tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88051708824598261382024-03-06T01:05:23.932+07:00Safizah Safrisaffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-36087369641208425292016-08-15T17:33:00.002+07:002016-08-15T17:40:48.408+07:00How have you been A.<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">How have you been, A.<br /> Still in distress until today, you ignored me without explaining a word.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana"; font-size: xx-small;">Upset, but never was I mad at you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">IDK. What happened in between? </span></div>
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I'm just trying to move on from all of this. I cared for you A, I never called or bugged you during your work because of the not-so-strong-internet coverage, different working hours, but I endure because I know your nature of job.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana";">You promised to see me as soon as you came back. I waited for you to come home. I trusted you & I realised now that was a mistake. But its too late now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I feel like I've lost a friend. A friend I could tell anything about.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Who do I tell my sometimes-sucky-work to? or my beautiful morning breakfast?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana";">We shared a lot of things together. I still feel we could have been something. But I know its too late now.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;">I questioned myself each day A, why was it her that you chose?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I hope one day you'll come to your senses and explain to me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But in case not, you're not the person I thought you were. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana";">Good luck in life, A. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana";">I'll never forget you, thanks for being part of my life. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I missed you. everyday.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">(remember you said the same thing to me?)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">yours forever faithful.</span></span></div>
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saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-5788026791793611712016-07-29T17:31:00.002+07:002016-07-29T17:31:30.717+07:00J.K1. What a great unplanned weekend I had. This post only came out today (a Friday) as I was really busy with this incoming rig that I caught myself a few times forgetting to go to the loo. <br />
2. Idk how to describe how Saturday Midnight to Sunday Evening was, but it was one hell of a feeling. <br />
3. One thing is for sure, this is not falling on the idea of love, but I think I'm in love.<br />
4. But it left me with this curiosity on a girl named J, who called him twice straight. Could it be it? Another girl he is seeing at the moment? IDK.<br />
6. But the signals he is giving. <br />
7. Could this be one of those moments where He wants you to get hints ? Him. Showing His signs. <br />
8. I wish I can explain this situation, let alone decide what I should do. <br />
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Till then. <br />
Tootles.saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-70203219041431234172016-06-13T15:28:00.002+07:002016-06-22T14:35:18.516+07:00Self-Help Articles / PostsThe thing about self-help articles is that, you can very much relate your situation with the people who comment and share their stories there. <br />
Their experiences help us through click with ours. They speak a language only we understand because everyone is going through the same feelings, at different levels and situation. <br />
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Sometimes, their stories are even worse than ours, but it doesn't kill the fact that well, it hurts.<br />
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'And the worst of it all was that you weren't able to make him happy even though you did your best to make him feel special...' - Anonymous<br />
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saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-6587643753254740142015-04-16T12:10:00.004+07:002016-06-22T14:36:33.073+07:00What good is living, if your presence have no impact on another human being<br />
This is where I'm reaching out one of those memory box in my head and thinking about it. <br />
The closest thing to the subject. <br />
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I remember when my ex-bf told me he wanted me back, one of the reasons he said was ; I've become<br />
another person since I met you, you've changed a part of me, and I've changed for the better <br />
person in me.<br />
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I was touched. <br />
But it didn't make me stay.<br />
I don't know why. It just felt that way.<br />
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If you bring out the best in someone even if he's not gonna be with you through the end, at least he can be the best for the next person / or the person he is in love with now, even if it's not you. saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-53602960620500855622015-02-08T21:25:00.003+07:002015-02-08T21:25:27.562+07:00WhyHave you ever felt that as though the world is turning back on you.<br />
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Please give me strength. saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-35798105375444538172012-12-30T23:38:00.001+07:002012-12-30T23:38:48.719+07:00ChoicesChoices. <div>
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The ones you make today will effect what will you turn out to be in future. </div>
