<?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-1797139062471900697</id><updated>2012-03-04T00:14:45.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daydream nation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-7553857743702956314</id><published>2012-03-04T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T00:14:45.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We The Kings + We Are The In Crowd live in Kuala Lumpur!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=252657374819362&amp;amp;set=a.216200178465082.54851.216194765132290&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw7GFfiIaak/T1JApkHM5xI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Qx_DcuLqbSc/s400/POSTERRRR.png" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup! The rumours are true! &lt;i&gt;We The Kings&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;We Are The In Crowd&lt;/i&gt; are coming to &lt;i&gt;Malaysia&lt;/i&gt; this coming &lt;i&gt;May&lt;/i&gt; for a live concert featuring &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; bands, We The Kings are headlining for now. The ticketing details and venue will be announced &lt;i&gt;soon&lt;/i&gt; so be patient and it will soon come to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, tell your friends, your family or anyone who is a fan! This is an event no concert/music lover would want to miss! There are gonna be a few other acts which are local and will soon be announced as well. Just hold your horses! Save up your money, don't worry it won't be that expensive haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The concert is organised by our very own &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/TalentHarvest"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talent Harvest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, don't forget to like their facebook page for updates on the concert. Also, if you follow me on twitter I'll be posting some updates too! Share the poster around, post it wherever you want, give em to your friends in the media if you know some. That is all for now! Keep an eye on their facebook &amp;amp; &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/talentharvest"&gt;&lt;i&gt;twitter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you have anything to ask, kindly tweet me or ask on the comment box&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheers!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-7553857743702956314?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7553857743702956314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/03/we-kings-we-are-in-crowd-live-in-kuala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/7553857743702956314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/7553857743702956314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/03/we-kings-we-are-in-crowd-live-in-kuala.html' title='We The Kings + We Are The In Crowd live in Kuala Lumpur!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw7GFfiIaak/T1JApkHM5xI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Qx_DcuLqbSc/s72-c/POSTERRRR.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-4337158300820749835</id><published>2012-01-19T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:56:10.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the point?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9UCaJnNQ88/TxfMdz4knvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AEEkEaBKsBs/s1600/woman+logic.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9UCaJnNQ88/TxfMdz4knvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AEEkEaBKsBs/s1600/woman+logic.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't get it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-4337158300820749835?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4337158300820749835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4337158300820749835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4337158300820749835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-point.html' title='what&apos;s the point?!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u9UCaJnNQ88/TxfMdz4knvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/AEEkEaBKsBs/s72-c/woman+logic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-6132550021514262536</id><published>2012-01-19T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:34:01.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts! Concerts! and more concerts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2012 is starting off with a bang. Lots of concerts announced early this year and it's only January! So far a a few bands have performed such as Simple Plan and Foster The People. But there's more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The most anticipated Rockaway Festival 2012 is coming soon and acts are yet to be announced, they've brought us a banging show last year with international acts like Story Of The Year, All Time Low and my all time favourite The Used. This year will be nonetheless a rocking one I predict. Rumours are swirling the internet about the acts that are going to play at this year's Rockaway, bands like Taking Back Sunday, D.R.U.G.S and many others are rumoured to be a part of the line up. Whoever they're bringing, I'm super stoked about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8oa43IR1dc/TxfGmmzpkGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DomwcnVoQcM/s1600/388090_295321593839467_291538320884461_839199_669242666_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8oa43IR1dc/TxfGmmzpkGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DomwcnVoQcM/s320/388090_295321593839467_291538320884461_839199_669242666_n.png" width="106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another awesome music festival about to hit Malaysia is the Future Music Festival hailing from Australia, Malaysia was lucky enough to be chosen to represent Asia for Future Music Festival. Artists like Gym Class Heroes, Chemical Brothers and Cosmic Gate are expected to perform in Sepang along with other artists which are not yet confirmed (they better be good or I'll have to cut a bitch). My friends and I are self proclaimed &lt;i&gt;concert junkies&lt;/i&gt;, which means we love to go to concerts and enjoy the music and company we have. If we have the money and time, we'll most probably go to a certain concert haha. However the annoying crowd may get on our nerves a time or two. Mostly the annoying fangirls who are just there because of the 'cute band member' of their 'favourite band' LOL so far here are the people that are coming down to Malaysia to perform; Jessie J, Sum 41, Dashboard Confessional, Gym Class Heroes, Chemical Brothers, Underoath, and if there's more I'll update. Oh and I'm super duper extremely excited for St. Jeromes Laneway Festival which is in Singapore, the main reason I'm excited is because I get to see Feist &lt;b&gt;YEE HA! &lt;/b&gt;So if you see me around at a concert, don't be shy to say hi ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xo, syaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;too lazy to write more LOL&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/1797139062471900697-6132550021514262536?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6132550021514262536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/concerts-concerts-and-more-concerts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/6132550021514262536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/6132550021514262536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/concerts-concerts-and-more-concerts.html' title='Concerts! Concerts! and more concerts!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8oa43IR1dc/TxfGmmzpkGI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DomwcnVoQcM/s72-c/388090_295321593839467_291538320884461_839199_669242666_n.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-8688875029690462898</id><published>2012-01-16T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T02:14:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;now, who would give such a name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;does he/she not have a single dirty thought in mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvd4cI2lG8M/TxMXVrLcyeI/AAAAAAAAAdE/i3ZPXr8tgLI/s1600/41000_483909559061_703144061_6915159_501431_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvd4cI2lG8M/TxMXVrLcyeI/AAAAAAAAAdE/i3ZPXr8tgLI/s320/41000_483909559061_703144061_6915159_501431_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-8688875029690462898?