<?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-9218719</id><updated>2011-10-03T17:20:02.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>me getting to know me</title><subtitle type='html'>forever wondering what will happen next.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-977089873942174112</id><published>2009-02-09T02:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:03:00.618Z</updated><title type='text'>creating storm clouds in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just love to create impossible problems in my head and get headaches about it. Lol. It isn't healthy you know. Hence the reason I haven't really update ziltch on my blog. I've been facebook-ing though! Yeah, yeah....I know people have been going on about it for ages already, but what the hey! Atleast I've got the hang of it now. So I've been super-poking, super-walling and note-ing my free time to death on facebook (or as most savvy people would say...FB. lol! its the IM abbreviated world all over again) and its pretty fun though superbly time wasting. But then again...can you really call it time wasting since we're connecting with old friends and getting to know new friends even better? Personally, I think FB is great. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So ok, I've got a career now. Haha....its funny. I just never imagined I'll get to a point where my life is all about getting to work and hauling my arse back home through ridiculous traffic jams. But here I am, and me thinks me like it! I just can never be idle if I can help it. I just get the itch all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My official title is a Reservoir Engineer working with ExxonMobil Malaysia. I basically have to do a heap load of surveillance and get as much oil as possible out of the ground, my work in a nutshell really. Its pretty cool. And I've been to my oil platforms!! That was an experience I am not going to forget very soon. Ok, for those of you who have no idea what an oil platform looks like...its basically a box of metal on steel stilts with tons of mechanical parts and loud noises. I have to scream to talk to my ExxonMobil mates on board! Maybe its because of the ear plugs that we have to wear and we're expected to communicate at the same time...err, like how? Screaming...yup screaming is the only answer. Ok maybe not screaming as if you're chased by muggers...just speak as loud as you possibly can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And the food.....I literally thought I was going to be fed sludge and slurry. But no! The people there are served with 5 star food and I am not kidding when I say 5 star since the chef is from a fancy restaurant here in Shah Alam ^_^ Amazing chow I must say...and oh yeah, the Production Supervisor, Balber,  is such an adorable gentleman. He told me "You've got to try our home made ice-cream. Its the best!" And it was! And me and Effie (one of my ExxonMobil mates) ate like....one styroform cup full of it. Sedap giler! *Sorry, I'll be dropping names here and there - haven't properly introduced any of you readers to my friends have I? Beg your pardon. Will explain who they are whenever I write about them*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I get to see all my wells and the things that I can work with from the office. I'm not ever going to take the offshore people for granted. They really work superbly hard. I'm so pumped with adrenaline to get back to work after that offshore trip! It was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wowie...I managed to write more than 2 words. Nice =) Alrighty, I'll be coming back here soon. So watch this space. Later mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-977089873942174112?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/977089873942174112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=977089873942174112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/977089873942174112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/977089873942174112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2009/02/creating-storm-clouds-in-my-head.html' title='creating storm clouds in my head'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6743386630832452700</id><published>2008-09-20T00:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:19:32.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>buka puasa + 'moreh' = boleh tahan tembam gak lar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So ok for the past....almost 3 weeks, I've been eating out like a woman posessed. Honest, I scare myself sometimes. But food just makes me feel good. I have absolutely no idea why. Ok, I try to do the portion control thing...you know, when you measure out your food so that you can eat almost everything that you want. I can only do that with rice, but lauk-pauk?? Hell no!! Terlampau sedap kat Malaysia ni! Hehe....I've only tasted my own cooking of supposedly Malaysian, and I thought that was good enough. But honestly, you've just got to taste food from the side stalls here. They beat restaurants in the UK by miles!!! And they're just side stalls charging like..........dirt cheap. Hygienic enough aswell (ok don't get too picky on this, just sit down and order already....).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, yesterday I went out with some of my Bristol mates to Sitiawangsa at Anis' place and had an eat out and a good old chat about nothing in particular. I love these peeps! People that practically grew up with me. You know how you just know a group of people you can chill with who wont judge you and you can just lepak to your heart's content? Well.....these people are definately that. You guys know who you are ;) Sometimes I feel like I've never left Bristol because of how frequently we meet up here in Malaysia ^_^ So anyway my point is, if I eat like there's no tomorrow....for sure I'll be hearing smart-ass comments but! I think secretly they like to see me eat hehe because if I suddenly just stop or take small portions...they'll be like, eat more Aisyah! No wonder la you're like thinning down now. Yeah right guys, cheers. That'll just make me eat more. Lol. I love our eat-out/eat-in sessions. Very very informative and just brightens up my day/night hehe. Oh yeah, the food at our buka puasa place is really good. I love all the seafod, can't get those back in Bristol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so after the buka puasa, I head straight back to Shah Alam and had another lepak session. This time its with my high school mates. Everyone's changed! Zuhaili, Nazmi, Azraai, Saiful, Arip, Suhaila and Idris...the lot of them! Changed for the good ofcourse (except for Azraai...why oh why did you chop off that Head and Shoulders advert hair!!!). Some of them I barely talk to in high school but yesterday was a real eye opener for me. Good friends just never forget each other ^_^ Thanks guys, it was almost like a welcome home party hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't met my Shah Alam girlfriends yet, have to make time for that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighty then folks. That was my adventures for yesterday. Laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-6743386630832452700?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6743386630832452700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6743386630832452700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6743386630832452700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6743386630832452700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/09/buka-puasa-moreh-boleh-tahan-tembam-gak.html' title='buka puasa + &apos;moreh&apos; = boleh tahan tembam gak lar'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7164984553259665626</id><published>2008-09-17T17:08:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:39:15.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like You'll Never See Me Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am in the perfect mood to wallow in this void of self pity. Lol. Alicia Keys, you break my heart girl ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's where the wallowing bit will come on over me when I play this song over and over and over....honestly, I gotta delete it from my mp3 player..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I don't want to forget the present is a gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to take for granted the time you may have here with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause Lord only knows another day here's not really guaranteed.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PFZl64ijCv/aus=" width="300" height="110" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/foxxay/music/CBbPB8hH/alicia_keys_like_youll_never_see_me_again/"&gt;Like Youll Never See Me Again - Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-7164984553259665626?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7164984553259665626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7164984553259665626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7164984553259665626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7164984553259665626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-youll-never-see-me-again.html' title='Like You&apos;ll Never See Me Again'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-589382286395303086</id><published>2008-08-28T11:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:41:19.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Errrr....I have no idea what to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I....have no idea what to write. I should comment/criticise/ramble on and on and on about my life and how...hot the weather is or something. Its supposed to be easy right?? Lol. Or is it just me and I'm trying my hardest to be a dull and boring person...its so hard to find a topic. I know,  I know...I've been way out of touch with my super talented Ms Writer persona. Lol.. ok..maybe not super talented. But just the other side of me who can just sit down in front of the pc/paper and just start typing/writing away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, about my situation right now. Starting work next week, ending and putting a huge finito on my undergraduate years. Hope the working life is good ^_^ So right now, I'm scavenging what I have left of my holidays and just doing what I love most to do....which is lounge around, waking up late, watch the telly, get on the internet, eat loadsa food and not bother with nothing! Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm going blog hopping. Find some inspirations....hehe&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/9218719-589382286395303086?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/589382286395303086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=589382286395303086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/589382286395303086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/589382286395303086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/08/errrri-have-no-idea-what-to-write.html' title='Errrr....I have no idea what to write'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6521876395037341235</id><published>2008-08-09T09:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:27:38.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was wondering about this one thing, while I was out with my dad...trying to get my medical check-up for the new job done (or not done! thats a whole other story =p). Why is it that every shop front, or stairs leading up to shops or any shops at all here in Malaysia would have uber slippery tiles surrounding their shops? Thats just an accident waiting to happen! Haha I sound like a health &amp;amp; safety officer....but someone gotta complain..or not complain, just plain yack about it. Get something done you shop keepers you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, flat out of ideas! Going to go to Kuala Kangsar and visit Sani (my uncle, sort of) and family. Hope he's in though. Laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-6521876395037341235?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6521876395037341235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6521876395037341235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6521876395037341235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6521876395037341235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/08/slippery-steps.html' title='Slippery Steps'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-3356148835939670603</id><published>2008-08-07T16:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:45:13.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta mess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This whole blog is such a mess. Dusty...cobwebs everywhere. Sometimes I just can't stand the sight of it. Honest! But, I'm not going to just let it bite the dust. Spring cleaning!! Haha...yeah right, I can't be half bothered right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho, I'm back in Malaysia. For good this time...or atleast for a while. I've finished my degree and on a 3 weeks hiatus, catching the warm breeze sort of thing. I need this time-out I think. Away from all the head spinning things that I can't make head or tail of....and just enjoy not doing anything in particular. Before career hits me in the face. Don't want to think about that just yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, I'm in Tronoh. Very quite place. Absolutely no friends here. But I guess I'm getting used to that by now. Moving around all over the place, and not staying in one place for more than a couple of years. I quite enjoy moving around, seeing new places but it does get quite a bit lonely. I'm not particularly good at keeping up appearances for reasons thats beyond my control. Sigh~ Nevermind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to move into my Shah Alam home insyaAllah. With cousin Maya! ^_^ Keeps me company and from going insane. Its going to be a huge move, me on my "own" again. Lol. I'm just being dramatic. Don't worry about me. Byes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-3356148835939670603?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3356148835939670603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=3356148835939670603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3356148835939670603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3356148835939670603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatta-mess.html' title='Whatta mess...'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-5491533216114837960</id><published>2008-02-25T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:53:40.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Bristol Uni's Isoc - Islamic Awareness Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evening Talk : Muhammad The Walking Quran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mates (Asnida, Azizah, Alifah, Ustat, Anas, Adam, Smap and lovely juniors..holler!) went down to the evening talk at the Physic's Building today, and I must say it was really intriguing. There was a bit of a glitch because the speaker had a bit of a rough and delayed journey down to Bristol all the way from London, so we started off the talk with a bit of video about Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is a brief view of the aspects of Islam, more as an introduction of Islam. However, I myself find it quite well made and reminds me of what Islam is truly all about. I've forgotten already what the title of the video is...it explains that Islam is such a beautiful way of life and makes me wonder how all these bitterness and estrangement towards Islam came about in the first place. This was discussed and debated over later on in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the video lasted about...an hour and a half and then we had a Q&amp;amp;A session. There was this one particular question which was very much expected - "How can the beauty that was theoretically explained about Islam look so violent and barbaric in reality"....more or less that was the phrase that one of the audience asked. And the term jihad came about as well. Our Isoc president explained that....jihad is to protect your country, your people against oppressors. Purely self defense. It does not mean "holy war". Another woman from the audience added that, jihad literally means "to struggle".....not "to fight". Its more like...to struggle against your own evil, to struggle against oppressors, to struggle against problems. We muslims know this. But its so misinterpreted here in the western world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker finally made it alhamdulillah and he explained further that, Islam is peacefullness...Islam is what we muslims practice day in and day out to please Allah. Not to make war with. It is the interpretation of the human being, interpretation of the words of Allah not taken as a whole but taken in bits and pieces, especially when it comes to jihad, that causes violence in the name of God. I wish I could remember the exact words of the speaker, but ofcourse I have not a photographic memory. But something he said did strike me. He said that...Islam and our struggle on this earth never was about the land...it never was about Afghanistan, or Iraq or Palestine or any other bits of the earth. Its about the heart. Its about our pure, good and honest intentions and its about pleasing Allah and devoting our entire life to gain his love (or did he say mercy? can't really remember). Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) is the most perfect example of humble human goodness, devoted totally to Allah. He is truly the walking Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can really contribute to this struggle for today. I am not by all means a prefect Muslim. Sometimes I make terrible mistakes and sins and forget to ask forgiveness from Allah. I can only hope to Allah that someday soon I'll be a better muslimah than what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a last note, the video that I mentioned spoke a bit about Malcolm X and how his pilgrimage to Makkah changed him from a leader who makes "sweeping indictments of all white people" as he phrases it to someone that sees how Islam tosses all these racism aside and makes us all equal. Here's a quote from him thats trully inspiring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During the past eleven days here in the Muslim world, I have eaten from the same plate, drunk from the same glass, and slept on the same rug - while praying to the same God - with fellow Muslims, whose eyes were the bluest of blue, whose hair was the blondest of blond, and whose skin was the whitest of white. And in the words and in the deeds of the white Muslims, I felt the same sincerity that I felt among the black African Muslims of Nigeria, Sudan and Ghana."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-5491533216114837960?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5491533216114837960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=5491533216114837960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5491533216114837960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5491533216114837960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/02/bristol-unis-isoc-islamic-awareness.html' title='Bristol Uni&apos;s Isoc - Islamic Awareness Week'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7568984854477692475</id><published>2008-02-13T23:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:01:48.488Z</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had the amazing luck today...of being amazingly jealous for no good reason. Do you notice that if you somehow got jealous, you say the most weirdest or stupidest things and make a total fool of yourself? Yup, that happened to me. And its not at all a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like you can't keep yourself still and your brain is going on autopilot to think of things so that you can catch even the most tiniest of attention. All sorts of weird schemes will come up so that you can rightly justify the need to be jealous and you'll act upon those schemes getting little or no results at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, talking away uncontrollably, doing all sorts of stunts....just to get some attention!! This is ridiculous not to mention embarrasing. I'mma cry!! Sob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-7568984854477692475?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7568984854477692475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7568984854477692475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7568984854477692475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7568984854477692475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/02/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-3380583055302099641</id><published>2008-02-06T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:51:00.562Z</updated><title type='text'>Managing Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As in....getting organised in any way and shape that I could possibly can. But to be honest I'm not exactly the little miss "I-can-get-everthing-done-no-matter-what-natural-disaster-might-occur" type of person. Not by a long shot. I tend to forget to do important things easily. But I seriously enjoy organising! Haha that sounds weird....But yeah, I even surf the internet hours at a time trying to polish my organising "skills". So here are a few things I do to keep my insatiable appetiate to keep things in order, at bay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I keep a diary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been keeping diaries since..........before puberty. Honestly! I write everything and anything I can in it, ranging from romance, to doodles, to coursework stuff. I should think no one else can navigate thru the jumble of writings I have in them...but it is really an organised chaos and keeps me up-to-date with my self. I personally would recommend keeping a little notebook around to jot down all the little things that you couldn't possibly remember to do. Its a must for organising purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Personal Organiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;You could argue that Personal Organisers = diaries, its really up to you how you define it. But I've got an electronic personal organiser on my PC and it does all sort of cool things like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Alarms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"Get that library book back today! It'll save you pennies!" or...."Tomorrow is Asnida's birthday, you better remember that" etc etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Daily Schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its amazing how a little colour coding to tell you what lectures you have today or that coffee session at Starbucks that you've got with your girlfriends, could do to save you precious minutes of your life and avoid that grief that you'll probably have for being a bad friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Diary...with pictures and videos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think this is cool. You could do a little diary all for yourself and curse and rant to your heart's content with pictures and sounds and vids and everything and feel a lot better after it. This isn't essential...just an extra add-on that I appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Print-outs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is handy when your supervisor needs to know when you're free to discuss stuff with you and you can just hit print (or generate html or something) for that week, and give in a hardcopy or electronic version to your supervisor and everyone will be happy bunnies. Its kinda embarrasing when you forget to take out personal scheduling...like "Jogging at 7am" hehe! ^_^ But it'll pump in a little bit of humour in people's lives so its all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Keeping my PC desktop clear at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Well this is a bit of a visual cheat...so on your computer that you stare at 24/7, find the thing that just makes every icon on the desktop disappear. It'll fake your brain into thinking that you're an organising genious and it'll make you happy just that tiny bit more =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What can you do in 5 minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I read this somewhere on the internet. We humans tend to forgo the "unimportant" things in life until the very last like for example, making a shopping list, tidying up your bed every morning, sending off that birthday card IN TIME, and the list goes on. Its fine if your life consists of you and yourself. But when other people comes into the equation, it'll all come crashing down. For instance, your friends are coming over but there's absolutely nothing in the cupboard, your place is in a horrendous state and you forgot to give your friend a birthday card...wouldn't you squirm in horror? I would anyway....so the website suggests that, when you suddenly find yourself with 5 minutes (or whatever numerical time values you have) of time, just try think of something that you can do in that 5 minutes. I've tried it...and its sort of fun! Like just now...I had 3 minutes to spare, and I thought oh yeah! I have to collect some money off my flat mates =D Not the most inspiring thing...but I raced against the clock, sorted it out and pasted sticky notes on my friend's door. Pink sticky notes...and thats me done with that. Try it, might work for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Listing down things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think this is a sort of a habit for me. I don't really do everything on the list but its good to know that atleast I get around to do some of them. Its just sort of a stress release theraphy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;And there you go! My daily organising habits. But ofcourse, I don't quite stick to them as ruthlessly as I should do. I am after all a human being, forgetfull at times&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Hope this will help people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I'm keeping my formatting "unjustified" for now. I read somewhere on the net that its savvy to left align your text. So yeah, I'm going with the flow aswell =)&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/9218719-3380583055302099641?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3380583055302099641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=3380583055302099641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3380583055302099641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3380583055302099641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/02/managing-life.html' title='Managing Life'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-1334462236958555467</id><published>2008-02-04T10:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:38:44.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of the moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now I feel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I want to climb back into bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anxious about my final year project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to climb that enormous mountain us Bristolians call Woodland Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I should update this blog more often than once every 3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should stop feeling sorry for myself!!! Its a pathetic existance to wallow in self-pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gah! I have to snap out of this mood...Catch you later, I've got a mountain to climb now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-1334462236958555467?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1334462236958555467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=1334462236958555467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/1334462236958555467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/1334462236958555467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/02/thinking-of-moment.html' title='Thinking of the moment...'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-3498660195233594405</id><published>2008-01-30T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:29:33.882Z</updated><title type='text'>This has to go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/R6EG_wfTYBI/AAAAAAAAABw/FOq_89FI3ts/s1600-h/taskbar300108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161414340361019410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/R6EG_wfTYBI/AAAAAAAAABw/FOq_89FI3ts/s400/taskbar300108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;How did I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; manage to accumulate so much junk......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;.....and yes my taskbar is has a ghastly olive/sandy theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;That definately &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; (or is it have??) to go too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-3498660195233594405?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3498660195233594405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=3498660195233594405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3498660195233594405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3498660195233594405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-has-to-go.html' title='This has to go!