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The ones you made yesterday is the outcome of today.</div>
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So choose wisely. </div>
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I chose to give attention on things that matter most now and the priorities. </div>
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I chose to be happy. I chose not to be with anyone to make me happy. </div>
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I have to be happy on my own and love myself only then to share it with someone else. </div>
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I want to start something new, turnover a new leaf for a new year. </div>
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Bismillah. </div>
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saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-9501541835662375262012-02-04T21:48:00.000+07:002012-02-04T21:48:52.193+07:00Super RelievedSo, Mum said I had too much clothes. I didn't believe it at first because I had 2 wardrobes. One in my real home and the second one in Puncak Alam ( Rental House). I just started realizing it when I brought home all my clothes and took out everything out from the luggage. Quite surprising I must say because I keep wearing the same clothes every time I go out. *We all have that favorite shirt we always wear. Please say you can relate to what I'm saying*<br />
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So I decided that today I'm going to do some 'spring clean' to my wardrobe. Giving away the ones that are too small that when I wear makes me look like I'm wearing my nieces t-shirt, the ones that makes me look like granny Elaine most of them are the vintage ones that I thought was cool to be wearing but eventually not, and the ones which I feel uncomfortable wearing thick wool fabrics because yes, I am living in a tropical weather country. I don't need to be all warm.<br />
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Got tips from Oprah's show the other day. Saying : <br />
If you don't wear a certain clothes in 3 months time, it means you're not going to wear it at all.<br />
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So every time I pull out a piece, I try to remember when was the last time I wore it. If it was more than 3 months ago, that piece, has got to go. <br />
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Since I was planning to give away the clothes and not throwing them away, I didn't really think much about 'giving' which used to be my favorite pieces because I know they will land in good hands or to those who will appreciate it more than I do.<br />
After hours of cleaning. Guess what? It all came up to 4 medium sized plastic bags. *what a load*<br />
Only now I believe what Mum was trying to say. I did have too much clothes I don't wear.<br />
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It feels good to see your closet clean and simple. You should try it too. Who knows, you might find your long lost favorite sweater that you accused your sister had stolen it from you 2 years ago. Hi hi.<br />
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p/s: There is a possibility I might be going shopping since some pieces I found don't match. Teehee.saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-24161933986712019372012-01-31T23:31:00.000+07:002014-02-21T14:49:40.501+07:00Welcoming FebruaryFebruary comes from the word Februum which means Purification.<br />
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Therefore I am purifying myself for this month. But what shall I purify? U do not need to know that. I'll just keep that to myself.<br />
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What is interesting is that this year in February we have 29 days. Calls for a special date ayy?<br />
Therefore, I challenge myself to do something crazy on this day. Well, maybe not as crazy but something different maybe than what I usually do.<br />
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Let's say I go on a date on that 29th, if it turns out bad. I have the next 4 years to recall that bad day. Hah!<br />
But if it turns out to be a great date, well then, good for me. The next date will be in 4 years time. *Gulp.<br />
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Anyway, I have a good feeling I'm going to enjoy February as much as you people will do.<br />
InsyaAllah a better start. quit the laziness. read a book and finish it. and continue baking when bored. Oh and what else, yes, exercise more often.<br />
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Till then, Toodles.<br />
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♥saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-39546141320820970552011-08-21T22:27:00.001+07:002011-08-21T22:27:23.698+07:00Ramadhan StoriesSo I'm back out of nowhere in the blues to write down this post. It's the last 10 days of Ramadhan, which we call it the last 10 special days, which Muslims seek for Allah's blessings and forgiveness. Between these 10 nights, there is one night that is called Malam Lailatul Qadr.<br />
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Anyways, after so long I didn't go for Solat Terawikh, I finally had the heart to go tonight. I went a little bit late after my parents and took the car by myself. I prayed only 8 rakaat as usual.<br />
*Sometimes I feel we youngsters should be ashamed of ourselves for doing only 8 rakaat, those makcik who are more older than us can do 20 rakaat almost every night.<br />
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When I reached home, saw my dad's car park outside, thought to myself, wow, that was fast dad u reached home.<br />
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" Ayah, today you only did 8 rakaat? Tired is it?"<br />
