I really really really cannot take it anymore..Urgh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forth,every morning now,the trip from MRT to school will be fast moving..No more morning stroll for us because everyone is walking everywhere and everyone is speeding..So we have to also..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So next again,like what Melvyn have said earlier on,we feel like we are in a zoo cage.Seen by many people outside..Whats with visitors and now the students? Somehow the passing by is a bit irritating..Its aggitating everyone..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well2..Ive done my part complaining..After all that is said,Ive got a last note..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing we can all do about this but just be patient! I never like all these either but then what else can we do? Complain? Impossible! Hhhaa..We are students of NYP...Bear with it..5 more weeks, its all gonna change..Whether its for the worst or better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1517609512791936121?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1517609512791936121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1517609512791936121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1517609512791936121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1517609512791936121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-reopens.html' title='School reopens'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7630723463935010497</id><published>2009-10-19T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:36:53.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Thrown away memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tonite,I have thrown away all my past memories..why? because the longer I keep them the harder it will be for me to part with it in the future.What do I have to say about it? I am still thinking about all the things I threw away together with those memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I wanna say..This few days,my mood, it suck.I dunno.The slightest joke can affect my everyday whole mood.I dunno.Is something bothering me all that much or what? I dunno..It is very irritating to have this feeling..It suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna curl up and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7630723463935010497?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7630723463935010497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7630723463935010497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7630723463935010497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7630723463935010497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/thrown-away-memories.html' title='Thrown away memories'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-222981310478468809</id><published>2009-10-16T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:28:40.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>I am not rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am often said to not being able to be angry for long.Maybe not even 5mins because when people come to me and disturb me a little bit,I will tend to smile and laugh..Yes,I do tend to smile and laugh..So people think I cant really get serious and be in a bad mood..Thats because I chose to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am 19 now and throwing tantrum to people who dun deserve them is very rude.Someone said that I am rude but when it come to manners,I know I dun lack anything.If you wanna say that I am very very vulgar,I accept that.Because that means nothing but if you wanna say that I am rude,you are just indirectly saying that my parents dun instill good manners in me.Of which they have done such a good job at doing so.So if you wanna say that I am rude,think twice..or maybe more than that..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-222981310478468809?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/222981310478468809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=222981310478468809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/222981310478468809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/222981310478468809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-not-rude.html' title='I am not rude'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7702241131215328318</id><published>2009-10-12T10:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:02:17.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>new friends and fyp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was sitting down trying to see what else I needed to include in my Thursday presentation when suddenly an image stood right infront if my eyes.A particular image of only 2 people including me know very well..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYP..Well,I thought I would somehow hate it because after 2 n a half year of being with Zura,finally we are apart.But then I made new friends.As days past in FYP,I begin to know some people of whom,I only know they were there but never really bother to talk to or simply try to make friends with.But because of this FYP,I gained these friends.Someone I thought I would never know,happened to be someone whom I can talk to.I mean,sometimes there are certain things you cant talk to your close close friends but I can talk to this person.Its just that I am much more comfortable to talk about these certain issues to this someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I once said,enough of new friendship because I wouldnt want to have many only to have them all walk away after that.Too much heartache I wouldnt want another.I tried ny very best to keep my distant away but then it takes 2 days,just 2 days before I know I was gliding towards this friend.I hate to love friends because I know when I do,it will only hurt me to see this friend then go.That explains why I have limited number of friends.Because I choose to just like them as one.This friend said remind me once that we would keep in touch even after we all left the campus and when we all have our own life to lead.I didnt know why but that,it touched me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The image that stood right infront of me or rather still fresh in my mind,will I keep it just within myself.Noone need to know that.And I really mean noone.So my dear readers,dun ask me anything alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing I can say is that somehow I am grateful that I am given this path to do my FYP with all these people.People whom without once will they stop me laugh and smile.I am grateful for them.And its because of them,so far,my FYP have been very wonderful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know I should be doing my project instead of this but then I just find a need to write what I am feeling at the moment and now I have managed to,I can smile with relieve.Because that image,it is still playing in my mind..And till when it will continue to play,I am not sure..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To those who are wondering of the image.I've just got something to sae.When I think of the image back then,I smiled with pleasure but just a min ago,when it stood there in front of me,I dunno why but I feel a lil bit uptight. but nonetheless,I feel happy and when such things happen,there had never been once when I would feel this: REGRET!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:i didnt check my post.so if theres any spelling or grammatical mistake,I apologise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7702241131215328318?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7702241131215328318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7702241131215328318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7702241131215328318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7702241131215328318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-friends-and-fyp.html' title='new friends and fyp'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-9037769192720691795</id><published>2009-10-09T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:24:09.