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/R6EG_wfTYBI/AAAAAAAAABw/FOq_89FI3ts/s72-c/taskbar300108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-4588577232132285050</id><published>2008-01-23T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:20:55.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Yawning yet typing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What has gotten into me? I meant to sit down and write something wonderful about my winter trip to Spain...but ofcourse, I can't be half arsed. Its just that....I'm up to my neck with work, blogging just sort of got pushed to the sides for a little while. But anyway, I just finished one major group presentation...and I'm so glad!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was seriously doing me in. The subject is called Innovation, Entrepreneur and Entrepreneurship (IEE) and we spent months upon months of researching, finance calculations and putting together a business plan for a make believe business. I think everyone had just about enough of it. So anyway..just now at approximately 5.20pm, my group had our 10 minutes pitching session to get "investors" to invest in our business. The business idea is a tad confidential and I'm bound to secrecy....so nope guys, no leakage of information is going to happen here. But I'm glad to say that our presentation went quite well!! We were in suits and looking fly (as one of my groupmate had so nicely put it) and the presentation sort of fall into place quite nicely. I really like my team, and they're all super terrific. It'd be so sad not meeting them anymore! Sob!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm..........I'm already yawning and out of words to type on here. So I think I'm heading off to bed. I shall try my very best to keep blogging for myself and the rest of the world. Nite2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/9218719-4588577232132285050?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4588577232132285050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=4588577232132285050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4588577232132285050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4588577232132285050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2008/01/yawning-yet-typing.html' title='Yawning yet typing'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-8390498246980437042</id><published>2007-10-30T05:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T05:53:58.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Perfect Checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to Miss Kelly Rowland that is =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have I done this before? I love her song...so it'll not be surprising if I've posted this twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; A shoulder I can lean on anytime I'm feeling stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Good loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; The perfect soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; All the things I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="12" alt="tick" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/1802891112_bd46e91a29_o.png" width="12" /&gt; Romantic man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's not too much to ask is it?? Hehe...yes apparently I'm high on something.&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/9218719-8390498246980437042?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8390498246980437042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=8390498246980437042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8390498246980437042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8390498246980437042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-perfect-checklist.html' title='Mr. Perfect Checklist'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-8370630597802275198</id><published>2007-10-20T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:37:49.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raye Semue!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally got a chance to sit down and write about my ever colourful life. We celebrated Eid a week ago!!! It was fantastic, I get to eat good food...have plenty of good company and I can twirl around in my new green baju kurung....all in all I had a great Eid weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, it was a Friday (unexpectedly)...I skived the first lecture happily doo daa and went to Eid prayers at the Student Union. Everyone was there! Met new juniors, they're all so adorable and comel2 belake! I think there's about 7 of the girls (might be wrong!) and a couple of odd number of guys (can't remember most of them, cause haven't been around them much) and they're mostly medics. I absolutly envy medic students, it boggles my mind how they can remember so much. Must be all that healthy stuff and knowing your body. Anywho...I spent the rest of the day eating mostly and later on in the evening, our faithful visitors from far came! Zahirah and Mursyid came, they're ever faithful. Oh I forgot...during the Eid prayers, I met the most adorable little angel I've ever seen. Her name is Iman, with golden hair and rudy cheeks. Love her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1659355465/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="me and iman =)" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/1659355465_71f9f2b95e_o.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and Iman xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day...we went to an Eid breakfast-slash-brunch-slash-lunch thing with the postgrads. There was plenty of food!!! And me and Azizah contributed. We made Corn Porridge (bubur jagung) and all credit goes to Sahar for showing us how to make it. For the rest of the day, everything went great. Generally most everything was centred around food..and more food. On Sunday first thing, me, Azizah and Asnida go together a quick Eid breakfast for our guests and also the guys...it lasted well into the afternoon..hehe. Kemaruk makan ke ape ke...I also dunno =p Dang....I wonder why everything so far involved food??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Righto...here are pics of me and my mates posing. Yes we love that...Happy blessed Eid everyone!! Its never really over until Syawal is hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1660268555/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Raya 2007 #6" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/1660268555_1be455ac1d.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bristol's Malaysian (mostly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1660264907/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Raya 2007 #7" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2277/1660264907_f4b75f9d3f.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking down Park Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1660275801/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Raya 2007 #4" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2036/1660275801_ccbc98ae2d.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At College Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1660287760/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="raya 2007 #1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/1660287760_71c5ba413d.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watershed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1661017068/"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="Raya 2007 #3" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/1661017068_c77df74c85.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...Watershed again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1660889558/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="Raya 2007 #2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/1660889558_e1f6e21ae2.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...and Watershed yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-8370630597802275198?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8370630597802275198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=8370630597802275198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8370630597802275198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8370630597802275198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raye-semue.html' title='Selamat Hari Raye Semue!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/1660268555_1be455ac1d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-4570568157359560201</id><published>2007-10-14T18:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T18:39:19.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blatant disregard for other human beings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To kick things off for this academic year, here's a documentary on a small population called the Chagossians (Diego Garcia Island) who's been successfully kicked out of their homeland by none other than the government of the United Kingdom and the United States. Tragic. Cheers Aidi for enlightening me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97aY-UMCNNs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97aY-UMCNNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Title: Stealing A Nation, Special Report by John Pilger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was living in Diego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like a beautiful bird in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've been in Mauritius,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are living a worthless life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me my friend, help me to sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To send our message to the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Check the vid clip's uploader (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cheegum" target="new1"&gt;cheegum&lt;/a&gt;) on Youtube for part 2 through to 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-4570568157359560201?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4570568157359560201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=4570568157359560201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4570568157359560201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4570568157359560201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/10/blatant-disregard-for-other-human.html' title='blatant disregard for other human beings'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7483204945028263254</id><published>2007-09-29T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:11:12.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Rasadhi and family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rasadhi, one of my best mates in the whole entire world is in Malaysia! I think I've mentioned her before...she's Sri Lankan...absolutely fun to be with...and bubbly...and quirky...and honest to goodness nice! ^_^ She's over here with her mum, dad and sister Shanika who is also super fun. I, believe it or not, became her tour guide! Or rather its the other way round hehe! But anyway, I think we both learnt a lot about KL during our excursion through the capital. I couldn't pick her up at the airport which was primarily caused by my lack of transport and also because of my horrendous sense of direction, but I managed to find her at a hotel which I have never heard of before....so hurrah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So..being Rasadhi who is so full of energy like you wouldn't believe...we immediately headed out to see KL. I took her to see Dataran Merdeka and around that place. I myself haven't actually took the effort to stop and sit and just see the traffic and the greenery that's there. It's actually beautiful =) We took some pictures...and guess what? Some Chinese tourist mistaken Ras' dad for a Malaysian and made him pose for a picture! It was hilarious! But Uncle was such a good sport and he posed anyway. Ras' mum keep asking me about the name of flowers thats around Dataran Merdeka...sad to say I only knew Bunga Tahi Ayam (translated: Chicken Droppings Flower) which I think was the right names of the flowers and which I saw was everywhere. I think I really must brush up on my knowledge of plants...it was embarrasing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later that night...after a full day of sight-seeing and a bit of shopping, we went out to see the Petronas Towers. They were nice! I've only been to see the towers at night for a couple of times and sharing the moment with someone definately made the experience more lovely and memorable. By the way, I went completely dotty that night, acting like a tourist, since I was high on mamak food and sleepy at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, me, Ras and Uncle went out at 6.30 in the morning to queue up for 2 hours to get free tickets to go up to the Skybridge of Petronas Towers. It's a bit like boxing day shopping...you find yourself full of energy, waking up way too early...lining up way too long...to find that thrill that you're craving for. And I must say it was all worth while! We got tickets for the 11.30am tour and was highly excited (I've never been up there! Shocker! =p). At the beginning of the tour was a short 3D presentation...and we had to wear these big grasshopper glasses which popped out the film. The whole entire presentation was almost like and advert...so I won't go into much detail there. Then came the tour! We got into this lift which went up 1 floor per second all the way to the 41st floor where the Skybridge is. It was fast. A big plus here is the increadibly gorgeous tour guide who made me almost swoon!! Got me all blushing and shuffling my feet when he politely made conversation with me, adoi...whoops! Too much details! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho, the view was gorgeous!! We got plenty of pictures, but ofcourse I was such a lazy bum...all the pics are in Ras' camera and the one below is the only worthy ones that I shall show from my own snaps. Oohh..did you know, the bridge was designed to actually sway 10 inches horizontally in bad weather? Quite scary but logical at the same time. The end of the tour came all too soon (10 minutes max on the bridge, free tickets what can I say). Then we travelled all the way down and entered this lobby with interactive stuff..and there was this one corner where you can compare your height to the towers' height. It approximately takes 312 of me to make up the towers! I'm a shorty hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we ofcourse, went shopping! I took them to Bukit Bintang where I love to shop. Mainly because the price is almost always right and there's plenty of stuff to chose from. Ras and family went absolutely bonkers with shopping. Shanika keep telling me not to convert from pound sterling to Malaysian ringgits, but I can't help it! It just makes everything so affordable and I was in danger of burning a hole in my pockets. I found Elianto, a cosmetic brand, (thanks Diba! You got me hooked!) and went nuts! I wish I bought some more stuff, but that's just temptations. I don't use them that often and they'll probably end up in some deep drawers, lost forever to me. So I stuck to the basic stuff and came out alive =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After shopping, I had to go. My dad picked me up and I said my goodbyes to them. So right now, Ras is in Penang. I passed my baton over to Asnida and I know she'll do a much better job of showing Ras and family around than me! All in all I think we pretty much had a great time. The only thing that bothered me are taxi drivers in KL. Some of them are so dishonest! Charging customers at inflated prices and telling them off for not knowing road names definately tarnished the Malaysian experience and I must say I'm shamed to bits =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rasadhi is a dear dear friend, I hope she'll come over again to Malaysia and I hope I can someday travel to Sri Lanka. But we promised each other to meet up in a week in Bristol! That's right, I'm heading back for my final year in Bristol. Shall miss Malaysia loads, but I'm missing Bristol too =) Right, heading off to watch some telly, this might be my last entry here in Malaysia for the summer. I hope the length will make up for the gap in time that I'll leave behind for the next entry which is until God knows when &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Catch ya'll soon shining happy people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1457955503/"&gt;&lt;img height="199" alt="My Height vs The Tower's Height" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1328/1457955503_0441708c83_m.jpg" width="240" border="o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Height vs. The Towers' Height&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/1457954727/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Ras's mum and Ras in the background" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/1457954727_91f5632e04_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ras' Mum, me and Ras in the background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-7483204945028263254?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7483204945028263254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7483204945028263254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7483204945028263254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7483204945028263254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/meet-rasadhi-and-family.html' title='Meet Rasadhi and family!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1328/1457955503_0441708c83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7696637514753797766</id><published>2007-09-13T07:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T08:07:09.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Designer To-Be Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think out of all the PR Malaysia’s designers that I have seen on the show, I must admit that I like Jazmine’s taste in design the best. She’s got quirkiness, one of a kind styling, beautiful and most importantly WEARABILITY in her designs. They’re almost harajuku but not as anime-ish as in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I get quite scared myself to try on quirky stuff…but it looks like so much fun!! And she wears what she likes on the show and all her outfit looks gorgeous. Hmm…I think I shall try to explore this bit of myself that I’m trying to suppress. Maybe in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; I will. People don’t really mind whatever you put on. I don’t have the guts as yet to strut my stuff in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But I must admit I go nuts over colours of my outfits in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Fuchsia pink…musturdy and I’m dying to have something in prime blue! They’re almost always super unnaturally expensive in the stores and I am not about to spend a small fortune on clothes. But I think I don’t mind spending a lil bit more on something nice that I would wear. I do splurge on myself once a while…retail therapy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I haven’t at all use the advantage that the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; has so many designer warehouse outlets. Almost everything there cost so much less than they would on the high streets stores. And to boot, the clothes there are from the latest season. I go there once a while but I always don’t come back with enough clothes to make the trip worth while. You see, most designer warehouse outlets are far from the cities…like in the country side somewhere cause they’re practically huge. I have to take the train and to get cheap train rides, I need another 3 willing shoppers to get group ticket prices which is, by the way, half the price of a normal train ticket. Ohh…the life of a student, always thinking about money ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s another way to get cheap clothes…boxing day sales!! They’re unbelievable. People would camp outside stores through out the night and the stores would open around 4 a.m. and there’ll be this stampede of shoppers trying to get in the stores first. I couldn’t be arsed to camp in the bleeping cold, in the middle of winter just to shop for clothes but me and my friends did go there right after Subuh prayers! We got to the stores around 6 a.m.-ish and just started grabbing everything we can. Every bit of clothing was marked down…like, a £40 top could go right down to £5. It was too amazing! Besides all the marked down prices, the stores also have this refund policy that gets a tabik spring from me. Anything bought can be returned within 28 days from its purchase date. So that got a little to my head and I bought £80 worth of clothes from one store…so roughly one piece of clothing would cost about £6 and I would have about 13 piece of clothing to take home with me, yeay!! I got trousers, jeans, tops, cardigans at a very nice price indeed. But being me, I returned almost half the stuff that I bought because of various reasons (e.g. some can’t fit me because I didn’t bother to try them on =P). By the way, I am dubbed the queen of returning-purchased-items-as-fast-as-I-can in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohhh! Ramadhan is here!! Hence, I’m wishing everyone a happy happy Ramadhan and lets all grab the chance to increase our amal and good deeds in this beautiful month, insyaAllah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-7696637514753797766?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7696637514753797766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7696637514753797766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7696637514753797766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7696637514753797766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/designer-to-be-review.html' title='Designer To-Be Review'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-4095428814044300632</id><published>2007-09-10T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:06:44.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Take on the Asymmetrical Hem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RuUy1CCpOLI/AAAAAAAAABo/W5uXPbT4bkg/s1600-h/shirt_side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RuUy1CCpOLI/AAAAAAAAABo/W5uXPbT4bkg/s400/shirt_side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108545238984112306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right….err...hmm...where do I begin…lets start with the skirt and its wonky hem! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s not actually wonky, its an asymmetrical hem. Basically starting with a circular skirt pattern but not chopping off the circular part, you can get a psychedelic hem. It took me ages to sew up the hem…it was like never ending!! I watched a whole Star Wars movie doing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywho, I think the folds hang pretty nicely on this one, but maybe normal human beings, like you and I, require some readjustments to accept the hem. It didn’t exactly turned out as expected, but I thought I’d share it with ya’ll so that we all can experience the volleys of laughter that erupted from my mum and I when I first put the dress on =P But strangely enough…despite all its witchy and halloweeny and Harry Potter-ish looks…I personally love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, I think I may have to chop off the asymmetrical hem to make it more socially acceptable and more practical for me to wear. Since it is a Little Black Dress, it is supposed to be practical and should be my last resort when I’ve given up all hope in my wardrobe. Then again you know…I am determined to wear it with the asymmetrical hem at least once in public and then I can get rid of the hem. But I shall miss the hem! sob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-4095428814044300632?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4095428814044300632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=4095428814044300632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4095428814044300632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4095428814044300632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-take-on-asymmetrical-hem.html' title='My Take on the Asymmetrical Hem'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RuUy1CCpOLI/AAAAAAAAABo/W5uXPbT4bkg/s72-c/shirt_side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7235102112187917376</id><published>2007-09-07T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:42:07.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixel-late Your Life (Picture Obese!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a time…a long long time ago when I was intensely obsessed in coming up with little itsy bitsy graphical art that took much too long to produce. To be all correct and anal about it…you had to draw in..or rather “mouse” in all the parts of the picture, pixel by pixel. You’d zoom in and painstakingly click and click your way to oblivion. They were called pixel art and the end result was thankfully, very satisfying. I have a couple of them lying around an old website that I made. I think I made the little pixel dollz when I was about 18 or 19. And here they are, just for old times sake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a collection of Star Wars characters..I’m a Star Wars freak hence the moving parts hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/amidala_throne.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/amidala_travel.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/amidala_parade.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queen Padme Amidala in various costumes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/annikin_small.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil' Baby Annikin Skywalker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/luke_skywalker.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And sonny Luke Skywalker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry about the blue background. I wasn't thinking long term when I was drawing them. And now its next to impossible to make the blues go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And here’s some &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/"&gt;neopets&lt;/a&gt; dollz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_ghetto.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_jedi.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_arabian.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_chief.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_redindian.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_cowboy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/limkimpengdotcom/art/acara_alien.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you guys like them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-7235102112187917376?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7235102112187917376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7235102112187917376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7235102112187917376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7235102112187917376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/pixel-late-your-life.html' title='Pixel-late Your Life (Picture Obese!)'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-16733769524898398</id><published>2007-09-02T06:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:40:13.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haysia explain urself!! =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I guess I do feel a bit obliged now to explain myself. To be honest, the thing that bothered me the most with the see through outfit was the fact that it was well…see through. Even the model herself said that she doesn’t want to expose that much skin. If it wasn’t for the tube top, I don’t think the model would have gone down the aisle. Really, I don’t want to argue about fashion and what the latest trend is…but as I myself am living in the UK, I have yet to see people walking about with just bits of fabric to cover parts that shouldn’t be shown. I’ve seen some of Bernard Chandran’s or Tom Abang Saufi’s collection…and as far as I can remember none of them have that kind of see through-ness in their design. They all have elegance and a wearable attractiveness in their design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously…I’ve got absolutely nothing against the character of the designers. In fact, I’d say well done to them for being brave enough to put their hearts on their sleeves and do what they love on national TV. And I also think everybody have a right to express their own opinion. I think it’s only fair that people comment on their design to make them and avid viewers even better in actually making clothes. That’s how we grow and be better in what we do don’t we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re completely right fashion genius…I have absolutely no idea how to judge fashion, I am an Electrical and Electronics Engineering student and my wardrobe is basically made up of t-shirts and jeans hehe. But I guess I have principals that I stick to when dressing. Maybe that’s why I comment the designs as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…and I'm afraid I’m making myself an LBD (Little Black Dress) but…haha it’s turning out to look like a Halloween costume!! Never mind, I’ll put it up here as soon as I’ve finished…but this time I don’t think I’ll model it =p I’m far from fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-16733769524898398?