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8688875029690462898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-who-would-give-such-name-does-heshe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8688875029690462898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8688875029690462898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/now-who-would-give-such-name-does-heshe.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvd4cI2lG8M/TxMXVrLcyeI/AAAAAAAAAdE/i3ZPXr8tgLI/s72-c/41000_483909559061_703144061_6915159_501431_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-1337680983708233305</id><published>2012-01-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:50:38.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a break, have a Kit Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r1kQFCKqlAg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy! like! subscribe! xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-1337680983708233305?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1337680983708233305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/1337680983708233305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/1337680983708233305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/break.html' title='a break.'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r1kQFCKqlAg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-7927539736311868038</id><published>2012-01-03T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:19:11.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/McEr8p6TKOk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-7927539736311868038?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7927539736311868038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/tune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/7927539736311868038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/7927539736311868038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2012/01/tune.html' title='tune'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/McEr8p6TKOk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-8562225476159985651</id><published>2011-12-13T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:29:28.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; On 10th December, I was offered a last minute job to interview One Night Only. I've been a fan of One Night Only for quite a while now. Weird enough, before I knew they were coming to Malaysia I was strangely addicted to their songs and listened to them almost everyday. Then about 2 or 3 weeks ago my sister told me they were coming to Malaysia, I thought it was fake because the poster looked very cheap as if it was made by an amateur graphics designer. To be honest I think I could've done better with the poster LOL. But turns out it wasn't fake at all, on their website it stated that they were scheduled to perform in Malaysia on the 11th for free at the Bukit Kiara Indoor Arena, same place that MGMT performed. They also held a free autograph session, this was all indeed awesome. Probably one of the most random things to happen, the other weird thing was that they were gonna perform with Tomok out of all people. That was probably why I thought it was fake. Oops. Turns out they were doing some shit for Coke. So on the day of the autograph signing, early in the morning I was checking out my twitter and a guy offered me to interview the band because he was apparently busy and had to skip the interview. I jumped the opportunity and took it. It was my first ever job and I got to interview One Night Only, how freaking awesome is that right?! I brought my sister along with me for some back up which I clearly needed. When we were interviewing them I went completely blur, words kept coming out of my mouth that I didn't want to say. It was like word vomit. The boys were oh so very nice (&lt;i&gt;and so tall I felt like a midget&lt;/i&gt;). Mark, the guitarist did most of the talking along with Dan. The other members were a little quite, especially Jack. I think Mark did a little eye flirting with me at some parts LOL (&lt;i&gt;I'm serious&lt;/i&gt;). Jim wore a silk shirt that reminded me a lot of Pink Floyd. After the interview we took pictures and had a little chat with their manager who seemed very intrigued with my sister's Instax camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ktxJe4eVOQ/TuYqhhYWHcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jMZbNX4VdyQ/s1600/asjdhasd.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ktxJe4eVOQ/TuYqhhYWHcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jMZbNX4VdyQ/s320/asjdhasd.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT5oaX_X7Ok/TuYqjHrp0NI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Pq7OslXBBz0/s1600/ONO.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MT5oaX_X7Ok/TuYqjHrp0NI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Pq7OslXBBz0/s320/ONO.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;After the interview we went straight to The Curve to have lunch and meet up with our friends. The cab from One Utama to The Curve was &lt;b&gt;fucking RM12&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM12&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM12&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM12&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM12!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;WTF right? Mahal gila babi ok. Anyways, we met up with our friends Huixian, Emily, Lily and their other friends. There wasn't that many people there, probably because we came very early at around 11am. People started showing up at around 1.40pm as the autograph session was at 2pm. My guess is there was about 50 people there for the autograph session, some of us got personal pictures with the band which was&lt;i&gt; suh-weet! &lt;/i&gt;Met them for the second time that day and they remembered us from the interview session. Even the manager remembered us. After that we went to get their autographs, our friends went crazy because they got to hug the &lt;i&gt;almighty English sex god, George Craig&lt;/i&gt;. The first person to give me their signature was Dan. Dan oh Dan, such a sexy lad. And the fact that he was a bass player added to his sexiness &lt;i&gt;(I have a slight thing for bass players)&lt;/i&gt;. Huixian went all giddy and gushed so hard when she was talking to George. In her words "she got lost in his eyes" LOL. After the session was over, my friend Huixian couldn't stop talking about how gorgeous George was and how she loved his big blue eyes. All the while I was excited that we were finally gonna watch New Years Eve! One of the reasons I was excited was because Zac Efron was in the movie. I freaking love that man. He's such a good actor, and such a fine piece of ass :p The movie was &lt;i&gt;okay. &lt;/i&gt;It was kind of boring until they showed the bloopers which made the movie a lot funnier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppS93TFpYBY/TuYrZqU8AwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NynqJRRTacs/s1600/8f1ea4b4232f11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppS93TFpYBY/TuYrZqU8AwI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NynqJRRTacs/s320/8f1ea4b4232f11e19896123138142014_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzpEiXhp-Xo/TuYrB8cNa9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/s0NINLFWEuA/s1600/asdasfas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzpEiXhp-Xo/TuYrB8cNa9I/AAAAAAAAAcs/s0NINLFWEuA/s320/asdasfas.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The next day was the day of the concert, I had a wedding to attend so I couldn't come early to the venue with the others. The security team for the event were some familiar faces as we've met them at previous concerts we attended. Outside of the arena they had some sort of carnival where they sold food and shit. While Huixian and I went to scavenge for food, some guy was talking on the microphone and saw Huixian and asked her if she wanted to buy apam. Huixian had no idea what an apam was and they guy just want and said in the microphone out loud "Dik, meh sini ada jual apam! Do you know what an apam is? this is what we call apam". Funny shit right there. Emily and Lily were constantly being harassed by a group of rempits who kept saying hi to them. I was used to that shit but they weren't, and we told them about rempits and their annoying habits. When the gates opened there weren't many people in the arena. It was only about 2 lines and everyone was sitting down. Then they started giving out free coke, they need to do this more at concerts. A bunch of acts started to perform, we barely know some of them but we kept our patience. After about 4 or 5 acts, ONO took the stage and performed Say You Don't Want It. We dance throughout the song and they boys saw our awesome dances. I started getting tweets from people saying they saw me on TV which was quite embarrassing. I don't really like being on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44JK8v070Us/TuYrA2YgfKI/AAAAAAAAAck/u98h35ijxe4/s1600/123.