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another Friday.And that means week5 is coming to an end.and personally,I find this week ending so fast.Haiz.. Next week is Wekk6 meaning its presentation week and I am the lucky number 1 to present on Thursday.Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So lets see and recap what I've done the past week alright..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Monday: It was yet another day.I am not quite sure what actually happened but I guess the day tirned oout just fine.OOh yea..I kena 'scolded' by bf because I reached home very very late at night after training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tuesday: A very nice day..A day I would say that is full of fun until the time for napfa.Haha..So had napfa in the afternoon and then trg.Training..Dun wanna talk abt it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wednesday:The day started off bad.I find it super pathetic..fire drill in school.WTF kan!The day ended well I remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thursday:It was a smiley day.I tried to put a positive note..I smile and I tried to put problems behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Friday: It started off ok..But then things happened and suckish it was..Dun wanna talk about it.Bt then I receive an awesome call from someone..haha..I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I am hoping that the weekend is gonna be ok..I shall hope and hoping..I hope next week's presentation gonna be a good one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All the besy ppl.And have a nice weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ps:I am counting down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-9037769192720691795?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9037769192720691795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=9037769192720691795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/9037769192720691795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/9037769192720691795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8250162279076449999</id><published>2009-10-02T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:18:59.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Today is Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm mmm..Tqah is smiling so widely..I dunno why.Or maybe I do only that I wouldn't want to let on..Hahha..Secret secret..:) So far today, things goes well and normal.I wasted my time on fb at the earlier part of the day and now I am blogging.ahah..Cool right fyp? haha..Ya right.bluek!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOh talking about fyp,I dun think I can finish up my targeted work by my own allocated time.Tu la,procrastinate lagi.haha.. But...I started on my presentation already..If I rajin then I will maybe start on the set-up by today.If not..hehe..next week monday ok.Next week is like the last week for everything to be done.Haa..Atiqah can do it!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dunno what else to write so I would just hope that today is gonna be a good day alright..I hope i hope i hope..please please please,.....haha...Let the few days before this week ends be a gd gd one ...*i am hoping*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8250162279076449999?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3522440072103165892</id><published>2009-10-01T15:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:33:40.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>just lazy updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; My body is all aching everywhere..Dumb dumb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok..So..I am lazy to update because nothing much is happening.Oh..Wait..Actually something happened on Tuesday but..haha..its ok ah..Silent silent..No need tell anyone.I dun wish to tell nione pon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argghh!!!Oh ya...Daddy just bought a big screen tv with karaoke set..Now you tell me..How lovely and noce and baik is my daddy..Hhahha..I love him lots lots..hahaha....Love you baba.....*kiss kiss kiss*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAA..and I miss some ppl..I am counting.5 daes b4 your coming back..come back safely.I will be waiting..hAIz...lame sey tak dgr from him..Haiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da la..I very the mendak nak mampos..I shall blah ferst..And aniwae..I m still waiting for calls from someone..haha..tak dpt2 nie..bdh btol! lbt sak tunggu.!*patience*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3522440072103165892?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3522440072103165892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3522440072103165892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3522440072103165892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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before Fah comes back from Kelantan..And I hope she found peace and fun ther..haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK..so me? hmm..the week have been nice and fun..ha..see this fah..IM HAVING FUN!! haha..ok..thanks to those who are responsible in making my week wonderful.haha...cool..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to Cik Nani's house was nice.Got Seri..haha..I love that small gerl..Like really.haha..so yeap..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am having fun in fyp.I am happy that I'm in the process of coming up with something for my week6 presentation.Good Tqah..I shall just hope nothing last minute happen ya..I hate this already..I need my A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going to MCG jalan raye this Sunday..Relative's houses beside mummy blom pegi pon.Im going out oon Sunday and ya..I guess I need all the rest I can get on Saturday and also Sunday night to prepare myself for Monday school and training.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now..I wanna go break..HAHA..Shall update again later2 ok..haha..Byes and loves..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-3294208430984486690</id><published>2009-09-29T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:41:46.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>yayaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SsMYII8oIbI/AAAAAAAAAww/1chNMDsHBbI/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387176107385037234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SsMYII8oIbI/AAAAAAAAAww/1chNMDsHBbI/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SsMYHrtBmpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/rrJlP65HfME/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387176099534969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SsMYHrtBmpI/AAAAAAAAAwo/rrJlP65HfME/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did this on the first week of fyp..I dunno if you guys understand but haha..ya..the pink one was done justnow..It was actually meant to show Ivan but then since I find it nice,I decided to put it as my desktop background..haha..And ya..He did the flowers while I write my name..haha..Cool...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today so far,erm..it was ok la eh..ahah...Tqah was sick but was super high after she'd taken her first panadol..Haha..yes people,instead of being sleepy she is high..haha..I have weird body system..haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually thats exactly what I wanna say..So ya...ahaha..I'm off love ones..Tqah got things to do...As naughty as she can get,she's a good gerl..She does her work..Unlike some people..haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-3294208430984486690?