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/16733769524898398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=16733769524898398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/16733769524898398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/16733769524898398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/haysia-explain-urself-p.html' title='Haysia explain urself!! =P'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-8507771262506477561</id><published>2007-09-01T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:39:47.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr....heck I'm blogging PR again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing…I am being criticized for criticizing! It’s like a whopping huge blow in the high that you’re in which brings you right down to earth. I guess everyone should expect being negated when you make a comment about something. But nevertheless…I shan’t be bitter. I think myself as a good sport and all I can say is…touché!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh…I’m afraid I do have some more thoughts I’d like to say about PR Malaysia, last night’s episode infact. Right, so…last night’s episode was centred around making a well designed, functional uniform for the National Service. I have to say that this is a tough one…and most designers can’t get around combining functionality with an artistic flair. One designer, I think it was Fitri, made a jumpsuit for the uniform. The design I think was the one that I liked best just because of his uber mod simplicity but I have to agree with the judges….you wont want to be wearing a jumpsuit when you desperately need the loo. One other design that stood out for me was because of its complete lack of understanding that not everyone in the NS is 5 feet 5 with super worked out abs. It had a cropped jacket baring mid-driffs as a top!! I was like errr no………sagging stomachs wont like that very much. And then there was one design that I thought fit the bill and was nicely made but it got so much bad vibes from the judges. I was like why??!! But then again I am not a multi millionaire designer with 20 years experience so I shan’t say anything more about that. I guess it’s not easy becoming a Donatella Versace now is it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I completely missed episode 3 and 4. Hence I absolutely forbid myself to say anything about those missed episode until I see them. I think channel 8 will eventually put up episode replays on their website and so I shall be a super geek and watch out for that =p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright…fabulous. Ranting about PR is out of the way. Seems like my life is orbiting around the show now doesn’t it?? It is a tad sad but this is how I was when I was watching PR America and Project Catwalk UK. A bit obsessed! Hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting onto other things, I’ve got approximately 1 month more to enjoy holidaying in Malaysia. I shall miss it!!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-8507771262506477561?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8507771262506477561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=8507771262506477561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8507771262506477561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8507771262506477561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/09/errrheck-im-blogging-pr-again.html' title='Errr....heck I&apos;m blogging PR again'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-3113148312728414173</id><published>2007-08-10T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:39:53.478+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have lost all hope in the fashion industry of Malaysia. Project Runway Malaysia have definately made me lost the will to watch TV....for today atleast. I was looking forward to you know...asian inspired kimono dress...or kitschy harajuku street wear...or at the very least another take at our all time favourite kebaya. But nooooooooo....................almost everything had to be 2 piece with as little material as possible. A dental floss can pass for high fashion on PR Malaysia damn it!! I am super pissed. Why should I be complaining? I have no idea, I just want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first episode was a major let down. The "designers" had to bring in something they have made at home with a RM50 budget. Where is the excitement of reality tv in that?? It boggles the mind. Hence, everything on the runway was premade and I spent 1 hour getting to know the contestants. Whoppee doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second episode. It was better than the first. They were given a RM70 budget and was told to shop at Giant (yes the supermarket!) for material and make an outfit with a street wear theme to it in just under 2 days. And believe you me....most of them made unwearable, unbearable items that you wouldn't even dream to step out of your bedroom with. But I have to applaud one designer. He made a bomber jacket out of nappies! Ofcourse, the bomber jacket part with its matching micro mini skirt is nothing new....but using nappies for material was just genious. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I had to absolutely cry out in frustration when the judges actually liked an outfit made out of a transparent plastic table with only tiny bits of lace to cover the parts which shouldn't be seen on national tv. And it was a bit on the cheating side since the designer used tights and a tube top that the model already owns. Boo to not sticking to the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing they got right tough was the hostess. The lady was much better than extra loud Heidi Klum from PR America. So thats a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, that's my ranting for today. I hope the next episode is nicer. Oh yes...finally finished my baju kurung. Phew!! Mucho mucho mucho harder than I thought it would be. Nite nite peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&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/9218719-3113148312728414173?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3113148312728414173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=3113148312728414173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3113148312728414173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3113148312728414173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/08/fashion-disaster.html' title='Fashion Disaster'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6707549212426394202</id><published>2007-08-02T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:29:10.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Malaysia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeay!!! Yup Jis...you're right. Its definately in existance. And the premiere is on tomorrow night (Friday nite) at 9.30pm on 8tv...I think. And it looks like its in Bahasa Malaysia (or is it Bahasa Melayu???? So confusing la all this jargons) which I think is super cool. Yes, martabatkan bahasa kite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I'm running away from the topic here...I caught the sneak peak on tv, and it looks awesome! Can't hardly wait. I'm already smiling ear to ear....aihhh~ I'm such a dork =p Oh yeah...I'm half way done with my baju kurung. I haven't finished the sarong yet but have finished the top part. It's decent looking...but with much much muck-up in the middle of making the top half. Can you imagine....I cut the pesak, that's the side panels...(oh you girls know what they are hehe) much much too short in comparison with the actual body of the baju kurung. I'm like arrggh!!! NOoooooo....!!! I've only got like....about half a meter of cloth left to make extra pesak. But not to worry! I managed to squeeze in 4 more correctly measured pesak in the half meter of cloth somehow. My maths just went up in the air when I cut the first few pesaks....but all is well and I paraded with the top around the house much to my brothers' annoyance. But heck!! I'm so proud...~ So I hope my baju kurung turn out cute as a button just like the makcik at the shop makes =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;So until then......bye!&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/9218719-6707549212426394202?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6707549212426394202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6707549212426394202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6707549212426394202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6707549212426394202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/08/project-runway-malaysia.html' title='Project Runway Malaysia!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-3346430729386590375</id><published>2007-07-26T08:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:41:03.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That floral thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally finally finally I'm done! Beware people...it's very floral and I don't know what possessed me to buy the material in the first place. But hey! It turned out ok-ish to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right so let me introduce you to my first ever made from scratch top...I call it...the I'm-not-a girl-not-yet-a-woman babydoll top for the confused look that it portrays of being a maternity dress slash babydoll top. It's supposed to be a bit longer but being me, I made the pattern a bit too short as I was trully confident I was that short hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1317/902101105_2df23eb3ea_m.jpg" alt="Front shot" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1005/902101133_17ed775926_m.jpg" alt="Back shot" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Front and Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1272/902101163_9583d949c1_m.jpg" alt="Action shot" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Action Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh...I saw the dress that you bought Jis! Great buy, nice one ;) Ofcourse...that was the look I am going for. But it went senget or something half way. I definately have to say that making this top involved a monstrously steep learning curve for me. Now I can appreciate why the makcik at the tailor shop charge me RM30 to make me a simple baju kurung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right! So next big project...I'm determined to teach myself how to make a baju kurung, with my sweet momma's help ofcourse. She's a home economics teacher and she's brilliant at sewing, so I kind of feel obliged to learn all I can to be the perfect home maker =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohh...I've got a side project, I'm making my brother a wallet. He's only 9 years old and he absolutely loves the Transformers (go watch the movie!!! It's freakin' rockin' and it beats Harry Potter by miles!!! haha I'm going to get hate mails after this =p). So, it's fairly simple and I'm going to emblish it with the Autobots insignia and a yummy picture of Bumblebee-the-car-version as shown below, lovely isn't it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1083/902253185_120d9f31f5_m.jpg" alt="Bumblebee!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Bumblebee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right ho...&lt;strike&gt;I'm going to go to Farah's wedding in Jitra this weekend.&lt;/strike&gt; (scratch that, can't make it) I still can't believe she got married hehe. Mucho mucho congrats Farah and Padi! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-3346430729386590375?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/3346430729386590375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=3346430729386590375' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3346430729386590375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/3346430729386590375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-finally-finally-im-done-beware.html' title='That floral thing'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1317/902101105_2df23eb3ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7241862022753853393</id><published>2007-07-23T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T11:21:56.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own "Project Runway"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So...I've been trying my hands at making clothes lately. Well not clothes...just a top for now. Not as easy as anticipated. Imagine it right...the cloth is absolutely floral. Not one that you would wear just anywhere. You must be brave to wear this get-up. But it was cheap, like..RM4 a meter. So that was alright. This is my test piece anyways. The pattern I had in mind was a babydoll top...but  now its turning out to be a maternity wear haha! I don't know how that happened...but we'll see how it turns out. So right now I'm putting in the sleeves in. I've already had to take out the stitches once as the bit of cloth refuses with all its will to be a sleeve...but I think I've got the hang of it. That was only the left sleeve. I'm putting off sewing the right sleeve in for now. Might do it a bit later, can't be arsed right now. After that I've got to hem it and...thats it! It's all done. I shall take a pic of it and put it here for all to critise at. As it is my first fully made from scratch piece...I would need a lot of comments about the shape, choosing the cloth and all sorts of things. So, stay tuned for that! =)&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/9218719-7241862022753853393?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7241862022753853393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7241862022753853393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7241862022753853393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7241862022753853393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-very-own-project-runway.html' title='My very own &quot;Project Runway&quot;'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-8494275558350087319</id><published>2007-07-03T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:57:02.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long time ago in Shah Alam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't been thinking about this for a while..but I've come to a point where I missed my life back when I was a teenager, without a care in the world. All the friends that I've left behind...Aimi, Adibah, I-lyn, Rosnah, Ilani, Shikin, Ziadora, Zeida, Mahirah and everybody else, I miss them so much now! I seem to have lost them when growing up. It may be because that I move houses constantly...and I've been in boarding school for a good 4 years, but I don't think its an excuse for my lack of wanting to look them up. You know how some people say Friendster is the perfect tool? Maybe it is, I find myself browsing around..looking for lost friends but never have the courage to give them a message to tell them that...I'm alive! What am I afraid of anyways? An empty inbox most probably, but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I'm back in Malaysia now. I'm hoping I can meet up with them somehow. I think thats exactly what I need to do right now. And I'm going slightly edgy and a bit fidgetty at home..doing nothing. Its a weird feeling everytime I come back home. Maybe its because I'm absolutely surrounded with friends in Bristol..but when I'm back in Malaysia...and in Tronoh of all places...it seems a little bit too quite for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, I must sleep. I don't know why I can't go to sleep earlier...&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/9218719-8494275558350087319?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8494275558350087319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=8494275558350087319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8494275558350087319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8494275558350087319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-long-time-ago-in-shah-alam.html' title='A long long time ago in Shah Alam'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6568301728973340635</id><published>2007-06-29T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:40:50.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will I Ever Learn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mistakes after dumb mistakes after dumb mistakes!!! And I mean it! Life is totally going splat on me and I keep screwing it up a bit more with the things that I do. Its like I can't help it. An insane urge to just fling everything out the window and myself along with everything. And I don't do this! I mean...I don't blog about personal dilemmas and mid-life crisis (should it ever come). I don't!! I swore I won't..yet here I am doing the exact thing that I forbid myself to do. Another huge mistake that I might regret later....Aisyah get a grip!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway....back to reality. I'm in Malaysia now. Family moved to Tronoh, Perak. Its a quite place. Not much life but its alright. Only about...2 rows of shop houses and I'm hoping that'll mend the hole in my pockets. Have insignificant plans for the summer. I do not want to waste it all away...so I better get off my bum and start thinking about that. So...I went swimming this evening. Got myself into this aquarobic class. Kinda weird doing that. But it chases the boredom away. Ok....I'm not good in describing my everyday life. Must find something "new" and "exciting" to scrutinise and disect....&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/9218719-6568301728973340635?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6568301728973340635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6568301728973340635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6568301728973340635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6568301728973340635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-will-i-ever-learn.html' title='When Will I Ever Learn!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6800141825068614332</id><published>2007-05-29T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:36:55.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pyrex Bowl Broke!! Nay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its true folks...I broke my pyrex bowl only but yesterday. It was one of my most cherished crockery ever and the sound of it breaking...literally broke my heart. And I did it all because I defied the laws of physics unknowingly. The thing is...last night, I was hungry for some chicken and the other night I had cooked some tika masala caserolle in my cherished pyrex bowl and stored it in the fridge. So last night, I cleaned the bowl right out into a plate, dished some rice on and popped it all into the microwave. Then I dumped the bowl in the sink and poured hot water all over it....then!! It cracked into two! I was so shocked. I didn't even have to do anything and it just broke into two...an amazing feat. Hot water and cold glass definately do not go well together. Haha...I feel like a sad lonely girl writing this. Which I am by the way..a sad lonely girl...feeling more sad and lonely as the time passes by. But thats just the way things go. Definately out of my control. Right I'm off....absolutely knackered...time for beddie bye bye.&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/9218719-6800141825068614332?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6800141825068614332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6800141825068614332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6800141825068614332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6800141825068614332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-pyrex-bowl-broke-nay.html' title='My Pyrex Bowl Broke!! Nay!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-8062720482869098959</id><published>2007-05-22T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:56:47.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am absolutely in love with this show. I wish I can make clothes like that....I mean, they're always on a budget when making those clothes...but it rocks so much!! I'm watching season 3 of Project Runway at the moment..and I must say, that Jeffry dude is scary but super talented! He made a dress out of newspaper and it looked so hot! (look below for his outfits) Ok ok ok...I'm a bit obsessed about it but I am going to make an honest attempt at making some outfits this summer. Right!! I'm running off to my books...I've revived myself by watching a whole episode of RP. Now...must..get..to...books...auf vidersen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RlMfafkL2SI/AAAAAAAAABI/Je6bZFKIRUU/s1600-h/Project_Runway_3x09_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067428545732270370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RlMfafkL2SI/AAAAAAAAABI/Je6bZFKIRUU/s400/Project_Runway_3x09_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;couture number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RlMe9vkL2RI/AAAAAAAAABA/er3fdJfYtHs/s1600-h/Project_Runway_3x06_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067428051811031314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RlMe9vkL2RI/AAAAAAAAABA/er3fdJfYtHs/s400/Project_Runway_3x06_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;newspaper!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-8062720482869098959?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8062720482869098959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=8062720482869098959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8062720482869098959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8062720482869098959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/project-runway-rocks.html' title='Project Runway Rocks!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RlMfafkL2SI/AAAAAAAAABI/Je6bZFKIRUU/s72-c/Project_Runway_3x09_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-2556959921339231530</id><published>2007-05-18T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:02:48.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mandarin Class (Wo de Zhongwen Ke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of exams...and last day of Mandarin!!! Oh I am soooooooooo going to miss that class. Laoshi Joanna is super brilliant and the others in the class are just amazing people. I'm really glad that I took that class. Hopefully it'll add to my persona a lil bit haha! So that I'll be highly complex and undoubtedly individual hehe...ok, I am having a lack of sleep. The lack of oxygen in my room and the effect of depriving myself of needed rest are clouding my judgement and messing up the words that pour out of this head of mine. Hence!! I shall exit while I'm still comprehendable (is there such a word??) and have my dignity about me.....tarra!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh here's a scrapbook page of my mandarin class (clickety-click for a bigger image) that I made straight after mandarin exam just to get the excess adrenaline out of me and also to cure the sadness inside of me for something thats eating away at me.... =( Adeh! Bepinau2 dah mate!! huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/Rk3KxPkL2QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/miNY0lke8ws/s1600-h/mandarin+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065928103202380034" style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 100%; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="The fabulous people..." src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/Rk3KxPkL2QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/miNY0lke8ws/s400/mandarin+class.jpg" 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/9218719-2556959921339231530?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2556959921339231530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=2556959921339231530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/2556959921339231530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/2556959921339231530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-of-exams.html' title='My Mandarin Class (Wo de Zhongwen Ke)'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/Rk3KxPkL2QI/AAAAAAAAAA4/miNY0lke8ws/s72-c/mandarin+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-4569445951733134911</id><published>2007-05-17T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:53:11.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Hogging Song **my air at least**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tami Chynn: Hyperventilating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;About her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; White Jamaican Girl (???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Genre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Dancehall (although some people would beg to differ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why I bother to blog about it at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: My head is spinning....no other good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4sy8l_sZw1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4sy8l_sZw1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-4569445951733134911?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/4569445951733134911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=4569445951733134911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4569445951733134911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/4569445951733134911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/air-hogging-song-my-air-at-least.html' title='Air Hogging Song **my air at least**'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-50974457568066674</id><published>2007-05-15T04:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T04:49:59.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome quote of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I read this in Tanenbaum's 4th edition handsomely titled book - "Computer Networks". He wrote and I quote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The ink was barely dry on the fast Ethernet standard when the 802 committee began working on a yet faster Ethernet (1995). It was quickly dubbed &lt;strong&gt;gigabit Ethernet &lt;/strong&gt;and was ratified by IEEE in 1998 under the name 802.3z. This identifier suggests that gigabit Ethernet is going to be the end of the line unless somebody quickly invents a new letter after z."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahahahahaha!!!!!!!! That cracked me up. I can't stop laughing! Aih~ This Tanenbaum dude is so full of sarcasm...I love his sense of humour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something I read later on in that chapter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As soon as gigabit Ethernet was standardized, the 802 committee got bored and wanted to get back to work. IEEE told them to start on 10-gigabit Ethernet. After searching hard for a letter to follow z, they abandoned that approach and went over to two-letter suffixes. They got to work and that standard was approved by IEEE in 2002 as 802.3ae. Can 100-gigabit Ethernet be far behind?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*FYI, the book is actually a text book in uni*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-50974457568066674?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/50974457568066674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=50974457568066674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/50974457568066674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/50974457568066674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/awesome-quote-of-day.html' title='Awesome quote of the day!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6571050753046752776</id><published>2007-05-11T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:02:35.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris Bookshelves...I want!! I need!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RkOx5p7ZWMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zZIJE20tbEg/s1600-h/bookcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063086010160208066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RkOx5p7ZWMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zZIJE20tbEg/s320/bookcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the most jaw droppingly fabulous design I've seen in a long long while. Its just completely obvious but just eludes most of us! I mean...look at the Tetris game itself...it's just screaming "Make me into a bookshelf already!!" I am so going to attempt at making me a set when I can actually be arsed to go find planks of wood and bang them together with a hammer. Apparently they have been around a while and costs like....a kazillion bucks! ($7000 for a set actually as stated on &lt;a href="http://www.joystiq.com/2005/05/09/tetris-shelves-for-the-gamer-with-style-and-cash"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;) Horrendous isn't it? A complete rip-off. People just charge a disgusting amount of money for....planks of wood for crying out loud. Honestly...where is the justice in this world?! Right..I'm off to find more fantalicious designs to populate my dream home...haha!&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/9218719-6571050753046752776?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6571050753046752776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6571050753046752776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6571050753046752776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6571050753046752776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/tetris-bookshelvesi-want-i-need.html' title='Tetris Bookshelves...I want!! I need!