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-44JK8v070Us/TuYrA2YgfKI/AAAAAAAAAck/u98h35ijxe4/s320/123.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIIYiJej1jQ/TuYrDFm2EzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qiCXSgGmE3k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-12-13+at+12.23.51+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cIIYiJej1jQ/TuYrDFm2EzI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qiCXSgGmE3k/s320/Screen+shot+2011-12-13+at+12.23.51+AM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; After that they performed Can You Feel It with that little cunt Tomok, they performed the commercial Malay version first then they performed the original version. We expected more songs, turns out they only played 2 songs which was quite depressing. One Night Only was actually Two Songs Only..... sob..... Right after they performed we went straight out to the back entrance and waited for them to leave. When they left in their van, they started waving at us but we couldn't see shit through the black glass. When they got closer we waved back and I had a little hand on glass moment with Dan. I felt a little magic there..... LOL just joking. After all that crazy, we went back home...... The End......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Will post full interview tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;xo, syaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-8562225476159985651?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8562225476159985651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-night-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8562225476159985651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8562225476159985651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-night-only.html' title='One Night Only'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ktxJe4eVOQ/TuYqhhYWHcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jMZbNX4VdyQ/s72-c/asjdhasd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-6377327558347051321</id><published>2011-12-07T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:21:44.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life. it isn't all that bad. some may call if cruel. others make it a chance to make things better. But do we all see that life can be taken from a person in a blink of an eye? We are blinded by greed and ignorance we miss some of the most important things. We think as if taking it away will make things better. Ignoring it all. Shoving it in the corner. Giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;life is not cruel, people just misuse it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-6377327558347051321?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6377327558347051321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/6377327558347051321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/6377327558347051321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-5554311980367245153</id><published>2011-12-04T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:30:04.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ever since spm, I haven't really been very active. I've always wanted to go jogging in the morning by a like, go rock climbing, go hiking, play futsal. I consider myself a very&amp;nbsp;outdoorsy and active. I love sports or any activity outdoors. But spm has taken a toll on my time, now that it's over I can do all the stuff I wanted to do! Going to go play futsal tomorrow with my friends and you're welcome to join under one condition; you're not a creepy stalker who wants to see boobies jiggle L-O-L. But I'm being serious. I hope I get to do all these stuff now that I have the time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;xo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;syaza&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/1797139062471900697-5554311980367245153?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5554311980367245153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/12/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/5554311980367245153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/5554311980367245153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-1623886461588943368</id><published>2011-11-29T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T18:39:01.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this twitter thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;lately people have been so hung up on twitter that they forget their real life, they focus more on their virtual life more than do their own. Most teens probably have a twitter account and i bet you do too. But there are limits to social networking, social networks are made to connect everyone from all over the world with each other with a click of a button but society has misused the internet and turned social networking into well, social bullying. That's just one part of the problem, a lot of people think they have the fucking right to invade someone's privacy just because they put themselves on the internet. Still doesn't give you the fucking right though, just because you think you're cooler than others doesn't mean you can talk shit about them and tell the whole world. Yeah sure you have hundreds if not thousands of followers reading your every line,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;"just because something needs to be told doesn’t always mean it needs to be heard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You telling everyone that 'this cunt is a bitch' doesn't make you any less of a person than him/her. If you start talking shit about people, you better damn expect people to talk shit about you too. It's just karma. What goes around, comes around. Another thing, your followers aren't everything you know. Don't act as if losing a follower is like losing a limb. That person has a right to unfollow you if they want to, it's their own fucking decision. You can't force a person to follow you! It's like forcing them to eat manure if they want chocolate cake. That was a tad bit disgusting but you get the point. I mean come on, people complain on and on about people spamming your timeline but you just post an indirect tweet because you don't have the balls to take action. If you don't like it, &lt;b&gt;UNFOLLOW THE DAMN PERSON! &lt;/b&gt;Ain't that easy? It's just one click away from complete timeline serenity... But then again, this is twitter, the whole purpose of if is for people to update on what they're doing and some other shit, so you gotta expect people to spam your timeline of their daily doings. Honestly, to me what annoys me the most is not the spamming, but the content of their tweet; &lt;i&gt;sappy love tweets about your boyfriend/girlfriend 24/7, trash talking 24/7, boast about your wealth on your twitter and posting pictures like it's a fucking catalog, talking shit about the opposing team on match night, tweets that is pretty obvious you want people to retweet etc..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Same goes for facebook, if you don't like it that some bitch is spamming your news feed with pictures of her in various poses, just unsubscribe from them! SIMPLE. If you hate all this spamming stuff, shut the computer/mobile phone/iPad/some other techy gadget and go eat a bowl of cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-chewy.&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/1797139062471900697-1623886461588943368?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1623886461588943368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-twitter-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/1623886461588943368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/1623886461588943368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-twitter-thing.html' title='this twitter thing.'