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3294208430984486690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=3294208430984486690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3294208430984486690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/3294208430984486690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/yayaya.html' title='yayaya'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SsMYII8oIbI/AAAAAAAAAww/1chNMDsHBbI/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6641980202532139210</id><published>2009-09-29T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:34:20.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am sleepy and very very sleepy..And since someone in Kelantan wants me to update,I shall update...If you even call this nonsense im doing updating..So..here it goes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hari Raya was ok la..Nothing much..OK ok je la kan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in FYP now and I guess my decaying process is gonna finish soon..I am soo bored eventhough I know I've got tons of things to do..Well,I started off my project already ok!Now..Researching on port-mirroring..Haiz..What the hell!I'm too tired and lazy to do this..But well..Tqah need her A ya..Hha..Ya right..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What else ya? erm.. Ooh..Aniwae fyp wasnt that boring ok..I exaggerated abit..It was fun at times..AT TIMES! but most of the time..Hahah..ok la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Training was resumed yesterday and my was I tired.I duno ley..Like all the burden and responsibility back on my shoulder..Throwing it off in the cupboard at home for 2 weeks was such relieved but then having to pick it all back up..Haiya..Well,,No comment about training progress alright..These kinda thing,shouldn't be posted up in blogs.It should be posted only in the heart for your own reflections and sakit hati and smiles..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I've got many things to blog about but I am clueless..Oh oh..ya ya..Should I change my blogskin or not?If I should,will it be ok if I change it to a lavender purple skin????The whole blog basically will look very very soft..So,how people?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Napfa is on the 6th October..Mental reminder for myself.So TQAH,pass ook..Hhaa..Ya right..See first la k..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I say this?I am feeling kinda sick right now.Dammit!I ean it man..I m feeling sick..Eventhough I am jumping around and smiling all the time,I am seriously feeling so sick.I want take2 days break can?I wish..Haiz..Shits..Headache coming back..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Syamim!!!!I dun think hes gonna read my blog but...aniwaes.Happy bdae ya dude..Have a wonderful 19 ya..I miss you tau..You gone for so long..HAHA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to beloved boyfie,jangan mara2 ok..Isk!!We see how k later...Dun angry2..nanti hilang seri muke..HAHA..OK jk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couz is not back yet..Still at Brunei...I am counting the day hes back..Hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK people...I shall go now...Headache is overtaking my whole body..I think I might need a nap..So..bye..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6641980202532139210?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6641980202532139210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6641980202532139210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6641980202532139210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6641980202532139210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8266940058858060711</id><published>2009-09-22T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:51:16.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>So not in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful sometimes that I have my blog to rant everything too..Human figures?They are only there but they dun really listen..Talk about me not opening up enough? Thats just because you dun try hard enough to listen to my unspeakable actions and my speaking sentences.No finger pointing here..Just a random complaint!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..thank you soo much bloggy for alwaes being there for me without any complain.And ya..Hari Raya was ok..Nothing much,,Pictures will be uploade at Facebook soon.Maybe tonite..I might malas2 to tag so if you guys just happen to want to take the pictures,just go on and take.I cant be bothered already..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone ask me if I go set my hair or was I pretty on the festive day..Well..My answer? I didnt cut nor did I go for treatment like how I promise myself too..Its ok..My hair was naturally done..I let it go most of the time..Well,its my hair which I am proud to show and all..I love it..And to those who dun like it,your problem. Was I pretty..?Alhamdulillah..I like the way I look already.I didnt have to find compliments because I am appreciative of what I was given by HIM.So..apparently,Tqah look the same as every ither day..The day wasnt all that special for an expensive or total makeover..I look the same as always and I like the way I am..Thank you ALLAH..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's the 13th month..So..baby..Happy 13th ya..I love you sooo much..Apparently,I search deep down and realized that..Haha..Love you boyfie..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couz..Going Brunei ah? Erm..Good la..Go safely and come back safely.Your family will be waiting for you with open arms..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basically..I am soo bothered today..Im not in the shitty mood to do anything..Ya...I cant seem to understand what I rean and write.Haiz..But still.Lucky thing for bloggy..And when things go bad...I can only say this...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIYANA,SHIKIN!!!!!I NEED YOU GERLS BADLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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some people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am tired and sleepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1593525038975631105?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1593525038975631105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1593525038975631105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1593525038975631105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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across these thing..Haha..Its about what I want to achieved..The blog post was on 8 October 2008 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Go rooftop Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Go all over Singapore to find that dress I fall in love with at Bazaar Woodlands and BUY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Go movie marathon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Singapore Flyer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Go Clarke Quay....Dunno for wat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Outing with 4 sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Plan Izzati's bbq..Did nothing at all yet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Go Vivo..I want the wind and the water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.Spend the entire day with my dearest dearest boyfriend..(seems like a few hours is not enuf.heh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those in Purple is already done..so I'm left with the dress,Clarke Quay and Flyer..Hmmmm..Haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5191301747778779408?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5191301747778779408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5191301747778779408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5191301747778779408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5191301747778779408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6571790759831280709</id><published>2009-09-15T13:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:40:01.