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RkOx5p7ZWMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zZIJE20tbEg/s72-c/bookcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-9117045580446755507</id><published>2007-05-05T23:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:37:12.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt at Vector Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow...I haven't posted for a while. Infact, I skipped a whole month! I guess I'm not very wordy in the last few weeks. But...today I have a post. I've been doing some newbie vectoring (look below). It's not very good, but it's a start. Its very time consuming and I just...have not got enough time to properly sit down and do it. What do you guys think? Hehe....it looks too ghoulish looking for me =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/Rj0Gkp7ZWLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fac8s2p6kD4/s1600-h/profile_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061208783034341554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/Rj0Gkp7ZWLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fac8s2p6kD4/s320/profile_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for the rest of my life...I've got exams in a few weeks. That's practically taking over my life...but after that, I'm going back to Malaysia!! Oh sweet summer holidays..I look forward to it all year :)&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/9218719-9117045580446755507?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/9117045580446755507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=9117045580446755507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/9117045580446755507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/9117045580446755507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-attempt-at-vector-drawing.html' title='First Attempt at Vector Drawing'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/Rj0Gkp7ZWLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fac8s2p6kD4/s72-c/profile_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6199631826132512052</id><published>2007-03-28T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:45:36.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>self portrait numero uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/437967324_139ed07ed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/437967324_139ed07ed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me eating noodles...yeay!! Been done ages ago, had it entered in a fotopages competition..didn't win. But hey! I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-6199631826132512052?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6199631826132512052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6199631826132512052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6199631826132512052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6199631826132512052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/self-portrait-numero-uno.html' title='self portrait numero uno'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/437967324_139ed07ed3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-6190836220313582146</id><published>2007-03-21T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:43:21.489Z</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things about cute chi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I can forget someting that happened literally 2 minutes ago or less (serious basket-brain condition i've had for years now) whereas I will most likely remember something I heard (or read) ONCE, in passing, like 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My singing voice is always at its lovliest (we're talking mariah carey here....ok maybe not that good) when i'm down with a malaria fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't drink ice-cold water (that stuff rattles you teeth man!) but I find it very easy to chew on blocks of ice.....I enjoy it actually :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I sometimes enjoy reading a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like to wear shoes my size because they just fit so well (my feet feel trapped!) so i prefer wear a size too big. (And yes i do know exactly what size my feet are incase you were wondering ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My fingers and thumbs are all double-jointed....you should see the freaky stuff I can do with them. For instance I can bend my thumb back far enough to touch my fore-arm - quite easily too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-6190836220313582146?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/6190836220313582146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=6190836220313582146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6190836220313582146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/6190836220313582146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/6-weird-things-about-cute-chi.html' title='6 weird things about cute chi'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-1450209082218010196</id><published>2007-03-21T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:03:36.261Z</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things about luverly azizah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. i find that almost every japanese guys that i met are attractive...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. there is one time when i really want to go shopping but when when i'm actually there i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really bored of shopping. i felt like cant wait to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i can sleep with the light on or even while watching anime @ movie...which is weird according to Rasadhi :p but i think that's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. there's time when once i start watching anime (japanese animation) i can keep watching it continously, non-stop for a day. i need to avoid this bad habit :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i dont like cheese and yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm already 22 but the only make-up that i have are lip bam and talc powder (which is not considered as makeup at all):p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-1450209082218010196?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/1450209082218010196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=1450209082218010196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/1450209082218010196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/1450209082218010196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/6-weird-things-about-luverly-azizah.html' title='6 weird things about luverly azizah'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-494467155971219226</id><published>2007-03-21T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:35:45.617Z</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things about eloho the hottie =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Apparently i scare a lot of people and i dont know why. (probably because i threaten to hit them). But so does everyone, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My arms are very long. People never notice ( Thank God) but i have very long arms almost get to my knees and i am tall so you can imagine how long&lt;br /&gt;there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I actually eat a lot it scares me. I alway known i liked food but the amount i eat? It both embarrasing and weird ( Although sometimes i am proud because i should be three times my size with how much i eat but yet i am not ( Thank God )).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am like several different people wrapped up in one. It is weird and hard to understand but then again so am i. Depending on the group of people i am with, i tend to act and talk like them ( Although my fundamental principals do not change). I like it thoug it like i am well adjusted to everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ooh i talk to myself sometimes. (My aunty thinks everyone does it but i am not too sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On a lighter note, i have long legs and arm yet i cant do any sport well not even one. &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/9218719-494467155971219226?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/494467155971219226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=494467155971219226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/494467155971219226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/494467155971219226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/6-weird-things-about-eloho-hottie.html' title='6 weird things about eloho the hottie =)'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-7966638394519380261</id><published>2007-03-21T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:31:18.656Z</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things about Rasadhi baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I easily get obessed with a song and has this amazing ability to play it on repeat track from morning till night daily till i cannot bare to listen to it anymore. and this obession can even go for a week, so see it's def weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot stay at home and chill. I need to work all the time. I cannot go on vacation, I am obessed with work. such a workholic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can watch some movies or some read books over and over about 20 times or so till i know every single dialogue or every single sentence in a book. and i never get bored and in movies i actually manage to cry as if it's the first time i'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my hands are way to long according some rude ppl in this world ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I having the bad habit of wanting to know about everything, not gossip, but i want to be like a walking talkling encyclopedia. yeah information obessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate being by myself at times and would do anything to be with a crowd and times i just want to shut the whole world away and be by myself and isolate myself to a degree which i would want to cut off communication with everyone, but this i can never acheive for i can never switch off my cell phones for my parents or my sister might want to get through. hence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-7966638394519380261?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/7966638394519380261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=7966638394519380261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7966638394519380261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/7966638394519380261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/6-weird-things-about-rasadhi-baby.html' title='6 weird things about Rasadhi baby'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-5007989113335094930</id><published>2007-03-20T19:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:48:29.991Z</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged for the very first time =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right...since I'm blowing off steam, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Apparently I have this funny way of standing. My friends were taking the mick out of me earlier on this evening...what I do is I stand with my weight on one foot and stick out my bum on the same side aswell....don't try this at home. I'm a professional =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I make weird comments to the waiter/waitress at restaurants I go to. As an example, I was at Secret Recipe, and I was bringing along a McFlurry from McDonald's...and I had actually ask permission from the waitress if I could bring it in. She looked at me as if I'm from Mars..the cheek..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I like cheese way too much. I had cheese curry just now....and it tasted good to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I obsess about what people think of me to the point where I feel nausea rising in my throat. And it's not a pretty sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. I can sleep for 14 hours at a stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I don't like horror movies but I love violent ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the people that I most like to be tagged and see what is weird about them are Rasadhi, Azizah, Asnida, Nadie, Eloho, Chi and Ema! But none of them have blogs and its 7 people! I'm going to break the rules and make them write it down anyways and I'll post em up here. I guess the tagging thing doesn't work quite well for me =P&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/9218719-5007989113335094930?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5007989113335094930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=5007989113335094930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5007989113335094930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5007989113335094930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-tagged-for-very-first-time.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged for the very first time =)'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-2061521576474445503</id><published>2007-03-19T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:26:14.435Z</updated><title type='text'>My Seldom Said Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How is everyone? I know I have not been updating or anything for a while. I was fully committed to doing buggy for the past few months. And atlast, its finished!! Alhamdulillah, my group did pretty well. Not aswell as we anticipated, but well enough to keep me feeling that all that was worth it....but enough about buggy! This post is about my seldom said feelings..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, so...I seldom say anything worth while about what I feel, if I'm down in the dumps or high up on cloud 9. Its just that....I can't properly convey to people what my current emotion is. Hehe, I sound like I'm about to disect a circuit...yet, thats my dilemma. How do people do it! I wonder about it all the time. I envy people who can project what they're feeling in their facial expressions, their conversation, their body language...its just seems bizzarely awesome to me when people do that. My guess is that, I'm incapable of showing what I truely feel when I'm in the general public. I'm all smiles, but I want to say more...know what I mean?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright...I'm right up full with Indian food right now. Yearning for bed actually. So I shall go now and get myself all comfy in this cold weather in my nice and warm bed. Yeay!&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/9218719-2061521576474445503?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2061521576474445503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=2061521576474445503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/2061521576474445503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/2061521576474445503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-seldom-said-feelings.html' title='My Seldom Said Feelings'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-5277694442861868551</id><published>2007-02-04T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:24:48.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Fotopages Photo Challenge - Song Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe it..I actually entered!! Though I didn't win..it was a good experience hehe. The song I had in mind was Sampai Menutup Mata (translation: Until I Close My Eyes) by Acha Septriasa and I had this fabulous picture in my mind of what my photo is going to turn out as. But ofcourse, it didn't reach the height that I wanted it to go to. Yet still I love that photo, and thanks a million to Rasadhi for being such a good sport and tolerating with my incompetence =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the picture...was taken with Rasadhi's camera since my camera decided to not cooperate with me. I'll try to enter other Fotopages' challenges the next time. It was quite fun actually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RcWzgUgAscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRbGtFMYkcQ/s1600-h/acha+septriasa+-+sampai+menutup+mata_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027621926869184962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RcWzgUgAscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRbGtFMYkcQ/s320/acha+septriasa+-+sampai+menutup+mata_copy.jpg" 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/9218719-5277694442861868551?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5277694442861868551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=5277694442861868551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5277694442861868551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5277694442861868551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/02/fotopages-photo-challenge-song-title.html' title='Fotopages Photo Challenge - Song Title'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfZmySnrc_k/RcWzgUgAscI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRbGtFMYkcQ/s72-c/acha+septriasa+-+sampai+menutup+mata_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-2744023199013407595</id><published>2007-01-31T17:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:20:39.587Z</updated><title type='text'>Guess what...I got me a sewing machine!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have finally got the courage to say that.......I got a sewing machine at last!! Have no idea why I try not to spread the word around, maybe it's just my ego here thats saying only sad people get a sewing machine for themselves. But then I think to myself, I love sewing..what is there to hide? Hence!! I am so hap-hap-happy to announce that....my sewing machine is now the love of my life hehe. It only cost me £99 which is cool considering thats its a Toyota. And the first thing that I made with it is a sarong for a kebaya that I wore at the Malaysian Night in lovely Bristol! Its not absolutely perfect, I was so afraid it might fall apart half way through but surprisingly it kept together all through the night! Thanks soooooooooooo much Aini for showing me how to make one. You're very inspiring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now...ahemm.....here's a scrapbook page that I made of the said kebaya sarong. Please don't laugh!! I wasn't trying to be vain...just checking out how it would look like and also to permanently keep in record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/375673196/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Kain Kebayaku" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/375673196_0c052e6eec.jpg" 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/9218719-2744023199013407595?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/2744023199013407595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=2744023199013407595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/2744023199013407595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/2744023199013407595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/01/guess-whati-got-me-sewing-machine.html' title='Guess what...I got me a sewing machine!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/375673196_0c052e6eec_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-5894603427861152529</id><published>2007-01-15T08:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:28:00.556Z</updated><title type='text'>When the Young Discusses Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I mean the very, VERY young. Think 8 year olds here. Let me start from the beginning...I go for a volounteering job every other Sunday as a physical education (that shall be called hence forth as P.E.) teacher for the local muslim kids at a school, the Bristol City Academy. So what I have to do is basically supervise the kids while they're going about their P.E. classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, so the other day while everyone were going about jumping ropes, hoola hooping and throwing balls around this 8 year old girl called Saher came up to me and said "Miss miss!! Can I get some water please?" I said yeah sure let me take you the water cooler. To cut a not so very long story even more shorter...she suddenly asked me my age. I said I'm 22. Then she looked at me all innocent and said "You should be married by now!" I'm like....aha.......even an 8 year old can see right through me. Unmarried at 22. The only come back line that I can give back at her was a "Well...you shouldn't be married right now" Ok lame I know...but that got me thinking. I forgot that its already the new year..and I'm 23 already!!!! Woes me..... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well thats about it, today is the new day of the spring sem. I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and get myself to do some proper work. I'm off then, see ya!!&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/9218719-5894603427861152529?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/5894603427861152529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=5894603427861152529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5894603427861152529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/5894603427861152529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-young-discusses-marriage.html' title='When the Young Discusses Marriage'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-9147315227544149293</id><published>2007-01-13T02:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:47:19.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Paris Part I - Eiffel Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok maybe I should write a little something about Eiffel Tower...did you know that the tower was considered an abomination to some of the locals? It's amazing how something so beautiful to some people is an absolute horror to others. But I am definately on the side that wants to keep the tower right where it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/355390035_5002b45003_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/355390035_5002b45003_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first time that I caught a glimpse of it close up was absolutely shocking. Me and my friends had just came out of the metro (a.k.a underground train) and we couldn't spot it anywhere. That boggled the mind because on the map we should be like....literally metres away from it. Where the heck is it!! We didn't for the life of us thought that the relatively small building beside the metro station was blocking the whole tower. We were walking very slowly towards the alleged direction of the tower as directed on the map and then suddenly the building ends and there it is in all its glory!!! We screamed...very loudly. It was a shocking feeling. Very memorable indeed. So the picture in the scrapbook page before this post was taken at the spot where I first screamed and saw the Eiffel Tower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the tower....I love how it curves upwards into a slim line and how the arch of the legs of the tower looks like incomplete circles stuck into the ground. I love it so much that I bought myself a model of it! Ofcourse the model cannot in any way compare to the real thing. And you should see the surrounding gardens. They're beautiful!! Should be even more lovely in spring when all the flowers are out and the trees have leaves aplenty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you must definately see Eiffel Tower at night. It's amazing! The lights are just......romantic...for the lack of a better word ^_^ If it was not for the extreme coldness...we would have lingered longer at the foot of the tower, just watching it you know...and taking loads of pictures that are basically...the same! Hehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why there's actually a movie called "Eiffel I'm In Love"...I thought it was such a cheesy title but the real thing had actually swept me off my feet! Interesting....&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/9218719-9147315227544149293?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/9147315227544149293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=9147315227544149293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/9147315227544149293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/9147315227544149293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/01/paris-part-i-eiffel-tower.html' title='Paris Part I - Eiffel Tower'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/355390035_5002b45003_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-8627211913817604839</id><published>2007-01-12T10:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:24:58.260Z</updated><title type='text'>A picture speaks a million words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok....ahemm....to make up for the lack of enthusiasm I have shown towards my lonely old blog..here's a digi scrapbook page I made at the expense of showing how IN LOVE I am with Paris!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh how I dig the Eiffel Tower....sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/354739888/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="eiffel wallpaper_v4" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/354739888_15de18c932.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;**Hopefully this is one of the many scrapbook pages that I will make ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-8627211913817604839?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/8627211913817604839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=8627211913817604839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8627211913817604839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/8627211913817604839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2007/01/picture-speaks-million-words.html' title='A picture speaks a million words'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/354739888_15de18c932_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116560650008147875</id><published>2006-12-08T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:35:30.580Z</updated><title type='text'>It's alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohh peeps....our baby buggy took its first steps today! I could cry...but I won't. I feel like a proud mum watching her baby struddle along the parquet floor of the electronics labs, with its motors whirling happily...with its cute lil' power up and power down noises...And I didn't take even a picture of it! Let alone a video.....I'll try to get one even though my groupmates will laugh at my very immature behaviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway! It's Friday! Yeay! Time for some slow jams, a cuppa coffee and a good book...but tonight Nadie and Ras are cooking dinner for Azizah and me. Cool stuff, it means I don't have to cook. Because I'm gonna have to cook tomorrow for some friends thats coming over tomorrow hence I'm saving my energy for that. Oh yes...I'm going to Paris next week! Been looking forward to that. Hope it will turn out great InsyaAllah...&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/9218719-116560650008147875?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116560650008147875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116560650008147875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116560650008147875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116560650008147875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s alive!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116525526602370929</id><published>2006-12-04T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:12:32.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Extra extra extra tiring day =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Started out at 10am and came back at 5pm...with no lounging about in between. Its crazy!! But come to think of it...I like it this way. It means that I don't have that much time to wallow in my hole of self pity (I do that too often these days..). It's really annoying to wallow...because afterwards I wake up with a start and torment myself for wasting so much time when I have a kazillion work to get over and done with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So today I spent the entire day (almost!) at the main electronics lab. This time I actually hanged out with the guys in my course instead of the girls. They're bonkers! But they're so funny..I think the amount of programming that had to be done today just got to most of everyone and out of nowhere..they invented a theme song to go with it. It goes something like..."Ohh......buggy buggy buggy buggy buggy...ERTS is gay! ERTS is gay!" LOL!! It was hilarious. And they didn't give a peanut if anybody was listening. I had a great time laughing along =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;FYI: "Buggy" is the robotics project and "ERTS" is the embedded real-time system assignment thats due in tomorrow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yes, I like to share this with you guys. It's sooooooooooooooooooooooo charming! To me atleast..&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6kriEXlLKE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6kriEXlLKE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-116525526602370929?