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-3833136077131927779</id><published>2011-11-22T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:29:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;you know what I hate the most? &lt;b&gt;thieves&lt;/b&gt;. I don't care what you steal, whether it's someone's wallet, some pocket change, a pen, or even someone's life. I don't care if you're that desperate or that poor, I was in a rough patch once and I didn't steal some other person's belongings. I'm guessing some of you know that I lost my phone recently while I was sitting for my &lt;i&gt;Pendidikan Islam&lt;/i&gt; exam. What an awful time to steal, right after you've studied about 'Dosa-dosa besar' and 'Iman Mutiara Hidup', a person would be ignorant enough to do such a thing. Even though that person is rich as fuck, it still doesn't give you the fucking right to take from another person. Even in love, you can't just steal another person's heart, you have to earn love. I guess the world is even more fucked up than it seems to be. I'm just hoping there are still decent people left on this god forsaken planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a disappointed human being.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: to the person who stole it; I hope you fail your spm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-3833136077131927779?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3833136077131927779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/11/stolen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3833136077131927779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3833136077131927779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/11/stolen.html' title='stolen.'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-3757806601339609234</id><published>2011-10-12T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:51:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Used</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Last week was one hell of a week. My sister and I were on the Street Team Crew for Rockaway and we had to sell tickets for them. &amp;nbsp;I spent hours and hours on the internet trying to promote our ticket sales on twitter, tumblr, facebook and other sorts of places. The reason why we were so determined to sell tickets was that if we sold a specific amount of tickets we would get to meet The Used. How can I begin to explain my love for The Used? Let's start with this, I've been listening to them ever since I was in sekolah rendah when my sister first let me listen to The Taste Of Ink. Little did I knew I had fallen in love with the band, this love lasted until now. I still am a big fan and always have been, just the thought of them finally performing in Malaysia was surreal. And I never thought I would get to meet them! I even had my first ever super duper celebrity crush on their guitarist, Quinn Allman. Let's just say that I was crazy obsessed with him. His hazel eyes &amp;amp; that gorgeous blonde hair, I mean come on, he's a beautiful thing isn't he?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYttqa3MrsQ/TpV7UcfxiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j9VW1ThW4yk/s1600/hbvpv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYttqa3MrsQ/TpV7UcfxiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j9VW1ThW4yk/s1600/hbvpv.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Since then I know every single song from every single album they've ever released. My personal favourite song is I Caught Fire. That song was beautiful, the melodies, the lyrics, just the whole thing to me was fucking amazing! Years have passed and I finally get to see them perform live right before my eyes. Ticket sales were hectic as fuck. But in the end we managed to sell about 130+ tickets which was a hell of a lot of tickets. After all that hard work of selling tickets it was all fucking worth it. I got to meet my favourite band of all time. That day of the meet &amp;amp; greets we went to their soundcheck and I got a little sneak peek of what was to come the next day. We had to watch from a very far distance because they were still working on the stage &amp;amp; the whole thing. Oh and did I forget to mention that they didn't bring their own guitar so they had to borrow my guitar for the show? I brought my guitar that day because Rahul was in need of a Taylor Cutaway which coincidentally I had. Thanks to my dad for that haha. When I heard Bert say 'alright, we're gonna go with On My Own right now' and I immediately turned around and I saw Quinn strumming my guitar. My jaw dropped and my eyes glimmer with joy. I know, I sound like a psychotic person who saw the sun for the first time, well it's pretty much equivalent to what I was feeling that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After the soundcheck we headed out for lunch, then we went straight to the Palace of The Golden horses where the bands were staying and they were having a press conference there. When we arrived at the lobby we bumped into Bert and Quinn, but I was too star-strucked to even utter a single 'hello'. Quinn looked at me for a second then went to the counter. My knees were shaking as if I was some sort of saltshaker. After that we met up with Nikolai who was one of the organisers for the event, he brought us to the conference room where they were about to have the press conference. There I saw a bunch of familiar faces, some of my friends too. Rahul told me that my guitar was with the band in their room and they loved it. A smile just stretched across my face, just the thought of them touching it makes me tingle haha. About 5 minutes in waiting, Bert, Quinn, Jepha, their manager/handler, Dan and his girlfriend walked passed us and I saw their manager/handler holding my guitar and bringing it with them to a room across. When the conference started they had an impromptu performance with, you guessed it, my guitar! HAHAHA sorry, just a little excited. At some point in the conference one of the interviewers asked them if they had learnt any Malay words, Bert just went "umm, Pukimak" and the whole room started laughing like mad including myself. Such a prick that man :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After the conference we had to wait for almost an hour and a half to meet them. When we finally went in the room to meet them, my hands and feet started to shake as if I was about to fall off a cliff. The first person I met was Bert, he was such a nice dude, very down to earth too. I asked him to sign my Artwork CD cover and he drew a little alien like thing on it. He was about my height though he did lifted his feet a little when we took a picture together LOL. Then I met Quinn. Quinn oh Quinn. After all these years I finally get to meet my first crush, though with a slight balding spot on his head. How I wish he had his longer blonde hair back. But what to do right? he's a married man now LOL. He was such a sweetheart, he talked to us for a while and even asked my sister what lens she was using. After that I met Jepha, he's a really nice dude, when I asked to take a picture, he instead took the camera and asked us to pose so he can take a picture of us. He noticed my sister and I looked alike and asked if we were related which we obviously were haha. Then I met Dan, who was a little more quiet than the other members, he was with his girlfriend the whole time so I felt kind of awkward talking to him. They even went to the bathroom together LOL k.... Afterwards we took pictures with the whole band but Jepha went to take a crapper so he was MIA in our picture. I told Quinn that he was using my guitar and he said that "it's a sweet guitar! I love it! Thanks" and I smiled the whole time. I even gave them all I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;MY&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;so Quinn and Bert asked for my name, I said "Syaza" and Bert just went and shout "SYAZA!! Thanks so much!". Though it was brief, it was priceless. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Matt Asti's (MGMT), Jeremy Davis' (Paramore), Quinn Allman's (The Used), Alex Gaskarth's *pixie's* (All Time Low)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The day of the concert was super hot, I don't even know how some people could wear sweaters and super thick wool beanies to the concert. We waited for about 10 hours for The Used to perform and when they did I was smiling the whole time. They played lots of old songs and I was such a happy child. When they were about to perform their last song which was On My Own, I shouted to Quinn "Hey Quinn! Nice guitar!", he immediately looked at me and waved, I told him I wanted a guitar pick so he pointed at me and threw it to me. But unfortunately it got lost in the rain because it bounced off the barricade. I still think one of the guards took it thought... But thankfully, Rahul took a guitar pick of The Used for me :) We met backstage and he passed me my guitar and that little souvenir he got for me. It was such an awesome night which I will never forget. I still haven't changed the tuning of my guitar that Quinn used. I know. I'm weird. But what the hell?! It's a once in a lifetime opportunity! Thanks so much Livescape and the people at Rockaway! The people who bought our tickets! My parents! This was the best two days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;syaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-3757806601339609234?