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the pics from Saturday that I promised..Its uploaded in Fb also..So you both can choose which one to take from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381871436856851634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrA_jrSsfLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6jzzMmqRmVg/s400/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381871772121281266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrA_3MP9svI/AAAAAAAAAvY/In0g4feDWcc/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381871778528966754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrA_3kHrOGI/AAAAAAAAAvg/694ghn48KOM/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381872471118280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrBAf4N1d_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/P65HDqrwWrE/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381871786423848930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrA_4Bh9j-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/b4ECHMbamuI/s400/IMG_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381872461262382706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrBAfTgAZnI/AAAAAAAAAvw/k63weEEe3U8/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381872482925927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrBAgkM_3VI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kPQpYcP9fmE/s400/IMG_0232new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381873279466862338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrBBO7jJ9wI/AAAAAAAAAwI/3XUWmKmuCKE/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381873293473155426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrBBPvuhCWI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6X3yb-VfDiw/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381873301121908354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrBBQMOHvoI/AAAAAAAAAwY/8sS4qwYWwik/s400/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6571790759831280709?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6571790759831280709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6571790759831280709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6571790759831280709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6571790759831280709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SrA_jrSsfLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/6jzzMmqRmVg/s72-c/IMG_0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6773306634519694120</id><published>2009-09-14T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:24:53.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Continuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Princess Almas went back to the kingdom after 3 days leaving it.Still,her heart condition was never nursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon,as she was sitting down staring into blank spaces together with her maids, there was a knock on the door and there was actually someone who was looking for her.Princess Almas went out in the garden where she has directed her maid to tell the visitor to wait.From afar,Princess Almas could already see the shape of the visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Prince Luv.May I know what brings you here to see me?" asked Princess Almas with all the courage she have got to face the one man whose heart she had broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I long to see you, Princess.When I came the other time,the king told me you were gone to find some peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am just fine,I went to the other kingdom to seek peace.And now I am back with some of the peace I've found.Prince Luv,I would like to apologise again for the hurt and betrayal I have caused you.I am very surprised that you would be here today to visit me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall be true to you Princess,that day when you told the truth,I was terribly hurt that I went off without a single word.I thought I could live without you but it seems that my heart grew fonder of you.I've missed you and us,Princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You would just accept my apologies and take me back,Price Luv? Dun you think that is very heavy a sacrifice for you to take?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have put all those away..I shall not think about it nor will you.Now Princess,will you once again be mine and forget about all the past?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Almas was very very afraid to answer the Prince.She was afraid if she would make the wrong decision again.She still does love Prince Sky but at the same time,Prince Luv too.Prince Sky already had a replacement for her.And whether they both like it or not,or whether he really loves Princess Chera or not or whether he still loves Princess Almas or not,the obvious is that they can never be together.And it is very very impossible for them to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Almas looked up at Prince Luv.She analyzes his expression.This was the man who made her happy..This was the man who never once made her worried..This was the man whom once upon a time ago,they share a dream and future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I will Prince Luv," finally the decision was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serious seriously am in love with this story.Haha..Eventhough my eng very not here not there but it you readers can understand,then good thing la.I will try to write in perfect English next time ya.Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,weekend was nice.Saturday was awesome while Sunday was tiring.All in all,it was great.Pics on Saturday shall be uploaded soon..In blog and also Facebook.Yeap???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6773306634519694120?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6773306634519694120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6773306634519694120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6773306634519694120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6773306634519694120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/continuation_14.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5797728960422405108</id><published>2009-09-11T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:51:12.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So..Friday's here and that means I am not gonna enter S.440  and see my notebook and desktop and I also do not have to stand the so-cold aircon for 2 wonderful(i hope) days..FYP was o...k..Shall not talk about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Training gone all that well..Hope it would always be better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life? Hhaha..Well,how else I can ask it to be? It's already like that,created for me,so, wont ask much out of it ya..I just wanna live a happy life like every else does.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wanna sing..I really really desperately wanna sing.Haiz..I wanna ***** but I need to go **** if i wanna *****. Bcoz the ***** i wanna do,is only suitable fir environment like at the **** ..I wanna act again.It looks like I miss acting so much.Haiz..Wonder how I will do not acting after graduation.Hhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OK...I just cant wait for tomorrow.Cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5797728960422405108?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5797728960422405108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5797728960422405108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5797728960422405108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5797728960422405108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6113400270246500677</id><published>2009-09-08T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:50:50.