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"No laa, I went back after Isya' prayers, diarrhea ( cirit birit) on my way to the toilet, habis jubah putih ayah."<br />
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I wanted to laugh, but I thought it was rude, then my sister laughed first, so then I continued on.<br />
Haha seriously, my dad was also laughing when he explained it all.<br />
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10 mintues later, he said,<br />
" Can u help me cut those papayas and also watermelons?"<br />
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saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-31590001037591920042011-08-09T08:43:00.001+07:002011-08-09T08:44:01.364+07:00Choc Chip CookiesHey All.<br />
I know I haven't been blogging for a while. I was a lil bit busy adjusting time since I cam back from Jakarta.<br />
Ok, not to mention. I haven't unpacked a few stuffs. (i'm the worst at it)<br />
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So, since it's Ramadhan month, and I seemed to have a lot of free time, I decided to make a cookie sale!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Chocolate Chip + Cadbury Chunks Cookies!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, made from real cadbury choc. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">50 pcs for RM 20 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If u feel like ordering, just contact me okies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my facebook page : Inbox me :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1350697782">Safiza's Facebook</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the best long-distance conversations at night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Still feel the tiredness.<br />
Maybe I'll upload or make a post about it later.<br />
Stay safe. Toodles.saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-26798436307048590652011-06-30T19:39:00.002+07:002011-06-30T19:43:23.444+07:00Journey that's coming to an end<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEtMgT4A3ULJKD9wRnefsH0opjJZPzid7QtILS8d7YUkYgFVTOSxiXcWNbbr7vS7FwkfzdiUOfYPz_v5gOLlyU8bMJgyBOzS9uFTLAJSAXSL94ykUibnFDPtl3FQKWevSKhywx01ye_U3/s1600/DSC02035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEtMgT4A3ULJKD9wRnefsH0opjJZPzid7QtILS8d7YUkYgFVTOSxiXcWNbbr7vS7FwkfzdiUOfYPz_v5gOLlyU8bMJgyBOzS9uFTLAJSAXSL94ykUibnFDPtl3FQKWevSKhywx01ye_U3/s640/DSC02035.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Indeed. Our journey here in Jakarta is coming to an end. *Picture above : Our farewell party. God, I hate this feeling. One minute you constantly feel happy wanting to be at home. Another minute dying wanting to stay. 9 Days left to be exact. I know we will miss our friends and lecturers mostly. Not to mention Binus Square. We L-O-V-E it here with the swimming pool, gym, free laundry and air conditioner of course! Dah lemak sangat.<br />
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Now that we are leaving soon. There are a few things need to be done. Shopping for souvenirs of course. Shopping for the last time. ( I bought clogs the other day, and I'm worried about my excess luggage) and enjoying the food. Sightseeing will come soon, of course. Can't wait! Take care y'all.saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-906796871220631262011-06-26T20:14:00.002+07:002011-06-30T19:25:42.515+07:00You make me smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4u2pzJVoT0BcIAfLWqAu-UGrF0fUBFZwjEYnxiUSKWb2ndWHVjrkD-kOOQCvi5_-zUi-iZxnfrv_nVJGGvPT0RpiRzI08YlGuHUMQHIydQBkRQwc3l1y_sgysVV4vjyJs5_vhfnsPXuk/s1600/2011-06-26_02.00%25C3%2583%25C2%25BD%25C3%2583%25CB%259C%25C3%2583%25C2%25BF_%25C3%2583%25C2%25BD%25C3%2583%25C2%25A9%25C3%2582%25C2%25BC%25C3%2583%25C2%25BD%25C3%2582%25C2%25BA%25C3%2583%25C2%25A4%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz4u2pzJVoT0BcIAfLWqAu-UGrF0fUBFZwjEYnxiUSKWb2ndWHVjrkD-kOOQCvi5_-zUi-iZxnfrv_nVJGGvPT0RpiRzI08YlGuHUMQHIydQBkRQwc3l1y_sgysVV4vjyJs5_vhfnsPXuk/s400/2011-06-26_02.00%25C3%2583%25C2%25BD%25C3%2583%25CB%259C%25C3%2583%25C2%25BF_%25C3%2583%25C2%25BD%25C3%2583%25C2%25A9%25C3%2582%25C2%25BC%25C3%2583%25C2%25BD%25C3%2582%25C2%25BA%25C3%2583%25C2%25A4%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">5. I wish you love - Rachael Yamagata </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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So yesterday Lily was quite stressed out after finishing her first paper for final exam, she decided to have a good dinner and I suggested we'd go to Sushi Tei.<br />
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For a while, I thought of wearing Japanese costume but I don't have one. Plus I know my friends wouldn't want to be walking with a lost Geisha in Indonesia. So I decided to wear this :<br />
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sometimes, we use this device to gossip.</div>
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only with girlfriends. mind you it's healthy gossip.</div>
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We are approximately 23 days away from going home. The Thai's went home first.<br />
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Every one was sad to be apart. Andry of course our drama queen burst into tears before anyone. Can't remember how much he hugged the girls.<br />
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I hate this part right here. The goodbye part.<br />