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3757806601339609234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/10/used.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3757806601339609234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3757806601339609234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/10/used.html' title='The Used'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYttqa3MrsQ/TpV7UcfxiiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/j9VW1ThW4yk/s72-c/hbvpv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-8336302396846006321</id><published>2011-09-26T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:33:34.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockaway Festival 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockawayfest.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6PgAikLwKs/ToBgEsnLhbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/IGH22cTaNbM/s320/286654_287595404597083_254555647901059_864739_1254380949_o.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;hello there! I'm guessing most of you have heard of the upcoming rock festival &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Rockaway. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well, it just so happens that I'm selling tickets as a part of the Street Team Crew! And it gets better, I'm selling them just a tad bit cheaper for &lt;b&gt;RM85&lt;/b&gt;! I know it's not much, but it's less than the original price of RM88 :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The reason why I want to sell the tickets so bad is because if I sell a certain amount of tickets, I'll get to meet my all time favourite band, &lt;b&gt;The Used&lt;/b&gt;! They've been my favourite band ever since I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;darjah 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; okay LOL so it would mean the world to me if you guys helped me achieve that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do me the kindest favour of spreading this to your friends and family and see if they're interested! Not that it matters to you or anything, but if you buy from me I promise to give you a big warm hug when we meet for the ticket pick up! &lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o if you're interested, do contact me via &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SyazaNadhirah"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Syazanadhirah"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; or even &lt;a href="http://uncomfortablydumb.tumblr.com/ask"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and we'll deal the rest there! here are the details;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Event&lt;/b&gt;: Rockaway Festival 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venue&lt;/b&gt;: Carpark A, Bukit Jalil, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price&lt;/b&gt;: RM85&lt;i&gt; (original price is RM88)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ticket Pick-Up&lt;/b&gt;: KLCC &lt;i&gt;(other places are negotiable)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks for tuning in!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo, &lt;b&gt;Syaza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/1797139062471900697-8336302396846006321?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8336302396846006321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/09/rockaway-festival-2011.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8336302396846006321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8336302396846006321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/09/rockaway-festival-2011.html' title='Rockaway Festival 2011'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6PgAikLwKs/ToBgEsnLhbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/IGH22cTaNbM/s72-c/286654_287595404597083_254555647901059_864739_1254380949_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-8669488586691025673</id><published>2011-09-25T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:51:58.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;just a little video expressing my thoughts on people wearing&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;unnecessary glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/WTPpKEmOYZU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WTPpKEmOYZU?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WTPpKEmOYZU?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-8669488586691025673?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8669488586691025673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-little-video-expressing-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8669488586691025673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8669488586691025673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-little-video-expressing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-4460082302444469852</id><published>2011-09-20T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:51:48.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gejala Emo mula menular" what in the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm sure most of you have read the article posted by Kosmo! earlier today. I for one think that the article is complete and utter bullshit. First off, they completely misinterpret the whole meaning of emo. according to Wikipedia,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a style of&amp;nbsp;rock music&amp;nbsp;characterized by melodic musicianship and expressive, often confessional lyrics. &lt;/i&gt;It does not mean songs that pushes teens to slit their own wrists and commit suicide. These ignorant people seem to think that Emo is some sort of cult that consists of depressed teens having free sex, taking drugs and apparently to Kosmo! drinking their own blood. I'm sorry but this just seems a little too far off for me, their take on 'emo' reminds me of a weird B-Rated movie which should not be in production in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luCGeO8jm2Q/Tnh1R6dEejI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mDk7Vs-DMHc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+7.12.30+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luCGeO8jm2Q/Tnh1R6dEejI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mDk7Vs-DMHc/s320/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+7.12.30+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and their example of how 'emo' is a bad influence to teens is this ridiculous picture of a photo album titled "&lt;i&gt;Emo Kisses&lt;/i&gt;" on some random person's facebook. I mean c'mon, excuse me sir but &lt;i&gt;emo&lt;/i&gt; is a music genre in which musicians express their emotions through a song. what you're showing us are just posers who, just like you, do not get what emo &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; means. Your obvious stupidity, ignorance and laziness reflects on this horrendous article simply because you want to cause a stir in the media since it's so close to the big Rockaway Festival (which features emo bands The Used, All Time Low and Story Of The Year). Please don't simply google 'emo' and look at the pictures and give your own take on it when you don't even understand it. Emo songs don't always relate to death and misery, most emo songs are about love and life and their struggle through the hard times. That is emotion. A&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;complex psychophysiological experience of an individual's state of mind and these artists are just merely expressing them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Then they go and give examples of emo bands such as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;My Chemical Romance, Jimmy Eat World dan The Promise Ring. It's pretty obvious that the writers are trying to point out that music from the states are all bad influences to the teens here. And their take on the style of emo bands is apparently the style of a drag queen who's got it bad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Penampilan kumpulan Emo mudah dikenali kerana mereka biasanya memakai celak di mata, gaya rambut panjang dan berwarna menutupi sebahagian daripada wajah mereka selain berseluar ketat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yes, I agree that My Chemical Romance may dress like that in some point in their existance but Jimmy Eat World? The Promise Ring? are you fucking blind? or.... I just don't know what to say. These people really need to do some real research on the music scene in general. I listened to emo bands like My Chemical Romance &amp;amp; Jimmy Eat World too but I didn't ever thought slitting my own wrists. I'm still living aren't I? Their music didn't damage me, in fact some of their songs are quite inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"just do your best, do everything you can.