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116525526602370929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116525526602370929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116525526602370929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116525526602370929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/12/extra-extra-extra-tiring-day.html' title='Extra extra extra tiring day =('/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116493533101572859</id><published>2006-11-30T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:34:20.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahem....some mandarin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok...here goes. I'm typing in mandarin!! But...it will only work if you guys have the chinese language pack (psst...you can get it at windowsupadate.microsoft.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你叫。我叫艾伊莎。我的生日是四月十八号。我今年二十二。我是吗来西亚人。我是想睡。晚安！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nǐ hǎo. Wǒ jiào Aì yī shā. Wǒ de shēng rì shì sì yuè shí bā hào. Wǒ jīn nián èr shí èr . Wǒ shì Mǎ lái xī yà rén. Wǒ shì xiǎng shuì. Wǎn ān!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-116493533101572859?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116493533101572859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116493533101572859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116493533101572859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116493533101572859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahemsome-mandarin.html' title='Ahem....some mandarin..'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116455798439940053</id><published>2006-11-26T16:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:19:44.413Z</updated><title type='text'>My hard disk died on me *crycrycry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yup....it finally happened....the thing crashed on me. OK, after 2 years of trying my best to stretch my pc to its outmost limits (i.e. surf around 3 hours at a time, install pirated copies of any software that is of interest, never ever defragmenting the hard disk etc etc) its suffice to say that....I deserved it. But oh how lonely life is now!!! I'm even at uni right now for crying out loud and anyone who's anyone knows how I detest spending my time cooped up in a computer lab/library anywhere in the university. I went totally blank and acted upon impulses and called up any of my friends who even have the most tiny amount of information on crashed computers and guess what...I totally forgot to check on the warranty of said pc. Its still valid for another year! yeay! so yes...I'm waiting for my hard disk to come by mail and install it...and love it and cherish it and never ever let go of it!! Oh woes me, where art thou my lover?!(the computer I mean)...&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/9218719-116455798439940053?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116455798439940053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116455798439940053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116455798439940053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116455798439940053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-hard-disk-died-on-me-crycrycry.html' title='My hard disk died on me *crycrycry!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116436551065039106</id><published>2006-11-24T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:55:38.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Le Project de Buggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/304855157/"&gt;&lt;img height="331" alt="buggy2jpegcopy" src="http://static.flickr.com/122/304855157_1aae7b2cfc.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the buggy project for my 3rd year in Electrical and Electronics Engineering. Basically me and a team of coursemates have to build and program this buggy to be able to navigate through an arena and identify black boxes of electronics circuits. So far the buggy is fighting back and refuses to do anything...but insyaAllah....we shall overcome!!&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/9218719-116436551065039106?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116436551065039106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116436551065039106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116436551065039106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116436551065039106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/11/le-project-de-buggy.html' title='Le Project de Buggy'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116432104759842378</id><published>2006-11-23T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:30:47.616Z</updated><title type='text'>Aqueous Transmission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Falexislefrench.free.fr%2FRadioHQ%2Fsounds%2FIncubus%20-%20Aqueous%20Transmission.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Incubus - Aqueous Transmission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fusers.atw.hu%2Fbeyondsilence%2Fsounds%2FEp.%20II.%20-%20Across%20the%20Stars%20(Love%20Theme).rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Star Wars - Across the Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.stilldance.com%2Ftwiggy%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FNelly%20ft.%20Kelly%20Rowland%20-%20Dilemma.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nelly and Kelly Rowland - Dilemma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3 theme songs of my life hehe =P Currently Incubus is hogging up the airwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-116432104759842378?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116432104759842378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116432104759842378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116432104759842378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116432104759842378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/11/aqueous-transmission.html' title='Aqueous Transmission'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116310876289626241</id><published>2006-11-09T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:46:02.963Z</updated><title type='text'>To Program or Not to Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why does it take me freaking ages to program a decent system!!! And I don't sleep right when I've got progrraming assignments due...infact I can't sleep when almost all of my brain neurons keep mulling about deadlines and my half finished vhdl. Right so...I had this assignment to do...it's a group project. The buggy...I'll explain about that some other time. Anyway, I'm nearly there you know...just have all the bugs to take care of..I mean if have another 24 hours I most probably would have finished it. But then!!! We had our group meeting and one of my groupmates surprised me by stating out that he finished it. And in less than half the time that I spent doing mine!! Oh the humility!!! Well...not exactly humility, more like seriously bowled over. But hey...I am an actual newbie, itsy bitsy knowledge in computer programming....all I can say is.....Aisyah!!!! Cayok!!!!&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/9218719-116310876289626241?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116310876289626241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116310876289626241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116310876289626241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116310876289626241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-program-or-not-to-program.html' title='To Program or Not to Program'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116247297631950997</id><published>2006-11-02T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:10:33.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Update?? &lt;--Mandarin Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my life hasn't been that interesting recently...but I think I want to talk about my Mandarin class!! It's kind of daunting really....I mean, a whole new language!! But I have been wanting to learn to write, speak and read Mandarin for sometime now. So the minute that the Electrical and Electronics Engineering department said "Alright you lot, here's some open units for you...knock yourselves out", I very very quickly jumped in the Mandarin beginners course bandwagon. I've got the text book and everything now. And I have a class at 5pm to day, it goes right up to 7pm (much to my dismay) but that's alright!! No pain no gain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'll do something like Ida does...a podcast thing, but it'll just be a one off thing..just to see how I sound like when I speak Mandarin. So today...I have to come up with a chinese name for myself. And......I've decided I will be called Liling. Can you imagine?? If somebody calls me over...it'll be like "Liling Liling Liling!!". Hands down, its seriously a chinese name. It means &lt;em&gt;beautiful tinkling jade&lt;/em&gt; *wink* hehe....that's what I think of myself. A tinkling jade. Cool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right..I'm off, have this buggy meeting to go to. Has anybody got any idea for an optical sensor? I am seriously a beginner at robotics...Hope this project will pull through for me, InsyaAllah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-116247297631950997?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116247297631950997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116247297631950997' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116247297631950997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116247297631950997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/11/update-mandarin-class.html' title='Update?? &lt;--Mandarin Class'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116098739529976082</id><published>2006-10-16T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:32:09.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage Technician Assc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Stage Technician Association is this club formed in the uni where people can order stage sets or lighting, stuff like that. Me and Farah went to the STA "get-in" and I thought we would be doing stuff like painting sets la di da...but no!! We had to build an extension to the stage and Farah had to climb up a really unstable looking scaffolding to put up lights on the ceiling. Since I'm pretty small, the guy incharge was like "You don't have to carry that if you don't want to" with a really worried look on his face. The things I had to carry wasn't very heavy...they just &lt;strong&gt;look&lt;/strong&gt; heavy, huge but hollow. Just not proportionate to my height. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, they're very cool people, really into what they're doing. I came back pretty tired (I didn't even notice that I spent 3 hours there!) but insyaAllah this isn't just a one off thing for me. Hopefully..&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/9218719-116098739529976082?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116098739529976082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116098739529976082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116098739529976082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116098739529976082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/10/stage-technician-assc.html' title='Stage Technician Assc.'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-116068316141557912</id><published>2006-10-12T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T21:05:00.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I made croutons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crikey...I never taught I would be doing stuff like this..but yes, I made a whole plateful of croutons out of just 2 slices of bread. FYI, croutons are like lil' itsy bitsy cubes of bread that you put in soups or salads. I was trying it out (and Farah and Azizah became the test subjects of course) and it turned out great! So just because I love you guys (whoever that is reading this post), here's the recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Croutons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15 slices of bread &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**this sounds a bit too much, try 2 slices for now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/4 cup butter &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**or as much as you need for 2 slices of bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;melted 2 teaspoons of garlic salt &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**I showered my croutons with garlic powder and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Remove crusts from bread slices. Brush bread on both sides with melted butter. Cut bread slices up into small cubes. Sprinkle with garlic salt (if desired). Arrange cubes on an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 15 minutes or until browned. Let cool. Store croutons in a covered container or plastic bag. Serve in soups or salads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, hope people will have a fun time doing that. It is nice actually and saves you the coppers that you would have to pay if you buy them at the supermarket. Thats it from me. Over and out!&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/9218719-116068316141557912?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/116068316141557912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=116068316141557912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116068316141557912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/116068316141557912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-made-croutons.html' title='I made croutons!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115936103806182961</id><published>2006-09-27T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:54:51.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than 2 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two final days to go before I have to jet off from this place. I don't know why it feels like I'm about to jump off the plank into the dark gloomy sea full of man eating piranhas...It's not at all the mixed feelings that I usually get before going back, it's like...I feel sick right there in the pit of my stomach, bile just inching its way up my throat. I'm serious!! I think I'm having a panic attack. And what better way for me to get a grip than to write it all down here and sort them out. Okay...so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not worried about my luggage because right now everything weighs about 18kg, so that'll pass through the check-in counter at the airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My appartment is all set out, ready for me to move in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My stuff is at my friend's place, which she graciously offered before the summer holidays. It's near my new appartment...so that wont be much hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've only to register online for the new academic year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next week is week zero, so there wont be much going on. Meeting up with some friends probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm.....I think its just me and I'm paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Great...now I have to figure out how to calm myself down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-115936103806182961?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115936103806182961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115936103806182961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115936103806182961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115936103806182961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/09/less-than-2-days.html' title='Less than 2 days'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115848568544794023</id><published>2006-09-17T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:34:45.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinventing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes I am reinventing my blog. Another slow process no doubt. Oh well, atleast it will cure my boredom for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-115848568544794023?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115848568544794023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115848568544794023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115848568544794023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115848568544794023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/09/reinventing.html' title='Reinventing'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115847710106875075</id><published>2006-09-17T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:14:39.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Light ~Photo Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haysia/245178343/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/83/245178343_a9a50b934d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flower Light in Bright for &lt;a href="http://www.photofriday.com" target="blank1"&gt;Photo Friday &lt;/a&gt;Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Took this photo while lying down on a bed in the guest's room in my Aunt Yus' house. And yes folks...its an Ikea lamp! Nothing exciting actually, I was playing around with the ISO setting in my camera and this is what I got. Oh yes, I shot it in sephia mode..I think.&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/9218719-115847710106875075?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115847710106875075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115847710106875075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115847710106875075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115847710106875075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/09/flower-light-photo-friday.html' title='Flower Light ~Photo Friday'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115833794090047447</id><published>2006-09-15T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:32:20.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aishah Corner, Ampangan (balik kms!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/88967827@N00/243678770/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/94/243678770_3ca2cd1b1f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/88967827@N00/243678770/"&gt;aishah corner&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/88967827@N00/"&gt;haysia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went back to KMS last Monday. The place is still like that. All dull grey and pre world war 2 looking. But yet!! The memories flooded me and almost drowned me out. So as you can see, there were only 8 of us which is not bad considering that we actually constituted about 16% of my A-Levels batch. It was a cosy get together. And it was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Azizah started off from Shah Alam and was seriously considering taking the freakishly slow ride by train to Seremban when our knight in shining armour saved our day!! Cheers Badut, ure a doll. Yes yes...so we did bully him, but we splitted the gas and we paid for all the tolls. So fair and square, just so that you know I am not the queen control feminist that some might assume. Alright so...we made our way to Seremban, met up with Khalil, Dazu, Anas, Fadwa and Titi. The rest goes as usual. We met the teachers, teased the makcik2 DS, laughed at the juniors for looking and being so naive (that was us 4 years ago!!!) and went to Aishah Corner for some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Kajang and had satay Kajang. The satays weren't as huge as I remembered them to be, but since Anas and Dazu paid for it all....I have nothing to complain. We met Senbe and Jaz there. They were great, I love my friends to bits. It rained afterwards which caused a thudding pain in my medula oblongata all of the next day and then Badut sent me and Azizah home....the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been at home doing nothing cause the new maid has arrived!! This is great...only another 12 days to enjoy this...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-115833794090047447?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115833794090047447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115833794090047447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115833794090047447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115833794090047447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/09/aishah-corner-ampangan-balik-kms.html' title='Aishah Corner, Ampangan (balik kms!!)'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115743917408109049</id><published>2006-09-05T07:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:52:54.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23 days to go :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its freakin too close to going back to Bristol and I haven't got down and studied a thing. 3rd year seems like a nightmare that wont go away but I hope that it wont be that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't got much to tell really. I've been anchored to the house for awhile now but surprisingly I'm not craving for company as much as I expected thanks to the wonders of the internet. Speaking of which...I've been addicted to this site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.craftster.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It sometimes crashes and wont let me in because there's a kazillion surfers at any one time that tunes in to it but when I do get in...........I'm in a different world!! It's like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; site but better. Its a forum really, but its different from what I expected. Quite funky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thats it for now. I know my life sounds lame but I'm at rest and its refreshing...&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/9218719-115743917408109049?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115743917408109049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115743917408109049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115743917408109049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115743917408109049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/09/23-days-to-go.html' title='23 days to go :('/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115604613526470882</id><published>2006-08-20T04:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:49:47.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joned's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Joned's wedding yesterday with Asnida and Adam. It was so nice!! I didn't stay long though because my family had another wedding to go to. Just look at the pics! They're just like buah pinang dibelah dua &lt;em&gt;(translation: they're like a fruit split in two, its meant to mean that they look so good together)&lt;/em&gt;. Not much to update today, my hands smells of fish.....thats so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/wedding_joned1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/wedding_joned1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bride and bridegroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/wedding_joned2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/wedding_joned2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the pelamin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/wedding_joned3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/wedding_joned3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;the food...nyum!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-115604613526470882?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115604613526470882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115604613526470882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115604613526470882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115604613526470882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/08/joneds-wedding.html' title='Joned&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115553163678922658</id><published>2006-08-14T05:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:31:21.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right....so for the last couple of weeks, I've been trotting back and forth from Shah Alam and KL visiting friends and relatives and got tired of it real quick. Wish I had the money to buy plane tickets everytime I want to travel. Saves me a whole load of time and back pain. I've become an old woman in just a couple of days! But anyway, then I spent my time at home....making curtains hehe. This may be hard to imagine by some people, but I actually LOVE sewing. Ofcourse I haven't done much sewing, but I've stitched up a couple of curtains through the years (the first few were complete disasters) and here's my latest one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/curtains.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/curtains.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ofcourse, its nothing fancy. Completely straightforward actually. I did want a 'romantic' theme (ewwww!!!) but being the random me, I chose a very heavy and formal looking fabric. Now my bedroom is going through a traumatic time trying to find its inner self since I had went from romantic to zen to now-I-have-no-idea-what-I-want theme. Well, the romantic theme was a complete failure since I had out of the blue, picked a very japanese looking cupboard. Really, I scratched my head when I had the men from the furniture shop lift it into my bedroom. I think I fell in love with the sliding door. It slides sideways!! So immediately I set out to get together a zen looking room. Then suddenly I bought the curtain fabric which looks like it should be in an office or something. Luckily all the colours matches. That's the only thing that had worked out for me *sigh* oh well, I'm no professional interior decorator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, so next...I'm redoing my bedsheets. I have to have loads and loads of pillows and cushions on it!!! And if you look closely, the paint on my wall is peeling off. A very nice cellulite effect indeed. Rain water was leeking through the ceiling but its all fixed now. All I have to do is get the courage to take out some money from the bank and buy the flippin paint already. Hmmm...this does seem like a makeover but believe me, my room looked like a store room before. I think it deserves something pretty since its owner had neglect it for the past couple of years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9218719-115553163678922658?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115553163678922658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115553163678922658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115553163678922658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115553163678922658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/08/curtains.html' title='Curtains!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115245220515761327</id><published>2006-07-09T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:01:18.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial-up....oh tidak!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have completely forgotten how SLOW a dial-up internet connection can be. Getting the posting page in blogger to show up was hard enough and I'm positive if I even try to post some pictures, I will definately fling this laptop against the wall. That was my excuse for not posting anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have nothing interesting to post today. I've been back a week and a bit in Malaysia and I cannot stand not doing anything. That's why I'm going to PIMP MY ROOM. Yes...it sounds absurdly poyo but that's what I'm going to do. Oh if anyone has any opinion for a room colour scheme please let me know before I go paint my room a horrific colour. I'm thinking of white...white-on-white is nice isn't it?? I hate to say this..but I want a romantic look to it =p Yes...yes...it's lame but thats what I want to wake up to in the morning. Even though my love life is basically...&lt;strong&gt;non-existance&lt;/strong&gt;. So probably I'll be posting my progress along the line of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to Shah Alam...visiting my relatives. Check up on my brother, Luqman, in uniten and do some shopping I guess. So yes, until then...&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/9218719-115245220515761327?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115245220515761327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115245220515761327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115245220515761327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115245220515761327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/07/dial-upoh-tidak.html' title='Dial-up....oh tidak!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115135718419935038</id><published>2006-06-26T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:40:49.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My huge paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does anyone out there feel this incredible paranoia that you'll create a disaster when you refuse someone something?? I get that feeling all the time!!! Why???!!!! It's driving me crazy up the wall.... oh yes, I'm really lazy right now to update, when infact I have really a lot to update on. Like for instance....my EGYPT trip!!!! It was seriously the best vacation I've ever had. But I'll get to that in another entry. Here's some eye candy for all my lovely people out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: I'm the short one in the picture, the other one is Azizah (as if anyone would find it hard to know that hehe...