Took some photos together before they depart. They left us with a heavy heart.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">we wish you the best in life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">see you soon in Phuket 2012.</div><div style="text-align: center;">:)</div>saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-86857566966448775332011-06-12T19:41:00.002+07:002011-06-30T19:45:58.546+07:00This is too much<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This is too much too handle. Yes. I'm talking about Korean Drama : Boys over Flower. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Actually it should be my exams I have to worry about now. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So we finished this semester's class last Friday with a presentation. Got a few negative comments. But, never-mind , it's part of learning. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There's a saying : what kills you only makes you stronger, right? Yes, I believe that. Except smoking. Smoking kills you, but doesn't make you stronger. You'll die faster. *kriok</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Watching too much of this Boys over flower episodes again and again and again makes me ponder, wonder and dream a lot.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Nur Lily said it's good for girls too watch but bad for boys as they have to become much more gentleman if the whole universe of women decide to watch this drama. To come to think of it,this is the 5th time I'm watching it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I get moved so easily by the things the hero ( Gu Jun Pyo) does. Wonder if there are any other men like him are still living in the world. Hey, guys, u can hate me, but I think it's the truth. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I think men never open doors for women anymore, never cover a women with a his coat when she's cold. *Boo-ing to some men out there. Yes, hate me for the 2nd time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Ok, I'm even getting carried away again by writing this post. Yes, this is what happens when you fantasized because the reality doesn't look like this anymore. This time, don't hate me. </span><br />
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Suppose to head to Nikko Hotel first then to KL Village for an awesome tummy-filling food. Instead, decided to change route to Plaza Indonesia first then to the hotel.<br />
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We went for some sightseeing also near the mall. Barely could walk far as our energy level was thinning after window shopping and going ga-ga for shoes at the mall.<br />
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Saw a man went into the fitting room. Which part do you not understand when they write <b>'women'.</b></div>
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I kind of like the combination of my loafers with the cushion color. </div>
Pastel green and pink defines me much. Green + Pink = GRINK.saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-32448361706434592182011-06-04T14:29:00.002+07:002011-06-04T16:58:05.556+07:00Start FreshOk, enough of sad stories and enough crying. I grief. I'm emotional but I have to find a better way to get through this. My friends are tired of seeing me cry. Ok maybe they don't see me cry, but they know I'm crying inside. They're my friends, they know me better than I know myself. Cool rasanya dapat kawan gini.<br />
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What's new? Rasanya dah lama tak blogwalking or whatever they call it... tup tap tup tap my favorite bloggers posted a few posts already.<br />
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I know I missed the gossip about the kid named Adinda Evans, the drama Nora Elena that everyone is going gaga over Seth Tan and what else? That's all I guess. Takde la ketinggalan pun.<br />
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by the way, am so happy that I got a charm bracelet I've been wanting a loooooong time.<br />
Skali jumpa depan mata, beli terus. But it doesn't look exactly the one I want, but can laa.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the one i bought. score!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">very much a girl's best friend. for now. </div>saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-63944167619361432442011-06-03T22:06:00.000+07:002011-06-03T22:06:55.858+07:00Jar of Hearts<div style="text-align: justify;">Somehow I have issues with people who like to post lyrics on their Facebook status and blogs especially on the 'about me' section. Don't you have your own definition of yourself or something. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But today I'm gonna be the person whom I hate. I'm gonna write lyrics to express. Because what I feel right now is in a song. Heh. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH7WXlf9WLk">this song</a></b> goes to you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No, I can't take one more step towards you</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">‘Cause all that's waiting is regret</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">You lost the love I loved the most</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">I learned to live, half alive</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And now you want me one more time</div></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-size: small; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Who do you think you are?</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;">Runnin' 'round leaving scars</span></div></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Collecting your jar of hearts</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">And tearing love apart</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">You're gonna catch a cold</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">From the ice inside your soul</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">So don't come back for me</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">Who do you think you are?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It's so hard to move on. It is.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To not show it, is even harder.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tsk.</span></div></span>saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-46245448871013056832011-05-24T00:33:00.003+07:002011-05-24T00:33:41.248+07:00Nothing PersonalI want to write something non-personal, but interesting.<br />