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"yesterday Is not quite what it could've been, as were most of all the days before. But I swear today with every breath I'm breathing in,&amp;nbsp;I'll be trying to make it so much more" - &lt;b&gt;Relient K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And this particular sentence truly shows how shallow, misunderstood and just plain silly this article is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Sambil itu, mereka mula menghayati mesej membunuh diri berdasarkan lirik-lirik lagu berkenaan dan ada antara mereka mula mencederakan diri masing-masing dengan senjata tajam ketika mendengar lagu itu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ya Allah, yang ni tak tahan HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I mean come on, HELLO, YOU ARE ON PLANET EARTH. Snap back to reality please, I beg of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;let's face it, we're all getting tired of the media&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Syaza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-4460082302444469852?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4460082302444469852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/09/gejala-emo-mula-menular-what-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4460082302444469852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4460082302444469852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/09/gejala-emo-mula-menular-what-in-world.html' title='&quot;Gejala Emo mula menular&quot; what in the world?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-luCGeO8jm2Q/Tnh1R6dEejI/AAAAAAAAAZA/mDk7Vs-DMHc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-09-20+at+7.12.30+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-4480018465879237120</id><published>2011-06-23T18:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T00:31:44.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;plastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. something we're all familiar with. it's all around us, we use it everyday, whether for take-out, throwing out trash and even to get flies away from food at the local food stall. But what we all don't realise is that &lt;i&gt;plastic&lt;/i&gt; is around us more than we know, such as in the people we know, called 'friends' and especially in strangers. It amazes me how people can be so fake and just lie about things thinking people won't find out. All lies will be overshadowed by truth eventually, it's just the matter of time. I don't get how one can tell so many untruthful things just to get attention from others. People may not know this but they're lying to themselves a lot more than they are lying to others. Wearing fake contact lenses, telling people you're not malay (I've seen this crap everywhere), changing your name to some American/European name just to make you look 'cooler', telling people you have this and that and all sorts of bullshit. This is what makes a person so fake, so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;plastic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. God made you who you are and it's your responsibility to accept that. No matter how hard you &lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;to be someone else you'll still be what you are, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;Just me answer this,&lt;i&gt; if you can't accept yourself for who you truly are then how do you expect others to accept you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;apa nama....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;syaza&lt;/b&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/1797139062471900697-4480018465879237120?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4480018465879237120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/plastic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4480018465879237120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4480018465879237120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/plastic.html' title='plastic.'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-3191727982556248385</id><published>2011-06-19T22:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:23:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna be the Ramona to your Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so I've taken up a new hobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwR7Rr6L8EI/Tf4RcUGQjkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Kz4LUPFI9R8/s320/33672d7f086b4ef288e7496dee4ddd17_7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619948563133926978" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdvzaJyWTxE/Tf4RpruUwdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4bbW2pbjFrE/s320/4623b68c47d44212a9c6e5cac72e8244_7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619948792814289362" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--7E1VI7rCmc/Tf4R2dZNycI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kkDisEHW2d4/s320/961e7dda5d2e42f39c07bee94f884fff_7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619949012305955266" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t-nM7ZnAIKY/Tf4SK6xfeJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qmg7gwgXSLs/s320/aa66fb55aa224c38af7562ffe8b320b7_7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619949363789789330" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfwv4-PLkgU/Tf4SWQBGKpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/S4xo58TN-Qk/s1600/e269f570d9b54bbab459fd6a465686ce_7.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfwv4-PLkgU/Tf4SWQBGKpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/S4xo58TN-Qk/s320/e269f570d9b54bbab459fd6a465686ce_7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619949558470945426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-3191727982556248385?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3191727982556248385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanna-be-ramona-to-your-scott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3191727982556248385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3191727982556248385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wanna-be-ramona-to-your-scott.html' title='i wanna be the Ramona to your Scott'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UwR7Rr6L8EI/Tf4RcUGQjkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Kz4LUPFI9R8/s72-c/33672d7f086b4ef288e7496dee4ddd17_7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-3202768750577601881</id><published>2011-06-19T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:19:46.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was it a dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;this morning I woke up with the weirdest yet very cool dream, I dreamt I had met Tomo, Shannon, and Tim from 30 Seconds To Mars. The dream started out abruptly with me standing at the front row of their concert, leaning towards the steel barricade separating me &amp;amp; the stage. Then out of the blue the band went out and the first to come out was Jared but I had no such contact with him except for a picture we took together. Then Tomo, Shannon &amp;amp; Tim came out, they ended up playing Kings &amp;amp; Queens and I find myself jumping up &amp;amp; down aggressively as if I was on some sort of drug. After they had finished playing that song they stopped for a break. It was weird because they stopped just like that, then Tomo came to me and talked to me. A few minutes after that Shannon &amp;amp; Tim came and joined in the conversation. I ended up taking pictures with the three of them and Tomo gave me his Setlist because there was something wrong with it. Then he got hungry so he ordered a plate of Chicken Chop which he shared with me. I ate all his french fries....... because I like french fries.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The dream gets weirder as I exit out the door to my left into a Super Market like room. I immediately went to the cheese section and got me some gouda then I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;told you it was weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;it would be very cool if it really did happened though LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;until the next dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;PROVEHITO IN ALTUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;₪ ø lll·o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-3202768750577601881?