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/egypt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/egypt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinai mountains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/egypt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/egypt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the pyramids!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&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/9218719-115135718419935038?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115135718419935038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115135718419935038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115135718419935038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115135718419935038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-huge-paranoia.html' title='My huge paranoia'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-115007279804883440</id><published>2006-06-12T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:48:16.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Interesting Picnic at Brandon Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aha....I'm back and I'm posting. Yesterday has been.....very interesting actually. The day started out brilliant because I got up early for a change (during exams, I sleep early...as in I actually sleep at 3am...thats early!! =p). Kak Mazwin from Ireland came down to Bristol to see us and on the second day of her visit we decided to take her to Brandon Hill to have a picnic. The first one this summer! So we made sandwiches...one set was tuna and chilli flakes...the other one was tuna and sweetcorn. How on earth did they know that I love both! So anyway, we took our food and climbed up Brandon Steps...and up Brandon Hill...and up some more to find a nice spot on the sloping green hill, under a huge shady tree. We spread out a bit of cloth to sit on (my white wooly, cuddly bed spread actually..absolutely covered in bits of grass now) and immediately started chomping on our food. I was the first one to dive in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a bit, Azizah, Asmah, Alifah and Kak Mazwin went up to Cabot Tower to see the perfect view of Bristol from way up high. I didn't go because currently I'm locked on the Da Vinci Code book and was away reading anyway...Then suddenly came this guy who gave us some free newspaper. I thought it was like the Bristol Metro. So I just took one....then I realised it was a christian based newspaper. I'm like...hmm...ok. I thumbed through the pages. Not really reading and then stashed it away. So I continued to read some more Da Vinci. Then an interesting thing happened. The guy brought with him a group of friends and took a spot not far from us. I don't know if they're trying our nerves or whatever....but they started singing hymns all of a sudden. I don't really feel offended really...and the rest of the girls (Farah, Ida and Wani) seemed to not even register the singing. They were away chatting and laughing and stuff and I was too involved in my book anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that....a different guy from the group suddenly came up to us, offered the newspaper again and asked if we were muslims...well doh! We said yeah and he promptly sat down beside me....hmmm......I was getting nervous already. Then he started saying stuff about Jesus and Christianity and very openly ridiculed our beloved Prophet Muhammad PBUH. Sure he wasn't shouting and his tone seemed polite...but the underlaying message was there. He has no respect for Rasulullah. Then he asked me if I knew that Islam, Christianity and Judaism were related. I said ofcourse I know, Jesus and Moses are our prophet aswell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then he started to say something that really annoyed some of the girls and myself. He keep repeating how the prophet and muslim men have so many wives and how its so gross and wrong. He said that in christianity, one man is only for one woman. I didn't get a chance to reply to that and I let it pass. The girls keep saying things in Malay that made me very nearly burst into laughter....but thankfully I did not. He went on saying things like...what's my view on Iraq, do I think its right...I replied by asking him...does he think its right if somehow america found Tony Blair is really annoying them and started destroying great britain? He said no no..ofcourse not. Okay I don't know where that question was heading...but it stopped there. Oh yes...remember I was reading the Da Vinci Code? It's full of things that really challenged the church and would have probably annoyed the heck out of him. Thankfully I managed to slid it off my lap and hid it under my skirt...&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;Okay by this time I was really trembling because I am so afraid of what he's going to say next. He's like...had very unwelcomingly came to us and he doesn't seem to want to be going anywhere. And what he said next astonished me really. He said that Jesus thought them that they didn't have a need for prayers. And he mocked us muslims having to specifically pray at 6am, 2pm, 5pm, 8pm and 10pm. I'm like....okay...this is a hard question...so I started saying that actually, we are not specified to pray exactly at 6am, 2pm etc...theres is a specific range of time which we have to pray in and it accomodates our need to work and do other things aswell. I asked him why is it so wrong to pray anyway? Allah had asked of us to pray only 5 times a day....in return he gave us so many things and blessings. I told them that we devout our lives in thinking of Allah and specify 5 times a day to fully concentrate on our Creator...and I told him, I am not trying to offend you but my christian friends only go to church once a week. That must mean they only think of god only once a week. He didn't have a reply for that and said yes...christians should pray more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next he was mocking the Quran. He said he had read a book and he said that some verses were violent. I told him I am no expert on the Quran and it takes a whole lifetime to understand it..and I asked him, which verse were you refering to anyway? He didn't give me an answer. Instead he asked me do I read the Quran. I replied yes ofcourse. He didn't go much further about the Quran then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One other thing he said was very new to me. He said everyone are sinners and the only path to god was through Jesus....I'm like...we don't believe that. I asked him, do you really think there's a wall between us and God? He misheard me saying "wall" to "war"...he immediately bolted up like...terrorism! or something....honestly, thats so typical. But anyway, I corrected my pronounciation and he said yes, the only way is through Jesus. He started explaining to me about a temple in Jerusalem where a cloth ripped when Jesus was crucified. Well I don't know about any cloth ripping but I told him that we believe if we take a step towards Allah...Allah will take a hundred steps towards us. There is no need for any other medium for us to communicate to Allah. Allah hears us no matter what. He said yes thats true actually.....then he started to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In between these accusations or discussions as I like to see it..he keeps repeating about the polygamy thing over and over again and I could not bear to hear it said so wrongly again. So I told him...It is not easy for a man to marry to more than one wife. He has to provided perfect equality may it be financially, spiritually, sexually..everything. He cannot love one wife more over the other and he has to be able to take care of all his children. It is a very heavy responsibility for a man. Infact, it is not a common thing for a man to marry to more than one wife in Malaysia. There is a set of description which he has to have before he can marry to another wife. He went silent...and pondered I guess. He took his leave and I looked at the girls for some comfort...I was trembling from head to foot!!! I was so scared out of my skin. Thank Allah the girls were very comforting and supporting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The man went back to his group and they started packing away. We started packing away again and I think I made everyone nervous by saying "Oh no!! What if the whole lot comes over here!!!" Sorry girls!! False alarm =p&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/9218719-115007279804883440?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/115007279804883440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=115007279804883440' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115007279804883440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/115007279804883440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/06/really-interesting-picnic-at-brandon.html' title='Really Interesting Picnic at Brandon Hill'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114810068640323035</id><published>2006-05-20T05:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:34:31.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right, so I won't be posting anytime soon or not posting at all during the exam period. Reason one, I'm supposed to be studying!! And reason two, nothing much happened anyway. But I have to mention this one thing... I've been watching Pimp My Ride (the US version) on YouTube and Google Videos and, I must admit even though I am no automobile fan, it is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo freakin' cool! It's like everyone's dream come true. Pop in a rusty, sorry-excuse-for-a-ride into the garage...and hey! Out pop some hot new wheels! And the host is alright, Xzibit....once a rapper, now......getting old (for lack of a better word). But...here's the thing. I've been downloading the UK version of Pimp My Ride because Eloho (a good friend of mine) said that the host is a real something to laugh at....and she's sooo dead right! The guy is some old man named Westwood trying very hard to look street with the baggy pants and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if you watch the US version, Xzibit will like flick the shirt of the owner of the car and say "You've been pimped" and guess what...Westwood did that aswell!!! It was hillarious, the car owner had a face like "what??". I mean come on...we're in the UK so act British for crying out loud!! I would have much prefer a younger male, and go punk rock/disco/techno/pop if he has to (because I think the British scene looks more towards that way anyway..) and stop it with all the hiphop thing!!!! Haiyak!&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/9218719-114810068640323035?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114810068640323035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114810068640323035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114810068640323035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114810068640323035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-weeks-hiatus.html' title='3 Weeks Hiatus'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114725533092161739</id><published>2006-05-10T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:02:10.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Study, eat, sleep..study,eat,sleep...repeat as necessary</title><content type='html'>=p well atleast that's how I'm supposed to be living my life now. It's kinda getting there..but I need a lot more push than this. Currently...I'm at the MVB with Rasadhi. We're getting to know Lines and Waves. And its got bits of calculus and industrial electronics in it. Which is not surprising really. This whole course has all its subjects connected with each other. Oh yes...I'm thinking of changing my course to Electronics and Communications. Right now I'm doing Electrical and Electronics. I don't mind the power and electrical part....but I'd much prefer the communications bit. I was looking for a course that did telecommunications. But......yes, Electrical and Electronics is the foundation of it all. So we'll see how it goes....I definately do not want to be the only person changing to that course cause I don't think I can work without my mates!!! Yes, I'm not entirely independant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right well...my kaytod Yahoo! account is once and for all dead. No more kaytod, now its aisyah.patthi. So skema isn't it?? But it's the first thing that popped into my mind and it looks ways more.......understandable than kaytod. Oh but I'm going to miss my old account...It's got everything in it. If anyone got into it...............then thats it, I have no more secrets to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!! I'm off to start on my lines and waves again. Will try to update soon with more interesting stuff to write though I can't at all promise that. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114725533092161739?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114725533092161739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114725533092161739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114725533092161739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114725533092161739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/05/study-eat-sleepstudyeatsleeprepeat-as.html' title='Study, eat, sleep..study,eat,sleep...repeat as necessary'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114704075749053990</id><published>2006-05-07T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:30:43.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right so about the e-mail thing. I got a response from Yahoo! this morning. I got most of my personal information right (thank God I didn't lie about my age =p) but.........my security question was so freakin hard!!! What was I thinking? Oh yes...I was 13 and my hormones were raging. Ofcourse I can't talk about my security question here....because then..what would be the point of the security question right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went on the internet and searched for a kazillion forums talking about how to get Yahoo! to give you your account back. There were a lot of harsh words let me tell you...but I think, the Yahoo! team isnt such a bad lot...so far. So yes, I'm going to keep a positive mind about the Yahoo! team. Cool beans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!!! I went back on my word and created another account. This time my e-mail actually sound decent and sort of like....professional (aiyoh..poyonyer...). But I'm not going to write what my new e-mail address is here because there's a lot of spybot out there harvesting e-mail off websites and THAT my friends...is how you can have 2000++ of spam in your bulk mail. Ofcourse its a negligable amount of your e-mail space quota, but.....it sometimes get me wondering why do these people even bother to actually create a bot, create an email superbly coloured and written...just to have me trash it everyday. Its just one of those weird things only human will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...that's it for today. Tomorrow I've got a lecture at 9am.....sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&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/9218719-114704075749053990?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114704075749053990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114704075749053990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114704075749053990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114704075749053990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/05/stressful-weekend.html' title='Stressful Weekend!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114693127325910662</id><published>2006-05-06T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:38:07.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My e-mail has been hijacked!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sakitnyer hatiku!!!!!! My e-mail has been totally hacked by a bad-ass script! I just had a minor breakdown just now because I'm totally emotionally tied to my Yahoo! e-mail account. I just had a notion of it this morning when Rasadhi told me that I had sent her a URL telling her to click to a picture viewing thing...which I hadn't!!! I was still groggy from sleep so...that didn't compute much. Its when I got up and went for a shower when everything clicked!! I did check my messenger before getting to the bathroom, and it showed that I'm logged out. I should have remembered that I didn't at all logged myself out the night before. Okay, I am going to describe what happened so that noone will get conned like I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I got a URL from a friend so I clicked it. I didn't suspect anything, because I'm quite close to the friend and its on a Yahoo! website...what could go wrong right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Damn I should have smelled something fishy when this happened. It instantly went to a login page. Like someone in a trance, I went and logged in. Nothing happened, it sent me to another Yahoo! page. I just waved it off, thinking its a bad link or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Everything went ok after a day or so. Then this morning, as I have said, Rasadhi called me and said that I sent her a URL. Then I couldn't at all logged in up until right now. I did try to do the password recovery thing, but ofcourse I got stuck at filling in the personal information bit because I can't really remember what I wrote when I signed up for the email like...9 years ago! I don't think the super-script-turning-my-whole-world-upside-down thing changed any of my personal info, because of security reasons...Yahoo! wouldn't be dumb enough to let it (I think!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I had a maximum of 3 attempts I think before Yahoo! locked me out of the password recovery page. So now I have to wait for 12 hours before the security lock is switched off. That'll be round about at 10pm, so I'll have a go again then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Oh yes...after I got totally frustrated of being locked out..I went and wrote an email to Yahoo!'s security and privacy team. They sent back an automated e-mail, and I followed some of the rubbish they wrote on that, ofcourse nothing worked. At the end of the automated email, they said to email back a response if nothing worked with all my details. I hope I got all my details correct. &lt;strong&gt;I SO DO NOT WANT TO CREATE ANOTHER ACCOUNT!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'd call Yahoo!'s security centre if I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. People who got the fake URL from me, please change ur password and run all the spyware software that you have. Just as a safety precaution!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will keep everyone posted on this. I'm seriously sorry if anyone clicked on the URL that the stupid script handed out to my contact list. &lt;strong&gt;I have never ever attempted to send a mass message containing a URL without anything important in it because it pisses me off when anyone sends me one aswell =P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopefully I can start studying again. Today has been so unproductive!!! I want to cry!!&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/9218719-114693127325910662?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114693127325910662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114693127325910662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114693127325910662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114693127325910662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-e-mail-has-been-hijacked.html' title='My e-mail has been hijacked!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114678586478941244</id><published>2006-05-05T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:39:07.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could have screamed today in maths lecture. I wasn't sleepy, I wasn't distracted...but when Eddie (the lecturer) asked anything....I'm like..say what? The question was so simple when the answer was finally given by some person at the front row. Okay, I must admit I wasn't the only person who has no freakin idea what Eddie was on about....but I'm just still so frustrated with myself. The question was basically about the answer to a fairly simple partial differential equation... Eddie was teaching us about itterations and stuff. One of the answer was a negative number raised to a power of "&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;" and the other one was positive number..less than one...raised to the power of "&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;" . He asked us what the answer to the equation actually meant. Ofcourse....the answer was that the negative answer is going to increment itself into oblivion if we keep raising its power....but at that moment...I just didnt get it!!! I was so frustrated with myself. I've cooled down a bit now..but yeah....I was frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anywho....yesterday we had the BBQ!!! Was much fun! I had a piece of chicken and lamb chop and some sausages...and coleslaw...and mash potato....and fried rice. Oh crap!!! Think of all the pounds I have piled on in a mater of minutes!!! Yikes.....but anyways, eating it while chatting with my friends was cool. Azizah was right, it was a good time off from studies. After that, to make up for all the fat intake....I had a game of mixed badminton doubles with Asnida, Hanan and Zaki. Ofcourse I got bullied. I was in Hanan's team by the way...and yes! I got bullied. Firstly I must point out that the ground was nowhere near flat, and on top of my head is this mass of leaves from a tree. So the shuttlecock nearly always get caught in the trees and ofcourse I missed shot after shot. Dayum! Was a good laugh anyways. Good job new MCS committee!! *I have no idea if any of them are reading this =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: Its so warm today!!! Just like in Malaysia...had lunch with Azizah at the grassy bit beside Physics building. Loads of mat salleh were lounging about like the exams are not 2 weeks away......Me and Azizah ofcourse instantly went for a shaded spot where not a single mat salleh had claimed. We had a laugh about how we chose our lepaking spots. People here really do enjoy sunbathing even though it'll burn the skin and meat off your bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/9218719-114678586478941244?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114678586478941244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114678586478941244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114678586478941244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114678586478941244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/05/maths.html' title='Maths!!!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114626537109579975</id><published>2006-04-28T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:02:51.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Tied, Feet Bounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right...this entry is to make up for the lost entries that I'm supposed to make everyday. Yes...I do expect a lot from me =p Alas!!! I can't....got a bit too much to do. Exams in 3 weeks. So I'm just going to mention the highlight of today. Right....the highlight of today is.....I am wearing my new sparkly pink bracelet that Rasadhi gave to me!!! Its cool..goes well with my pink tops. And yes...in the words of my friend lil Gyuri....I am a sad person. As in, the highlight of my day is wearing a bracelet. Thats just..........sad! But today's weather was super nice. I went out without a jacket and its warm and I'm happy and its just brilliant. Alhamdulillah, I'm alive&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/9218719-114626537109579975?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114626537109579975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114626537109579975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114626537109579975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114626537109579975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/04/hands-tied-feet-bounded.html' title='Hands Tied, Feet Bounded'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114583898259815946</id><published>2006-04-24T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T07:44:20.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry, Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ohhh....I've got tons and tons to tell. About my birthday (again!), the AGM and the looming exams (yikes!!). Right..about my birthday. My very cool..very sweet "&lt;em&gt;adopted&lt;/em&gt;" brother Khalil gave me this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/aisyah_18Feb06_1_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/aisyah_18Feb06_1_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It's so sweet!!! It's got all the birthday messages from my mates in Sheffield...and from my x-homeroomate. I miss them already. I think I've made the best of friends there in KMS. We think like each other..have almost (but not always!) the same opinions and have generally a good time whenever we meet. And my flatmates yeah...they gave me a coffee maker!!! The morning of my birthday, I walked into the kitchen with sleepy eyes. Louise was there making breakfast. When she saw me she started to sing "Happy birthday to someone!!" I'm like..yes thats me..blush blush. Hehe. She gave me a hug then I saw this coffee machine that I hadn't seen before sitting beside the cooker. I'm like..."ooh..who's coffee maker is that?" I went in closer to have a better look. Then I saw this card taped to the wall saying my name! I'm like...no way!! It's my coffee maker!!! =p The best present ever!!..cause its all wrapped up with love. Hehe. It's true that I am getting more and more lovey dovey for no obvious reason. I don't have a boyfriend or anything. But...everything seems so bright and lovely all of a sudden!!! Why?!! Why?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'll skip the thing about the AGM and the looming exams until the next entry. Too much things in one entry to process it all!! And I'm getting sleepy and tomorrow I have got my first lecture for the summer term which starts at 9 am!! Argh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114583898259815946?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114583898259815946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114583898259815946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114583898259815946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114583898259815946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/04/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry, Be Happy'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114545494976193972</id><published>2006-04-19T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:55:49.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions Nitemare!</title><content type='html'>As you can see, this blog of mine is going through a makeover period which will last until who knows when... everything is all over the place basically. Hence!! If any of u guys see like... the shoutbox overlapping the entries (cheers Azraai!!) or stuff like that... please don't hesitate to tell me off for it okay?? And include your screen resolution if you can be bothered to check it up. Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114545494976193972?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114545494976193972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114545494976193972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114545494976193972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114545494976193972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/04/resolutions-nitemare.html' title='Resolutions Nitemare!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114532446350533589</id><published>2006-04-18T02:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:43:53.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been kidnapped!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Literally I was!! But ofcourse there was no ransom for me. Hehe...nahhhh, ok what happened was...today was my birthday!!! And I was like you know...living the moment just when the clock strikes 12 midnight and I'm suddenly 22. What a hugemongest number...but anyway! In came Azizah with with this scarf from Tierack ready to kidnap me! But being a very polite kidnapper, she let me get dress first, so that was alright with me hehe. Right, then she took me for a spin around Unite House and I must say she is nowhere near the top 10 list of real good kidnappers. Infact, I think she should go to Kidnappers School and start back in first grade =p Anyway, I was lead this way and that way (blindfolded all the while) with whispering in the background (yes Azizah had her minions with her!) and I very nearly fell down a flight of stairs (see...she's not a very good kidnapper..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But finally! After like....10 minutes of really not covering much ground (we were literally going round in circles) I was led into this room......and....SURPRISE!!!!! There were all this screaming and popping of party poppers thing. And flashes of camera ofcourse (my friends are very good papparazis). I opened my blindfold..and they were all there! Azizah, Asnida, Farah, Anis, Asmah, Hanan and Nane. It's so......touching really! I have never really celebrate my birthday with an actual party...this is the first time I think! So yeah..it was nice for me. We started off with a cake on the table...its 1/4 eaten. Hehe..I wonder who took that 1/4. Then Farah took out a tiramisu (my favourite dessert in the whole wide world) with 22 candles on top. I managed to blow out the candles without setting the fire alarm off or spluttering all over the tiramisu. Pheww!