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>FYP-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..Lets see..2nd day of fyp and I'm already shouting shouting "STRESS STRESS!!!" Hahaha..But at least its not as bad as last semester.Dunk! Anyway..In case anyones curious,I've received a project of which I believe they are purely just networking..Haa..Not theory stuffs but technical stuffs.So you know why I go around shouting?? haha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oook.Yesterday was pure boredom while today is... erm..pure pure boredom..I tried to understand a lil bit about TPA but still could not do anything about it if I dun have the software do ya..I'm gonna be kinda stuck here if I dun have the software ya..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desktop was changed..I was just plain bored at looking the boring bg..So I changed..Shall upload the pic in a while ya..Right now,I am suddenly much more eager in going home..Haha.See what FYP do to me..Hehe..But in any case..This is one of the hurdle I need to jump across to reach that diploma..Heh..Wel..well..I know I can do it.DOINK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zura oh Zura~~~ Hhaa..I wonder how shes doing?Good??? I wanna know all about your attachment yea? haa..Tak sabar nie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And and..I miss and love my E8 can..haha...Ok gtg..I'm tired and fingers are numb..heh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378968074137615874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SqXu9uUjvgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/pNrdj4Zyzq8/s400/lavender-5+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6113400270246500677?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6113400270246500677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6113400270246500677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6113400270246500677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6113400270246500677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/fyp-ing.html' title='FYP-ing'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lTECdhOCGqg/SqXu9uUjvgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/pNrdj4Zyzq8/s72-c/lavender-5+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8760280401880694876</id><published>2009-09-02T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:29:08.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Continuity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Princess Almas decided to go away from the kingdom for the moment but she only wants to go alone without the company of her maids.After much persuasion,the king let her set foot to another kingdom alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Princess Almas was walking around the city disguising as normal civilian.Her broken heart was not mended.Everyday,she live with tears and sadness.She was hoping Prince Sky would not forget her as how she would never forget him.Prince Luv would not come and visit Princess Almas probably because of the pain she caused him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As Princess Almas was walking to the garden, she set sight on a couple.From far, they look so sweet together but after having second look,he looks so familiar that Princess Almas just have to look again.The guy wasn't smiling and he seems eager to be gone away from the gerl.While the girl was happily and sweetly talking to him,it was obvious that his mind was wandering on other things.And that guy is Prince Sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Princess Almas was happy seeing him but at the same time sad as she has made the promise to not be in contact with him again.Princess Almas turn to look at him again before moving away from the place to return to her stay-house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Princess Almas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Princess Almas turn at that voice.She already had tears in her eyes waiting to pour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I saw you with a gerl Prince Sky.You have found a replacement and I am truly happy for your happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I am not happy with Princess Chera.I want to be with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"We promised the King we wont be in contact, I shall go before Princess Chera sees us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That night,Princess Almas cried her hearts out.She was really sad to see her love gone before her eyes again but she was also happy if Prince Sky could finds a replacement for his own happiness.He deserves to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thats basically the continuation of Princess Almas and Prince Sky.There might be a continuation..Sorry for the English.It was superbly bad but I just have to write this story immediately despite my tiredness and no mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nite people.Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;:happy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8760280401880694876?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8760280401880694876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8760280401880694876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8760280401880694876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8760280401880694876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/continuity.html' title='Continuity'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4115372267919923143</id><published>2009-08-28T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:57:26.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Get up and grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I choose to be random*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a happy person because I chose to. Not that I don't have truckloads of things in my mind but its just that I think I'm fortunate enough because I know how to handle my problem at the right given time and people. This few days,my mood hasnt been all that great but still,I smiled my sincerest smile and talk with my sweetest voice.Why? The same old reason,I think you people malas nak dengar da. So..What makes my mood so off? Most of it, its caused by those people around me.They affect my mood.. Haiz. Is it so difficult to put a happy cheerful front for a while.? Is it impossible to just forget about the problem awhile and enjoy life as it is? Its not the end of the world yet if things go wrong.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Right now, things are too complicated for me.Thats because its all not sorted out.No clear indications No clear status No clear explanations.. This is not what I meant when I say 'its ok'. Because this certainly is not ok living in complications and confusion. If this is not what is good then get it off. I am tired controlling tears and putting up an 'ok' expression.Im tired of saying 'cmon' when your only reaction is gonna be something like 'forget it'. So,why am I putting too much effort in something which doesnt concern me,or something which I am playing such a small part in. 1 thing I can say right now is, I am tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But still despite all.I am still smiling because I hope by doing so,I could make others,people like you feel lived up again.Feel that you are important and needed. Ask yourself,do you feel like that everytime you hear my voice? Everytime you see me? I doubt so..But despite being heartbroken and sad seeing such state of yours, I tell myself that I cannot show my weaknesses because right now I need to be strong for you. Dammit!! Do you even know or thought of that? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So..its much appreciated if people dun be too k-po and ask me about this post alright.I am just writing on my online diary..I wont answer if you ask me.Or you want a shutup from me,you ask la.But I know I can get very pissed if you bring this up. And also..You people jangan nak perasan that this post is for you people ok..Only me my self and I know who I am referring to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4115372267919923143?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4115372267919923143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4115372267919923143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4115372267919923143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4115372267919923143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-up-and-grow.html' title='Get up and grow'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-6639045054389710036</id><published>2009-08-26T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:03:52.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Yaaheehoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Orang yang selalu membuat orang lain ketawa itu adalah orang yang selalu menangis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Somehow, I find the sentence quite ture.I wont really relate it to myself here in the blog la but when I think and wonder about the sentence, I thought that what was said is true.Amusing,huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Exams tomorrow and I am hopeless.I havent study..Not really havent la but I have abit only..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I have too many things to say here but it seems like nothing could come up in my head.Ooh ya..Hows fasting everyone? Well,mine went well..And I enjoyed every single day of it.Weehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Liyana,Shikin..kluar jom..? hehe..get back to each other ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Okie..I wanna study now..Gtg..Love you people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-6639045054389710036?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6639045054389710036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=6639045054389710036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6639045054389710036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/6639045054389710036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/yaaheehoo.html' title='Yaaheehoo'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7022304090588665150</id><published>2009-08-23T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:53:02.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think and I know I am jealous but then..To come to think about it..I'm only human..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway..I am happy if things seems to go perfectly fine for you.I would be happy if things go the way you want it.So..I should stop all this nonsense and be happily living my life as it is now..Changes? Lets just let other people make the decision if it involves me alright.Bcoz at this point,I dun think my decision is needed..So..Oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aniwae..Tomorrows an important day!! Waaarrrgghhh!!!! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All the best baby me!Blurg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7022304090588665150?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7022304090588665150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7022304090588665150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7022304090588665150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7022304090588665150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4141177937891907876</id><published>2009-08-22T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:33:56.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>TodAY TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its the first day of Ramadan today.So..Wishing all Muslims a happy happy month alright.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its the 22nd today and although I cant celebrate my first year with him,I am grateful and happy for this.I mean, I am happy that we could be together to see this day.Haha..And I hope for the long long future too..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am thinking of someone and I'm wondering hows that someone is doing..Haiz...All  I can do is pray and hope you take care..:)Come back quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4141177937891907876?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4141177937891907876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=4141177937891907876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4141177937891907876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/4141177937891907876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-today.html' title='TodAY TODAY'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-5026970486718301766</id><published>2009-08-21T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:16:49.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Lelaki cadangan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Prince Sky and Princess Almas..They don't keep contact anymore.Hhaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;*Dan aku sudah pernah bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;pacarku bukan cuma kamu saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;ku mempunyai dua hati yang tak bisa untuk ku tinggali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dan aku sudah pernah bilang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Janganlah kamu terlalu sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;dan bila nanti kau menghilang..ku masih punya lelaki cadangan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This song..Super kurang ajar..Buut I like..Haha...The title of the song "lelaki cadangan..Sung by T2..hEHE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I say something..I ngah takde mood to study..No mood for fb..No mood for niting..I only wanna do one thing now..And that is singing..I want to sing..Is there any karaoke box or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-5026970486718301766?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5026970486718301766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=5026970486718301766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5026970486718301766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/5026970486718301766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/lelaki-cadangan.html' title='Lelaki cadangan'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-8065903038147151736</id><published>2009-08-19T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:42:18.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Life of Prince Sky and Princess Almas</title><content type='html'>There once live a prince Sky and a princess Almas .. The prince, he lead a very happy life and was proudly loved by another princess Milly..Both,they lead the happiest life. Princess Almas on the other hand,she has got a another lover prince Luv too,only that her life, sounds and spells complication.But still, deep down, princess Almas loves prince Luv and hope to see him in her very own future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,soon, a problem arises and this causes prince Sky and princess Almas to grew closer..Despite the fact that theres gonna be more problems,they ditched the possibility and continue on seeing each other. Soon enough, without realising much, love between prince Sky and princess Almas was developed..Who thought it would happen? Well, it did. To prince Sky, it was a mistake but to princess Almas, it happened. Despite all differences and status, they defended their love and believed that one day, when truth came to light, both of them have got to make a decision that obviously will hurt either or both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived life per normal.Meeting each other secretly.Keeping both prince Luv and princess Milly in the dark. Until one day, when finally the truth was lurked out,and the king of princess Almas got to know about it. He summoned both princes and princesses to his court and asked for truth. As all was kneeling down bowing down to the king, princess Almas said out the truth.Indeed they are having an affair. The disappointment on Princess Milly's and prince Luv's face was obviously shown.Both princess Almas and prince Sky say their apology and at that moment,as princess Almas looked up at prince Sky, he knew that the decision is now up to him to make..Looking at both the innocent faces,he looked uo to the prince and say&lt;br /&gt;"Princess Almas and me shall not be meeting each other anymore and no more contacts shall be made between us and if we break that rule, we shall be responsible for the punishment that would be put on us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears streaming down princess Almas's cheek, she turned to prince Luv and said her apology.With disappointment on his face, prince Luv took his leave and thats the end of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pain felt down on prince Sky's heart, he turned to face princess Milly and said his apology.With that said,princess Milly took her leave from the king and thats the end of their happiness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a last glance made by prince Sky and princess Almas to each other, they turned and princess Almas said," With the wrong we've done,we accept this punishment.As earlier said by prince Sky, after now,we shall not meet or make any contact with each other.I ask for my leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, princess Almas walked away from the court with tears running fast down her cheeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I asked for my leave" said prince Sky and that was the last,she heard of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-8065903038147151736?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8065903038147151736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=8065903038147151736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8065903038147151736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/8065903038147151736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-of-prince-sky-and-princess-almas.html' title='Life of Prince Sky and Princess Almas'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1053139425238785187</id><published>2009-08-16T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:34:41.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;New blog skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hmm hmm..I went back to check out my cerpen..read them and erm.I am still wondering how my piece can win..But still,Syukur..Maybe theres something the judges see that I dunno.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I have to start doing time table for myself.At least for another 2 weeks to come.I dun wan to study at the last minute anymore..No no no!Notes and basic has to be done and understood.Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am at home on a Sunday.Urgh! Haha.. Actually quite ok.I can do alot of things today.So yeap. Roller Coaster Kingdom! HAHA...Someones not happy about something.Too bad!! ahha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ok..I'm trying to be a happy gerl.I have gtg now..Se  you people soon and around ya..Take carez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1053139425238785187?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1053139425238785187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1053139425238785187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1053139425238785187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1053139425238785187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_16.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-7724002514721323286</id><published>2009-08-13T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:39:11.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>hmm hmm :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wanna laugh..Just finished reading someones blog and hahaha...I wanna laugh je la.. Actually today started off quite wth! But only recently..when someone said something was I happy.Haha..Ok I shall stop.ANiwae,I found some cool stuffs on Fb! and haha..Ive got test tomorrow..Die2!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Babies..I love you too...And this is too everyone and anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-7724002514721323286?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7724002514721323286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=7724002514721323286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7724002514721323286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/7724002514721323286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm-hmm.html' title='hmm hmm :)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-2743064770977708307</id><published>2009-08-12T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:11:40.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just a post before I go to study like mad tonite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As I was trying to study in the afternoon,I listened to Fah's ipod's songs.I was shuffling and shuffling until I came across this particular song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am feeling ery very pathetic today.I know very well that anyone who make any mistake will definitely either get a punch from me or maki from me.I know what such rude and inappropriate behaviour.I was with Fah the whole afternoon and I know that she know that I am feeling so down but I am so sure she dunno the acuse to it.I laughed and smiled today,I entertain people who need entertainment despite all the pain and hurt I'm feeling inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All I can say is that I feel a sense of unsatisfaction today.I know I can rant to just anyone but being me,I dun want to bother people.They might not understand even.So haa..Its ok.I tried to study today but didnt get to move on to chapter 3.I am not sure myself if I could still remember what I read for the previous chapters.Lucky thing my paper is at 4 tomorrow.Till then,I have many things to rush through.Too many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought I could survive today with the laughter and all but it caught me shockingly when a streak of tear slide down my cheek.That Fah didn't realise I'm sure. Its just that time when suddenly the tears you've been wanting to come pouring down(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it just wont&lt;/span&gt;) came pouring down when you least expect it too.But I manage to control them before anyone could see..Kan Fah? haha.. The song.Its '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;soledad&lt;/span&gt;' from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;westlife&lt;/span&gt;. To those who dunno what song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1MipfUd5sc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1MipfUd5sc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am pathetic I know.But hahaha.... I am containing all too much!You will never expect how much I'm limiting myself and just when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;could vomit all out.. But all in all..Still at the end of the day..All I do is smile bcoz despite telling myself I have noone,I still do have those people whom eventhough they dunno what's happening,who care to ask about my well-beings. For that, I thank my sincerest thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm smiling because of you people around me!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-2743064770977708307?