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3202768750577601881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/was-it-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3202768750577601881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3202768750577601881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/was-it-dream.html' title='was it a dream?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-6977131997160684009</id><published>2011-06-04T01:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:23:39.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night melodies for the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;here's a little playlist to soothe your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1. radiohead - codex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;2. u2 - with or without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;3. lydia - all i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;4. one republic - say (all I need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;5. bon iver - re: stacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;6. pink floyd - hey you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;7. blind pilot - poor boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;8. ryan adams - dear john&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;9. fleet foxes - meadowlarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;10. broken social scene - sweetest kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-have a nice dream-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-6977131997160684009?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6977131997160684009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/late-night-melodies-for-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think that possibly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe I'm falling for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes There's a chance that I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fallen quite hard over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've seen the paths that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eyes wander down, I want to come too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one understands me quite like you do&lt;br /&gt;Through all of the shadowy corners of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never knew just what it was about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;old coffee shop I love so much&lt;br /&gt;All of the while I never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've seen the waters that make your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eyes shine, now I'm shining too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because Oh Because I've fallen quite hard over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I didn't know you I'd rather not know&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: small; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of the while it was you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-5470023932947405293?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5470023932947405293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/definitely-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/5470023932947405293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/5470023932947405293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/06/definitely-maybe.html' title='definitely maybe.'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-723510838784676201</id><published>2011-05-31T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:04:37.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;my friends and I had a longboarding session at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;Taman Metropolitan Kepong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;last weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;I didn't do much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;I just skated around and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;filmed some stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;while they did all the dangerous stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;so here's the result of one hell of a weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24357889?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00f088" width="420" height="236" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/1797139062471900697-723510838784676201?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/723510838784676201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-friends-and-i-had-longboarding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/723510838784676201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/723510838784676201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-friends-and-i-had-longboarding.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-9209835391869239032</id><published>2011-05-21T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:58:03.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes 30 seconds to get to mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: small; "&gt;so the rumours are true. 30 Seconds To Mars is indeed coming to Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;After seven years of waiting to see them live it's finally here. Just two more months until I see complete awesomeness. Words cannot express how excited I am. When I first found out about their confirmation I literally shouted and jumped all around while my friends were just staring at me, so did the other kids but I couldn't care less. When I got in the car I continued with my daily activity of listening to them and can you believe it... I actually cried listening to Kings &amp;amp; Queens. And this all happened partly because of this facebook page I made early last year requesting them to be brought here. after all those years of yearning and anticipation they're finally coming and I bet I'm gonna have the time of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;PROVEHITO IN ALTUM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;₪ ø lll·o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1797139062471900697-9209835391869239032?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-4990529225282973578</id><published>2011-05-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:32:46.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did someone say Chewbacca?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my impersonation of Chewbacca from Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="410" height="337" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PHjAEmWCkv8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-4990529225282973578?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4990529225282973578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-someone-say-chewbacca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4990529225282973578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4990529225282973578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-someone-say-chewbacca.html' title='did someone say Chewbacca?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PHjAEmWCkv8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-7380133445950162916</id><published>2011-05-16T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:57:09.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how can they even allow this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I puked in my mouth just a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="390" height="322" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FORnVdMqjnA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-7380133445950162916?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7380133445950162916/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FORnVdMqjnA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-3272638596018034771</id><published>2011-05-15T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:39:27.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;have I told you I make videos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21292294?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00f0a8" width="380" height="214" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/19479568?