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that we had our usual banter... you know, making fun of each other while eating a LOT OF FOOD! That's the general hanging out thing that we do in Bristol. Hannan was hillarious as usual. The rest joined in the fun..So overall, I had a massive fun time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool stuff...right, after all that..I think I'm going to turn in....it is so wayyyyy past my bedtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nite all!!&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/9218719-114532446350533589?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114532446350533589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114532446350533589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114532446350533589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114532446350533589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-been-kidnapped.html' title='I&apos;ve been kidnapped!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114514900864572360</id><published>2006-04-16T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:15:32.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Song!!!! Tombo Ati by Opick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay first of all....it's in Jawa and Bahasa Indonesia..Hence!! I have very little idea of what this Opick guy is talking about. But I'm loving it! Opick sings a lot of nasyid stuff. As I am only beginning to find out...oh yeah, and he's cute (I think..!!). Hehe... Right here's 2 titles from his album.. what was it...?....oh yes, Istighfar. Google him yeah...&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tombo Ati&lt;/em&gt; &lt;-- Luverly song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/em&gt; featuring a cute little girl called Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114514900864572360?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114514900864572360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114514900864572360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114514900864572360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114514900864572360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/04/favourite-song-tombo-ati-by-opick.html' title='Favourite Song!!!! Tombo Ati by Opick'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114509862671123441</id><published>2006-04-15T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:14:20.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Amazing Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assalamualaikum and peace to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yup, life is indeed amazing. I mean, I do moan and b*tch about stuff... I'm not perfect, but in the end, you've just got to stop doing all these negativeness and start thinking about what you've got or gained. Like I mean...this week I've experienced a lot of misunderstandings with people, stress and lack of motivation. It's seriously depressing... I mean, I want to like..just for a day, let go of all the work and stuff and concentrate on me. Like, I want to go out and enjoy the sunshine and cook dinner and watch my fave video podcast... you know stuff that like that. But I end up doing the exact opposite... thinking too much about one particular problem, increasing my stress level by chucking all my work to one side and lay in bed looking up at the ceiling and de-motivating myself by just sitting here in my room. If I really think about it...I'm blessed with a lot of things. For example right... I've got cool girlfriends that always stand up for me. All I've got to do is pick up the phone or knock on their door..have a lil chat, and I feel alright again. Its amazing that they can always pick out the brightest things out of my dark and gloomy feelings. They're cool... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I've got two beautiful people as parents. I used to fight a lot with my mum (back when my hormones jump around in Brownian motion). But now we're tight. I love her to bits. And my dad is the bomb. He's cool about a lot of things and gives me a lot of freedom in how I want to live my life. Love him to bits aswell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See... I have so much that I should be proud of and bersyukur about. Remind me people if I start to lose my head and whine uncontrolably!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;~small breather...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right about my BRAND NEW passion yeah.... video podcasts!!! It is the next best thing to torrents..believe me! I've only subscribed to one channel though. Its called "Photoshoptv with the Photoshop guys" (go figure cause I'm an adobe freak =p). And its absolutely free! (I am also an official freebie freak hehe...). They've got amazing tutorials and tips and stuff. And I'm just loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next thing on my mind... my best friend Linda got me into listening to this streaming radio thing.. its from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misgonline.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.misgonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Go check it out. It's got tons of nasyid from a wide variety of people, much to my liking surprisingly. And you can do instant requests. There's this one nasyid from Saujana and Nowseeheart... and its in Japanese!!! I MUST HAVE IT!!! Unfortunately its so brand new... there are no mp3 rips of it..hehe....I must start supporting the Nasyid scene soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right last thing...EXAMS! Round about a month away, I've got tons of things to do plus courseworks. And I keep bumping into things that make me don't want to sit down and do work. This has got to stop AISYAH!!! Hopefully I'll start doing it later this afternoon...insyaAllah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool beans, that's all the update I have for today. Tune in next time for more! hehe... oh yes.. I must remind myself to have a shoutbox thing like the rest of the bloggers in this world... see yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/9218719-114509862671123441?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114509862671123441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114509862671123441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114509862671123441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114509862671123441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-amazing-life.html' title='This Amazing Life'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114349915671046884</id><published>2006-03-27T23:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:41:17.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a royal banter on love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This thing is so cool and is going test my nerves and my truthfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stole it off-ilyn-off-alifah!!&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Do u believe in soulmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most definately.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Why is it hard to let go of someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because...you've spent every second of your life with him/her and suddenly being ripped apart would be kind of a hard thing to go through.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Why do we cry after a break-up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good question.....I guess....because it hurts damn it!!!&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Who will you choose: the man/woman who is the center of your world or the man/woman who gave the world to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can I not choose? Those two options are sooo not what I'm looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xb8.xanga.com/0fac511013c3144441534/b117475.gif" target="xangaphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Are you good in hiding your emotions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty good I reckon.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Why do we need to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To love is to share and achieve a sense of fulfilment in all the things you've struggled to reach.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Being single or being taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't understand this question. I'd rather be taken than mop around in a room being sad about myself. That's wasting precious daylight!&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. What's so nice in being single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm single now...so, it's nice because I can stop having a compulsive disorder of checking my email/messengers/mobile every 2 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Ever cried infront of a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not infront...through a phone..hmmmm.....basically all you can hear of me is "sob... sob... sob... ". Wasting precious daylight again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x9a.xanga.com/550d67e44453044508890/b8762330.gif" target="xangaphoto"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10.Most painful thing said by a loved one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I want to be single now" and I'm like.....#%&amp;amp;!($*(**!!!&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. Most painful thing did by a loved one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dumping me? Hehe....&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. How do you cope with a breakup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no freaking idea. It's all a giant blur to me.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. Describe love in one word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trust (how cliche..)&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. What's ur ideal date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinner. Him cooking home cook food. Candlelight. Babyface in the background. Talking about sweet nothing... &lt;em&gt;~sigh&lt;/em&gt;&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. How do you spend a day with a loved one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photoshoot!! That'd be great.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;16. Can lovers be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's bordering on the impossible. Can be done I guess.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;17. Is love lovelier the 2nd time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes according to a friend of 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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;18. Are you the type of person who expects too much from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;19. What things/qualities that deceive you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not making contact with other chicks. It just gets me every time.&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;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;20. Do you believe that 1st love never dies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You gotta be kidding...mine died off a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114349915671046884?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114349915671046884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114349915671046884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114349915671046884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114349915671046884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/having-royal-banter-on-love.html' title='Having a royal banter on love'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114210455462688541</id><published>2006-03-11T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-12T07:54:32.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Nadie the Diva!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been dragged to Nadie's place an hour early from a play that we were supposed to go to. I am now going to officially kill her for dragging me away from my thyristor lab report (NOT!!!). She's a sweet girl really, when you actually ignore her behaviour disorders. =P Alright!!! I'm off to sing a Hindi song now..!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a photo of us trying to kill 1 hour and 15 minutes..... Nadie's a natural drama queen =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/nadie_me_darkness_reducedquality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/nadie_me_darkness_reducedquality.jpg" 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/9218719-114210455462688541?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114210455462688541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114210455462688541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114210455462688541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114210455462688541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/nadie-diva.html' title='Nadie the Diva!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114191159655546139</id><published>2006-03-09T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:10:18.783Z</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh freakin heck, yesterday I was bombarded with a whole load of questions about Malaysia from a friend of mine, Shenal. The conversation initially started quite normal, ya know... about the weather, our never ending courseworks and stuff. And then I can't quite remember how but the conversation shifted to where my home is in Malaysia. Here's how it basically went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I've been tu Kuala Lumpur (pronouce in a mat saleh slang =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah??! How come almost every Sri Lankan I know have been to KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (Ignoring my question) So do you live there? At the twin towers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Erm no. I live up north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Where's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Near Penang (pronounce Penang in a really mat saleh slang =P I'm so poyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: OH PINANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Shenal! That means to woo someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Really? So....do you live in a rainforest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: ........Shenal, I live in a semi detach house. No one lives in a rainforest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Really? Do you live by the sea then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: No, my home is really far inland. Asnida lives in Penang by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: But don't you live in Pinang aswell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Well no. I live on mainland. A bit far off from Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shenal&lt;/strong&gt;: So that's near the sea right? Then you can always look out the window and shout over to Asnida in Pinang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Shenal! Have you gone completely out of your mind. There's a whole stretch of water between the mainland and the Penang island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Really? I always thought you could just go out of your house into the rainforest, pick fruits from the treas. Catch animals and then go for a swim in the sea and catch some fish.... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: .............Shenal. I'm speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadie buts in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh Aisyah, you do actually live between the twin towers right (*winks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Erm...yeah sure! I live like on the bridge between the towers. I camp out there when its a sunny day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shenal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Really??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (*raised my eyebrows in surprised wonder) Shenal!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehe. Shenal is hilarious. But basically... people from the outside world thinks we live in the rainforest wearing loincloths, pick fruits from trees, shoot wild animals for meat and swim in the sea all day. Its so freaking fuhhnnyyy!!&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/9218719-114191159655546139?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114191159655546139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114191159655546139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114191159655546139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114191159655546139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114168386049260209</id><published>2006-03-06T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:24:20.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Bear with me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Patience dear friends!! This blog is going to look dead, dead.....dead horrible for a few days..weeks, months even. Trying out my rusty skills =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114168386049260209?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114168386049260209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114168386049260209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114168386049260209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114168386049260209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/bear-with-me.html' title='Bear with me!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114147309057305469</id><published>2006-03-04T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:42:01.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Rasadhi's Mehendi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/ras_mehendi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/ras_mehendi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rasadhi's Mehendied hand!!! Way cooler than mine =)&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/9218719-114147309057305469?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114147309057305469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114147309057305469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114147309057305469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114147309057305469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/rasadhis-mehendi.html' title='Rasadhi&apos;s Mehendi'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114126463571599275</id><published>2006-03-02T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T01:57:15.756Z</updated><title type='text'>My Mehendi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/mehendi_blog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/mehendi_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please ignore chubby hands and messy bed&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cool eh?? =P I had my hand done with henna a.k.a. mehendi this evening with Rasadhi at the Global Fiesta that the Student Union held. I had it done at the Hindu Society stall. I was actually dead, dead...dead tired but I promised Rasadhi to go and glad that I did!!! This one is much better than the last one I had done before. I have no idea which design to chose from because there's like a kazillion on display at the stall. Could have chosen a better one...but hey! I've only done it 2 times in my whole lifetime. Rasadhi's one was wicked cool. Will post a picture of her mehendied hand if I can snap it tomorrow... Then I went to the Chinese Calligraphy Society stall. Got talked into being a member for next year (I'm such a push over...) and I had my name written in chinese. And here is the result.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/chinesename_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/chinesename_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today has been altogether tiring and fulfilling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/9218719-114126463571599275?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114126463571599275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114126463571599275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114126463571599275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114126463571599275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mehendi.html' title='My Mehendi!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114125036180954557</id><published>2006-03-01T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:00:39.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Click at own risk!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tsunamiwang.com/index.html?ref=syafiqmz" target="browser1"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/logo_tsunami.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just because I have nothing better to do right now...up there is a banner link that might interest some people. Clickety click!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-114125036180954557?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114125036180954557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114125036180954557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114125036180954557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114125036180954557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/03/click-at-own-risk.html' title='Click at own risk!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114080165472757227</id><published>2006-02-24T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:20:54.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Syafiq</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_7585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/200/IMG_7585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_7627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/200/IMG_7627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_7629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/IMG_7629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right... So this guy wants his picture on my blog for some reason. So here is your picture on my blog Syafiq... happy? So a lil bit about him, I've known him since forever, nothing he has done or will do will ever surprise me. He's a good guy I guess. And that is as far as I will go to actually complimenting him... =P He likes taking photographs and he's kinda good at it I suppose... boleh la... (another compliment!). Hope to see him this summer and try a little bit of go-karting. Though people must be warned that I'm not a very good driver!&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/9218719-114080165472757227?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114080165472757227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114080165472757227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114080165472757227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114080165472757227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/02/syafiq.html' title='Syafiq'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-114065721527872671</id><published>2006-02-23T01:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:15:15.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Need Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had no idea second year is going to be hectic like this... Or is it just me and my procrastinating habit? Like at this point, I have this group project designing a chip for detecting a peak in a stream of data (ok, I wont go into details) and tomorrow (well today technically) I have this maths test on partial differential equations. It seriously feel like organic chemistry to me, vague and up in the air. AND I have to revise for all the lectures I have missed at the cause of my C programming coursework which I've sent in last week. GIGANTIC RELIEF!!!! And oh yeah... I went to Cardiff last weekend for a Malaysian Night thing. Was incredibly entertaining on my saturated mind. I did some last minute shopping before going to Cardiff which Azizah thought was hilarious because........ I did the shopping 2 hours before leaving Bristol to go to Cardiff!! Was worth it I think. I bought a super cute gold dinner bag from Dorothy Perkins and one of those sleeveless cardigan. It's in cream and matches everything which is just what I need!!! Going shopping again to Swindon this weekend (hopefully!!), might splurge on a formal coat because everything I have is just so street casual and going to dinners prove to be a great dilemma for me. Alright, need some sleep. Going to give this generic looking blog a makeover soon. &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/9218719-114065721527872671?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/114065721527872671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=114065721527872671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114065721527872671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/114065721527872671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/02/need-air.html' title='Need Air'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-113944842820898613</id><published>2006-02-09T00:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:27:08.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright then..........so now I'm basically up to my head with C-programming. I had a desperately long 2 months full of anguish and despair!!! That's the truth really, though I think I enjoy what I've done during those 2 months. For example right...the instance the winter holidays started last year, me, Azizah, Asnida and Adam went off to Manchester to go to this course on bussiness. I have not the slightest idea why I went there. Just to chase away the Bristol air I guess. It went alright. We were comfortably plopped in a hotel. Nothing posh, just appropriate for a day or two of "bussiness". Then I chilled out at my Aunt Yus and Uncle Azlan's place in Manchester. Ofcourse, I didn't call them Aunt and Uncle exactly. They're nice people anyway. Wouldn't mind going over to their place again! We had a bomb of a time. Went around Manchester, visited Yus and Azlan's friends who are really cool. They're mostly young married couple and I want their sort of life!! It's so blissful going around town with your husband and spend to your heart content on plastic credit card. Anyway, after Manchester, I got back to Bristol only to face a ton of work and a Satay Night to organise. Writing reports basically ruled my life during that holiday, and trying my hardest to put together the Satay Night. I don't know how many nights I went without sleep. It's still going on now. Nights where I just don't sleep I mean. So I had like...3 reports to do. 2 have been sent off. One still refusing to be finished. The first one was about amplifiers. I liked that one actually. The other one was about frequency responses. I did that in the space of 2 days because I basically forgot all about it and had a mad rushing moment to get it done before the due date. Blimey!!! I very nearly collapsed of exhaustion then. After that was 2 weeks of putting together the Satay Night. It was a nightmare to put together. Oh yes, forgot to mention that I also had to cheograph dance steps and train the junior girls to dance. That was exhausting aswell. But I did that pretty early so it didn't bother me that much. When lecture starts, me and my Malay Cultural Society got together to tie up some lose ends to our Satay Night. There were just too many things to do!! I could lose my mind if I do that all over again. But you know...you have to have a lightheartedness when you organise this sort of thing. It's just completely useless to get obsessed about it. In the end, the show ends and you have to get on with your life. So yeah..coming up to the last week before Satay Night. Most of the tickets have been sold. Posters have been put up. VIP's confirming to come. Dancers well prepared....But I have not gotten around to put together a presentation that I filmed with the junior guys and girls!! There was like 3 days left. I slept for only 3 hours each day. But I didn't feel the exhaustion. Must be the adrenaline that keeps me going. I don't think I panicked, but I was really concentrating on getting things done. Which was not easy as there are always some miscellenious things that creeps up on me and takes me by surprise. Then there was the eve before Satay Night. We had Manor Hall (that's where we had the Satay Night), booked from 7pm until 11pm. It was a huge nightmare!!! Everything was all over the place, I couldn't properly rehearse the show with the performers. I just keep getting frustrated as I couldn't rehearse with them and decorate the hall at the same time. Okay...I was trying to be bionic woman and get everything done at the speed of light. Ofcourse that failed me instantly. In the end, I got the performers together with the MCs who gave them a run through of programme, told the performers everything is going to be alright and that hoped feverishly that we could pull it off without a final rehersal. It was a huge gamble, but I took it. That night, all of us had to go over to the guy's house in 143 Cromwell Road to skewer some satay. I went over ofcourse but I told them I had to get some sleep or I will definately fall asleep the whole of the next day. No one complained which was a great relief to me. But I only slept for 4 hours, waking up at 4am to take over the work from them people that had stayed up the whole night. So I continued their work and at 8am I promptly left the house to get to Manor Hall and get the PA system running. I had the junior guys come over at 10am to carry the huge speakers and PA system and things from the Student Union to Manor Hall. I was so drowsy with sleep, I don't know how I stayed awake. I think I made a whole load of dumb jokes to keep sleep away from me. It works sometimes for me. But anyway, when we had the speakers to Manor Hall, I found myself staring at a huge pile of boxes with wires stuck in them. Sorting it all out took another 3 hours. I was so relieved that the performers had come over to give me a hand. After that I had to go down to Broadmead to buy some stuff that we forgot to buy earlier.  