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2743064770977708307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=2743064770977708307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2743064770977708307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/2743064770977708307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-982883987465531638</id><published>2009-08-12T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:55:53.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Day was ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I look at a few people and I have to laugh.. Hhaa..Whats with human beings and the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So so..Today was ok lor..I think I'm still feeling a bit not here not there. dun feel all much satisfaction and all..Isnt it time for me to just let go?Having pains will only lead to more pains..Haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Too many things in mind and I just can't let it go just yet.I am not making those a big issue but then its still stuck on my head!Haa..Too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I want to go far from people I know can?I wanna be alone or with people I really2 want for a moment..Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-982883987465531638?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/982883987465531638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=982883987465531638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/982883987465531638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/982883987465531638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-was-ok.html' title='Day was ok'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-1271015023658938689</id><published>2009-08-04T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:53:24.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Its 0030am on a Tuesday morning.I should be sleeping since I am sick but there are certain things in mind that doesn't allow me to have my beauty rest. So..Today is another Monday.Another wonderful day.I tried to make full use of the day for myself and also others.If I want to be happy,I have to see someone else happy first right?Isnt that how I live by everyday. At least I hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..I mean later at 12pm,we will be having ICTPM presentation.Then at 4,MCN lab test of which I know I am deadly screwed for it.Haha..I am alwasys screwed for test..Never am I saved from it..But haha...Hopefully,By this week everythings gd and done.Coz,next week is Common Test week!!!Weeeee!!!!YIPPEEEE!!!I just want to get this semester done and over with.If I have to stress,let me stress about my fyp and attachment.I know its difficult but I have to go through them.And at the very least,I am done with studying.I can't seem to go on with it.Haha..Maybe this is the reason why I am so sick..Haha...Darn! Hhaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt I say blogger has problem?Yes..And It's making my life difficult.Isk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main purpose for blogging is actually to say this..To someone..Whoever you are..But you know..I am saying this to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life,You never always get what you want.Look at the positive side of life.I know very well how difficult and painful it is.I know how lost and confused the feeling can be.It sucked!But live your life at least with a smile.It may not do you anything but knowing that every small or big things happen for a reason,you will come to see how wonderful life can be when you think about it the nicer way.I may not be good at speeches.I may not be able to help you much but know that I am always here for you whenever you need me to.You can complain,rant and scold me if you need to as long as it satisfy you and make you better after those.You know I love you..So dun sad sad alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niwae..Boyfriend gave me my birthday present after 3 months..Haha...Cool or what..But still,I appreciate it alot.Thank you u...Sayanggggg you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people,live life happily k..You are brought down to Earth to learn who you are and form who you will become.I didnt just say that.Its depicted from some inspirational words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-1271015023658938689?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1271015023658938689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8257052760035295991&amp;postID=1271015023658938689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1271015023658938689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8257052760035295991/posts/default/1271015023658938689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Nuratiqah bte Mohd Hafiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17180109110303498816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-721582788604004325</id><published>2009-08-01T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:08:43.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>blurg!</title><content type='html'>Since everyone is complaining about blogger,I will too...Where on the beautifully-created-Earth is the toolbox for blogger?Darn!I thought I was the only one having the prob but after so many complains from dear friends,I realise its not mine...It's blogger's fault!Muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..First thing up.I have to apologise to NORAZURA for not being able to make it today..Erm..I didn't go to JB but I was tied up at home for having to clean up the house.Blurg!I wanted to go see fireworks pon cannot!Haiz..Sorry ya..But I hope you do well!!!C'mon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing..Bf came over for awhile..I think for about 20mins?Haha...es...I finally see that bf form in front of me.Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd thing..I have a wonderful couz who couldn't give me free NDP preview tickets!Hmph!Hahah...Ok2..Before he bising2 and nag2 I should clear the air(wawawa..mcm phm!).He has to prioritise family first mah...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th thing..Ooh..Apart from the red alert projects,I am still not doing anything.Yes..And tomorrow.I promise I am gonna chiong through everything.Yes2..I will!ICTPM will be reconfirmed again.So zura,If you're reading this..Lets reconfirm the plan aites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th thing..I am soo screwed!Damn it!Why?HAHA..only I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th thing..I suddenly can't wait to receive my money.OK...I will have to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK2..I am tired..As I'm waitiing for my beloved to reach home..I shall try and find something beneficial to do..And the beloved..Please do call me when you're home!Bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-721582788604004325?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvUS13FiUek/TaMEb-eUWWI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rw4nZM8NbHc/s220/P3180370.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8257052760035295991.post-4527259491562788903</id><published>2009-07-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:39:22.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellissima'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I've got many things to say.&lt;br /&gt;Too many things in mind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kill&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rant.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say THANKS to friends&lt;br /&gt;I dun care about all that is said.&lt;br /&gt;I dun want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;bcoz if I start,I know theres no limits to my patient!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8257052760035295991-4527259491562788903?l=conditionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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