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00f0a8" width="380" height="214" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/19083218?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=00f0a8" width="380" height="214" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-3272638596018034771?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3272638596018034771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3272638596018034771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/3272638596018034771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-pictures.html' title='moving pictures'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-8892730583528246719</id><published>2011-05-15T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:24:17.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syaza who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;some of you must be wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why do i see this girl all over my twitter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;where the hell did she come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all your questions are about to be answered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;well not all... maybe some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;     I was given the name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nursyaza Nadhirah Binti Ahmad Marzuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am the youngest of 5 siblings which consist of my 2 brothes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Zikri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and my 2 sisters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; who is my twin older by one minute. People get confused by our names so easily because our names are practically identical; Nursyaza Nadiah, Nursyaza Nadzirah and myself Nursyaza Nadhirah. But they just call my twin Jia and my other sister Nadia. On December 28th 1994 I was born about a minute after my sister at 7.45 PM @ Pantai Medical Centre, Kuala Lumpur. I was a pretty small baby and I was bald but my sister had lots of hair on her head. I was given the nickname &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby No Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by my family members because of that. That name grew out of me once I started to grow hair and now I have long straight beautiful hair. SUCK ON THAT GUYS LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;     Ever since I was a kid I've loved hanging out with boys because I clicked more with them. I loved Hot Wheels and video games, never liked Barbie dolls. Every time I got a Barbie as a present I ended up cutting it's hair and drawing moustaches on it. A rebel I was. But my pool of friends were pretty equalised, I had a fair amount of Guy Friends and a fair amount of Girl friends. I grew up in Bandar Baru Bangi. It was small back in the day but now it's pretty big and lots of people live here, not to mention we have McDonald's Drive Thru now HEHEHE. Being around my brothers really got me into music. I got my first guitar when I was 7, it was a pretty small guitar and I drew all kinds of shit on it. I even doodled my e-mail address &amp;amp; phone number just so if it got lost people can call me if they found it. The first song I learnt on the guitar was Sweet Dreams which I heard Marylin Manson play. My brother Zaki influenced me a lot musically, I grew up as a kid listening to bands such a Slipknot, Metallica, and System Of A Down. But it wasn't all rock for me, I loved pop music too since it was that kind of Era. The era of Britney Spears, 'Nsync, Christina &amp;amp; the Backstreet Boys. I knew pretty much all their songs even know I couldn't understand thoroughly what they really meant until now LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;    When I was 10 I started playing the drums, I never had a drum kit but my friend did so every time I went to his house I would just bang whatever song I can. A while later my brother got his own drum set so I started practicing a lot and I got really good at it. I've been playing em until now :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In sekolah rendah I played on the netball team as a Goal Shooter. I played for 2 years then I started High School and I grew out of it. I wasn't a very smart student nor was I a very dumb student, I was always in between. My favourite subject has always been English because it was the easiest for me, up until High School I started liking other subjects such a Science. I am now in Commerce class where we study about business and shit. I always got lectured by my teachers about my attendance. but that's pretty much it. When I was a kid I pretty much wanted to be everything. At one point I wanted to become a Professional Skateboarder because I've always loved playing Tony Hawk's Pro Skater and I idolised the man. When I told my sister all she had to say was "If you want to be a Pro skater you have to be really good or else you'll brake your bones and die". It wasn't very uplifting since I loved it so much but I was never very good at it. So then I turned to Directing, I've always wanted to direct commercials &amp;amp; music videos since I had all these ideas bottled up in my head and I just wanted to purge them all out like a broken dam. But then my mind played tricks and changed my ambition to Music, I wanted to study music and go to Berklee College of Music but then my heart went back to Directing and now I pretty much love it. I love making images move and combining them together with music making one hell of a video. I'm not great at it but practice makes perfect ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being born in the mid 90's had me growing up to things like Star Wars, Power Rangers and all that. I've always been a big fan of all these Sci-Fi things. Particularly Star Wars. I love Star Wars. I love it I love it I love it. I remembered the first time I saw The Phantom Menace I thought it was the coolest thing. I also loved Power Rangers, I would say Mighty Morphin was the best Power Rangers ever. Tommy was the coolest especially as the Green Ranger. I also started to dwell in the comic book universe when I bought my very first Superman comic book. After that I started buying more and more and loved it always. My favourite comic book superhero was and still is Superman, although there has always been a rivalry between Marvel &amp;amp; DC. My favourite Marvel Superhero is Gambit. He's the coolest ever, with his glowing red eyes and his kinetic energy and not to mention his fucking staff he uses in combat. And I also kind of like him because he's pretty hot for a comic book character :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what else to write about so I guess this is the end of this post. Until I have anything else better to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Princess Slaya :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1797139062471900697-8892730583528246719?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8892730583528246719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/syaza-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8892730583528246719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/8892730583528246719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/syaza-who.html' title='syaza who?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1797139062471900697.post-4346600338015863784</id><published>2011-05-03T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T16:12:11.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's been a while&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;last time I logged in was 2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so everything is all new to me again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for now, cheers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1797139062471900697-4346600338015863784?l=syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4346600338015863784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-while-last-time-i-logged-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4346600338015863784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1797139062471900697/posts/default/4346600338015863784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaza-nadhirah.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-while-last-time-i-logged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nadhirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557068986583057281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwUu7GVoqKU/TstrrciZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Xq25STXtv4I/s220/IMG_4674.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