Help me.saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-5621287154086573442011-05-22T20:24:00.000+07:002011-05-22T20:24:02.876+07:00Hot pretty chic vs rich guyOk,so aku tengah buat assignment, tapi ada hati nak tulis entri. Cuma tadi terfikir, so rasa macam nak kongsi.<br />
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Apakah pendapat korang,kalau nampak perempuan cantik hot sexay perfect skin bersama a not-so-hot but rich guy with a cool car?<br />
Mesti orang akan cakap,perempuan tu mata duitan. Betul tak? sebab aku rasa dulu pun aku pernah terfikir macam gitu. Tak dapat dinafikan. <br />
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Tapi pandangan aku ter-berubah sebab tengok drama series tajuknye 'Lie to Me'. Drama series ni macam ala-ala CSI tapi seorang doktor hebat ni boleh baca reaksi muka and anggota badan orang untuk tahu kebenaran dan tangkap orang bersalah.<br />
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So,taknak cerita pepanjang pasal episode ni ,kena tengok sendiri, tapi dipendekkan, seorang lelaki kaya ni nak suruh siasat tentang girlfriend dia, whether sayang dia sebab duit or sebab dia betul-betul sayang.<br />
Bila dah buat investigation, dari nada suara, pergerakan riak wajah perempuan tu bila ditanya tentang lelaki tu, doktor dapat simpulkan bahawa si gf menipu bila bercakap tentang sebahagian kejujuran cinta dengan bf dia.<br />
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Sebaik je doktor/penyiasat beritahu kat laki tu yang gf dia bercinta sebahagiannya sebab nak duit, laki tu terus marah dan nak putuskan relationship, walaupun dia sayang pada gf dia.<br />
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Tapi penyiasat tu pesan,<br />
<blockquote><i>Kalau perempuan tu cinta kamu sebab asset kamu miliki, bukankah kau pun cinta perempuan itu sebab asset yang dia miliki juga ?</i></blockquote><br />
So, lepas aku tengok episode cerita tu, aku kadang2 fikir, wajarlah seorang lelaki kaya berduit cinta dengan perempuan cantik hot glamourous, kerana masing2 memiliki asset tersendiri. Jadi janganlah nak cakap perempuan cantik itu mata duitan melainkan kalau mintak kereta Lamborghini sebijik tapi membalas cinta 10% je. Itu sah-sah mata duitan.<br />
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Kalau korang tak setuju dengan pandangan aku, sila beri pendapat secara sopan. Or you can keep it to yourself. Thank you for reading :)saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-5141478134463214582011-05-18T19:29:00.000+07:002011-05-18T19:29:48.475+07:00Quick UpdateHey Ho.<br />
Hows Everybody. So just gonna have a quick update cuz final semester is near and so as our due dates for assignments. Yikes.<br />
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Last week my parents and auntie and cousins came to Jakarta to see me and to shop of course. Hehe.<br />
It was fun, tiring, chaos with the supir who was funny enough to think we are stupids. but, we just laughed on him so whatever.<br />
It was the best weekend I had in ages. And I truly miss them already. The feeling that you want the whole week to repeat itself again. *sigh<br />
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If I had money, I'd pay to repeat the weekend. ^__^<br />
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But then again, I lost someone I love on the same weekend also. Mungkin orang tua-tua cakap, terlalu suka kan.<br />
I have to be strong to live and everything has its reason. I hope He has a better plan for me ahead in life. InsyaAllah...saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805170882459826138.post-30112596988056469852011-05-05T20:51:00.001+07:002011-05-05T21:05:15.029+07:00Suck SeedFor every movie that I watch, I'll end up liking it. Even when people say it's the lamest movie they've ever seen. For me, lame movies are usually ghost movies, I'm not a fan here, hellooooo. They pretend to do a really scary voice with scary make up,but people end up laughing at it.<br />
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So last Saturday, I went to Central Park to go watch a movie with them boys and decided to choose <b>Suck Seed</b>, a Thai movie. We were late about 20 minutes as the movie started at 9.30pm.<br />
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We were running here and there to look for our cinema entrance. I said to myself, oh gosh, makin bertambah lambat nihhh, plus I hate the fact that we were gonna disturb people by passing by and asking for 'excuse me' to get to our seats.<br />
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We missed the starting of the movie, but it wasn't that much. The movie is about friendship, love and chasing your dreams. Yes, I know every other movie out there is similar, but this movie somehow is more creative and hilarious. The director totally made it really interesting. We laughed the minute we sat down until it finished. Gosh, right now I feel like watching it again.<br />
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Whatever it is, I'd give this movie 4.8 stars. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">*Bling bling bling. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can watch the Official trailer of the movie <b><u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E2jFjEJpTU">here</a></u></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>watch.watch.watch.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SUCK SEED!</b></div>saffezohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10570947608622217217noreply@blogger.com0