That was wasted time, then I had to rush back to my place, get the CD that contained my film, grab my dress, stuff them into my backpack and rush like a madwoman back to Manor Hall. 4 hours to go. The hall was a freaking mess, ladders on the stage, floor unswept, some decorations still not up and my film not giving me any love. Nadie, Ras, Badut and Acap was there. They helped a lot. Setting out the tables with the dinner plates and spoons and stuff. I was still fighting with my film. But it seemed good at the end. Alright...its already 6pm. The guests are about to arrive. To my horror, the VIPs came the earliest!!! We explicitly told them that we would be receiving them at 7pm but today is a day full of work, so I didn't really felt bothered about it. Oh yes, I haven't yet changed into my dress. The VIPs were like "Aisyah! You're not going in there with shirt and jeans are you?" I felt all hot and embarrased. But there were so many last minute things to do. Finally the junior girls shooed me away to get dressed. I went to Azriana's and Efty's room to get changed. I hadn't ironed out my dress properly. It was all crinkly but I hope the lighting wouldn't give that away. I had no jewellery or make up. So I just made a really pitiful face and asked Azriana to do my make up. She was like a mak andam!! I had not the slightest clue about make up and that make up experience was way cool! Anyway after that I basically tore down to the hall in my high heels and when I very nearly reached the door, I made myself stop running and did that thing when you calm yourself down and walk in aroom with confident steps and a huge smile. I didn't feel that way ofcourse, but it made me more relaxed. And then the show begins.................But!!! That's another story for another time. It's surprising how relieved I feel right now to get all that out...weird. &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/9218719-113944842820898613?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/113944842820898613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=113944842820898613' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113944842820898613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113944842820898613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-113486558171733470</id><published>2005-12-18T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:27:46.726Z</updated><title type='text'>New Fotopage!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't believe I have actually signed up for a fotopage... It's so lame!!! But that'll keep my pals knowing that I'm still alive =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://haysia.fotopages.com/"&gt;haysia.fotopages.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-113486558171733470?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/113486558171733470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=113486558171733470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113486558171733470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113486558171733470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-fotopage.html' title='New Fotopage!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-113071135949691183</id><published>2005-10-31T07:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:17:24.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Afryea's 21st Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/afryeasbday.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/afryeasbday.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/afryeasbdayassorted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/afryeasbdayassorted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally an update....my flatmates and me had a lil' birthday party going on this evening...It's for Afryea (Please refer to picture yeah..) It was cool!! We ate till we felt sick, had conversations about binge drinking in the UK (I have no idea what's going on there....I just watched in fascination). Serienna made the cake which was extremely delicious! Its got bits of chocolate chips inside, icing sugar on top and was straight out of the oven. I just bought crisps =P Yeah, yeah...I'm a lil bit lazy today. May Lin got the drinks (Juices alright! I don't do alcohol). Louise got the present, card and candles...Azizah was the photographer. She got much nicer shot than I did..I must brush up my photographing skill. Lydia ain't here. She's back home somewhere in Wales. We should have a flat photoshoot soon. I don't have that many shots with them. So yeah!! I absolutely enjoyed it just now! Ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/9218719-113071135949691183?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/113071135949691183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=113071135949691183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113071135949691183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113071135949691183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/afryeas-21st-birthday.html' title='Afryea&apos;s 21st Birthday!!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-113041156289063235</id><published>2005-10-27T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:15:06.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All about my big brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's some stuff about my non-biological big bro, Aizat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Been there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;2. Looked out for me&lt;br /&gt;3. He's hot! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;4. Have loadsa faith in me&lt;br /&gt;5. Have loadsa faith in himself (I think this is his best nature)&lt;br /&gt;6. Pro driver....or something like that&lt;br /&gt;7. Each sentence must include a word that has to do with cars&lt;br /&gt;8. Erm....couldn't think of anymore. &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;Hehe, there's more in my head. But I'll stop here for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's pictures of him that I knicked off of his web cam. Hehe...jangan marah Aizat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/aizat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/aizat1.jpg" 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/9218719-113041156289063235?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/113041156289063235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=113041156289063235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113041156289063235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113041156289063235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-about-my-big-brother.html' title='All about my big brother'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-113025394726271298</id><published>2005-10-26T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:25:47.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry excuse for an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, I have NO updates. Life is going alright. Kinda hectic with labs, lectures, friends and being VP and all.......Hari Raya is like, next week, and tomorrow I'm going to bake cookies!! Like a good little girl scout that I am. Me and my friends are so geared for Raya. Just now in maths lectures we were passing around Raya cards so that we could sign them and send them back to our teachers in Malaysia. My Hungarian, Sri Lankan and Chinese mates were like "What are you guys doing?" =P We're so surrounding them with Malaysian things. I even got the Hungarian and Chinese to join in Bristol's Malay Cultural Society. Apparently they love the food!! I managed to drag them and some other non-Malay friends to our iftaar, to break fast together. And I've cooked for them chicken kurma. I know it doesn't amount to much, but I hope they know that I appreciate them for being my best mates here. Oh yeah, getting back to the Hari Raya mood.....I'm sooooo going to skip next Thursday or Friday! 1st Syawal falls on one of those days. So yeah, I think I will skip lectures and classes. Alright, I'm outta here.&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/9218719-113025394726271298?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/113025394726271298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=113025394726271298' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113025394726271298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/113025394726271298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-excuse-for-update.html' title='Sorry excuse for an update'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112924726223377146</id><published>2005-10-13T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:54:10.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Lame Self Photo :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, alright....everybody's doing it. So it's an excuse for me to do it too. When you have a camera, there's not really many pictures of you. This should compensate for it.....actually I think its pretty lame. But I do lame things all the time...so why not go all the way. My scarf always goes squinty now a days.......its freaking me out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/320/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-112924726223377146?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112924726223377146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112924726223377146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112924726223377146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112924726223377146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/1st-lame-self-photo-p.html' title='1st Lame Self Photo :P'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112898560158382559</id><published>2005-10-10T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T00:09:09.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's some pictures of my room. I know it doesn't actually breathe the aura of a funky chick...but hey, its home. Feel so homesick these couple of days. Called my mum this evening. Miss you maa! (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_01361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/IMG_01361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lying on bed looking at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/IMG_01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hardcore studying goes on here... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close up of hardcore studying place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4730/662/400/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My trusted new camera (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-112898560158382559?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112898560158382559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112898560158382559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112898560158382559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112898560158382559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112841643021401019</id><published>2005-10-04T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:00:30.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Bristol!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything is topsy turvy. But my bedroom is looking alright...kinda. I haven't manage to drag my computer to Unite House (that's where I'm staying) and as a consequence my flatmate Azizah has to put up with me for a while cause I'm using her pc constantly. Here's a bit of news, last weekend I managed to slice off the tip of my left pinky finger. It bleed all over the place (I was at my guy friends' house at that time, slaving in the kitchen). And the bleeding just wont stop, I should have phone the blood donation helpline and let them have the blood. But anyway...the sight of the blood just suddenly releived my tension. It was weird. Its like I'm having these psychotic wanting to draw blood from myself. I've heard about this kinda fetish from somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right...Its the first day of fasting. So Ahlan Ya Ramadhan!! Don't have anymore updates. Have to go to a store and return a crappy desk lamp i just bought for 15 quid last week. Gahh!!&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/9218719-112841643021401019?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112841643021401019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112841643021401019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112841643021401019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112841643021401019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-in-bristol.html' title='Back in Bristol!!'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112693214220615516</id><published>2005-09-17T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T05:42:22.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>Seriously drained. Should sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-112693214220615516?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112693214220615516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112693214220615516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112693214220615516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112693214220615516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/09/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112654379626641720</id><published>2005-09-13T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:53:04.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah....short day today. Woke up so early, got to work so early...got back so late. Felt hungry but can't be arsed to eat. Feel so tired but don't want to go to bed. My room is a place I want to avoid. Going back to Bristol next week but haven't done a single packing activity. Tons of work to do, but again...cba. I feel like when I go back, I'll bring back this feeling that I've been carrying around forever, of just wanting to chuck everything out the window. I should be in bed by now...but when I get there I'll be tossing and turning. Doesn't sound so good. I'll just wait here till 1 a.m. and start to get a move on. I know I'll be dead tired by tomorrow..that's what you get when you give in to depression and stuff. I just want to stay home for a while. Catch up on myself. Why am I so selfish. This ain't right. I can't bare to imagine how it'll be like back in uni. Its just scary to think that I'm going to feel like this all year through. I've been through one year of it and it just drains me out. I want to feel good, but it's just not happening. Crap..I'm so scared, I feel like I'll lose control of my bladder at any moment. I really, really need an exit. An outlet or something. To get all these bottled up feelings out of my chest. Maybe I need a shrink. Only 14 minutes to go before obligations sets in and I just have to make myself go to sleep. I'm just wasting my mum and dad's money by being online every night. Maybe I should just go. I'm rambling way over the limit now...&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/9218719-112654379626641720?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112654379626641720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112654379626641720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112654379626641720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112654379626641720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/09/short-day.html' title='Short Day'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112617364070439690</id><published>2005-09-09T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:02:23.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I've got feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't let the title deceive you. I'm not about to get all sentimental or anything. Its just that...I've been reading some blogs right.... and all they ever talk about is being lonely, breaking up with someone once, twice, three times...mourning cause the love just aint there..stuff like that. Yet, I don't really feel obliged or even inclined to pour my heart out over the internet. Sometimes I just have to take a sec to just wonder why I don't show these things. Right now I don't even know if the feelings even exists. I think I'm a seriously bad judge of character. I can't tell the difference between a liar and a straight to the bone kinda person. Things like that just passes by me and I start presuming things. And most of the time it ends up in a disaster. I don't even see it coming. It just hits me in the face and I black out. Then I wake up with a long term amnesia and the cycle repeats itself over and over again. Kinda like the 50 First Dates movie. Yeah, for sure I'll mourn and wear black outfit and stuff....I am but a human. But I can never figure out where I've gone wrong. I tell myself, tis only thy strange immagination child and claim insanity...&lt;em&gt;*sigh&lt;/em&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/9218719-112617364070439690?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112617364070439690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112617364070439690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112617364070439690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112617364070439690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/09/suddenly-ive-got-feelings.html' title='Suddenly I&apos;ve got feelings'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112593199288861116</id><published>2005-09-06T06:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:06:36.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning right...I went to Lam Wah Ee Hospital. To get an MRI scan. It seemed kinda scary yesterday, cause I was imagining this giant white capsule with a collosal magnet going round and round it. To start things off...I completely forgotten to bring the MRI pre-report that was supposed to get me into the MRI imaging room as fast as possible. But ofcourse I forgotten all about it. So I just ended up on having to wait for the doctor to come before I can get a move on. After explaining my lack of memory to him, I finally got a copy of the report and went straight into the MRI room. It looks like an ordinary x-ray room...if you don't open the door to the actual MRI chamber. Anyway, I had to strip and put on the one piece tunic you would usually get at hospitals. It was green and had no straps. I had to hold it together with my hands. The person in charge was a cute chinese guy..so that was alright. Hehe. Then I went into the MRI chamber and I feel like a space caddette. There's a big white tube along the centre of the room and then there's like a protruding plank along it's middle which was the thing you were supposed to lay on. It's quite comfortable actually. So I climbed up and lay completely still. The chinese guy put on a chest plate and neck braces on me and if I was claustraphobic...I would have died an instant death. It was put on so tight!! And to top things off, he put on these earphones attached with tubes....I feel like Frankenstein. Then he covered the bottom half of me with a blanket cause it was kinda cold. Air conditioned and all. He pushed some buttons and the bed moved inside the big giant white tube. He told me to shut my eyes, and for good reasons. Even with my eyes shut, there's a really bright light around me. Could have gone blind. First..there was just this humming sound, I guess from the vibrating magnets. I've learnt a bit about MRI from a-levels (^_^). Then, it went techno. And I mean, IT REALLY WENT TECHNO. It was like a techno disco inside. No wonder they put the headphones on people. The humming of the magnets constantly changes and lasts up to five minutes for each techno song. But........believe it or not, I nearly nodded off to sleep twice. Shows how much of a techno fan I am. I had one and half hour of that. I thought it'd never end. My whole body was going sore from holding a Snow White (I wish) sleeping position. The session ended, thankfully. My neck and ears were real numb. Told the guy that.....just a quick chat up line. Couldn't resist it hehe. My dad was waiting outside and was like, "what took it so long?" Well dad..................&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/9218719-112593199288861116?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112593199288861116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112593199288861116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112593199288861116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112593199288861116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/09/mri_05.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112592667570676408</id><published>2005-09-03T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:28:12.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering in KLcentral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sitting in the Klcentral waiting area, you know, the one on the ground floor. I'm all by myself ofcourse. Typical me. But anyway, I'm waiting for Liyana to come pick me up. Haven't seen her for ages. But anyway, I'm starting to stare at people, and faking an eye disorder is not one of my abbility. So I better do something distracting, like writing. So alright....the scene around me is kinda hectic. There's a man walking infront of me with only a singlet on, jeans really worn at the ankles and sharp, pointy cowboy boots. Ahahaha, he caught me watching him..better look away before he comes up to me and ask what my problem was. Hmm.............there's a group of indian teenagers nearby. Romancing I guess...sort of in a verbal orgy. It's like a Tamil movie. Girls dress to kill...guys in full blown machoness. I half expect them to break into a song and dance in a couple of minutes....ahhh, Liyana called. She'll be here in 5. Gotta hit the road.&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/9218719-112592667570676408?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112592667570676408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112592667570676408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112592667570676408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112592667570676408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/09/pondering-in-klcentral.html' title='Pondering in KLcentral'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218719.post-112539386230290538</id><published>2005-08-31T01:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T04:44:57.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>routine</title><content type='html'>6.25 am  Woke up with an absurd headache and an annoying pounding at the door aswell as the alarm bell going off mercilessly.&lt;br /&gt;6.26 am  Spaced out and ignoring the annoying pounding at the door and the merciless alarm bell&lt;br /&gt;6.27 am  Looked at the clock and thought......"#*%$&amp;^%!!!! I'm freaking late!" Swear to self never to play online games until way past midnight ever again.&lt;br /&gt;6.28 am  Took off PJs, brushed teeth, washed face and took a shower in record time&lt;br /&gt;6.40 am  Sprint upstairs, did prayers and picked out an outfit randomly&lt;br /&gt;6.41 am  At bottom of stairs, forgot to pick out a scarf, sprint back upstairs and snatched anything that's red in colour&lt;br /&gt;6.42 am  Sprint downstairs and into bedroom&lt;br /&gt;6.44 am  Put on outfit, ditched make-up and throw handphone, wallet, pen and notebook into bag. Not forgetting a telekung as well.&lt;br /&gt;6.47 am  Snatched a sandwich, screamed at my brothers to get a move on, and rush out to the car.&lt;br /&gt;6.48 am  Don't have time to chew sandwich...swallowing it will just have to do. Open car, shove everyone one in, start engine, adjust seat, adjust rear-view mirror, put on seat belt and reverse!!&lt;br /&gt;6.50 am  Already on the road, feel a little bit of relief, panick gone, don't even mind at my brothers fighting behind in the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;7.00 am  Got to main road without much hassle, get honked at several times because of driving too slow in the morning rush hour........the road is only for 60 km/hour you freaks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7.15 am  Arrive at brothers' school, popped the luggage compartment, hussle out brothers' bags, created brothers' first public humiliation for today by kissing 'em. Ha!! Its called family love dont ya know!&lt;br /&gt;7.30 am  Got to office, sat down and think about what I actually did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;7.32 am  Found out there's a ton of work that's not finnished but feel too sleepy to hit the ground running&lt;br /&gt;7.33 am  Already nodding off to sleep. Woken up every 2 minutes by the office door opening and closing.&lt;br /&gt;8.00 am  Try to stand up and start working.....but can't even concentrate on opening eyes. Must sleep............~~damn you online games&lt;br /&gt;11.00 am  Woke up in a cold sweat (for the second time this morning..). Looked at watch and curse in foreign language. But feeling fresher after sleeping so time to hit the ground running.&lt;br /&gt;11.05 am  Already full steam ahead. Running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything scheduled for today done.&lt;br /&gt;1.00 pm  Achieved almost 50% of work potential for today. Must eat.&lt;br /&gt;1.03 pm  Got in car, drive to brothers' school to pick them up. Switch on radio and sang along to Aretha Franklin. Haha! I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;1.30 pm  Got home, ate, drank, chatted for a bit with grandparents and left for work again. &lt;br /&gt;2.00 pm  Got to office, ready to face whateva might come next.&lt;br /&gt;2.05 pm  Already running around like a headless chicken again. Finds a lot more work is waiting to get done.&lt;br /&gt;4.30 pm  Seriously feels like fainting. Sit down infront of pc and go to blog.&lt;br /&gt;4.32 pm  Write blog, erase blog, edit blog, check email, no email.....dang. Alt-F4 cause hate empty mailbox. Surf deviantART, laugh at dorky jokes online, curse at wars and annoying celebrities on CNN, Alt-F4 everything cause its time to go home. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;5.00 pm  Driving with serious care in evening rush hour. Got honked at again, its 60km/hr....told you people I'm not going over that limit...freaks...&lt;br /&gt;5.20 pm  Arrive at home, throw all bags on bed, head to kitchen and ate like a starved mule.&lt;br /&gt;6.00 pm  Put on really old, sort of torn clothes. It's for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;6.03 pm  Go to back of house, collect painting equipment. Going to paint brothers' room blue today.&lt;br /&gt;7.00 pm  Finally done!! Covered from head to foot with blue paint. Will take approximately...........forever to get it all out.&lt;br /&gt;7.05 pm  In shower, making the toilet tiles blue, and the walls, and the pipes, and also the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;7.30 pm  Finished showering and hosing down the bathroom. Time for dinner even though feeling seriously full from tea just now.&lt;br /&gt;8.00 pm  Retire into room. Can't move anymore..must..lie..down..stomach..too full..need help...~&lt;br /&gt;8.30 pm  Feels better, go upstairs to chat a bit with mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;9.00 pm  Time to switch on pc and get online. Usual stuff..check email, ofcourse...tis empty. Logon blog, erase blog, edit blog...check up on deviant friends, browse around friends fotopages, edit pictures, finish up club's newsletter and finally...........get caught by online games. Here we go again..&lt;br /&gt;10.00 pm Still playing.&lt;br /&gt;11.00 pm Its still early..carry on playing.&lt;br /&gt;12.00 am Hmmmm............10 more minutes&lt;br /&gt;1.00 am Its one already...didn't notice, don't and won't care if will wake up seriously late again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;2.00 am  No way...that's enough!!! I'm falling all over the keyboard. Just switch off the pc already!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.01 am Hit the bed with a giant flop, going to be late again tomorrow..curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat routine as necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9218719-112539386230290538?l=haysia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/feeds/112539386230290538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9218719&amp;postID=112539386230290538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112539386230290538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9218719/posts/default/112539386230290538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haysia.blogspot.com/2005/08/routine.html' title='routine'/><author><name>aisyah patthi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16481258492536498188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
