<?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-6951547084949382759</id><updated>2011-09-22T14:12:19.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;the traveling journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the jrnl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12002116168770075267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5396293147821064249</id><published>2010-03-19T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:45:41.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/S6NtgHMoV_I/AAAAAAAABPk/uaDRYVy1Eso/s1600-h/untitled`0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450320372503697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/S6NtgHMoV_I/AAAAAAAABPk/uaDRYVy1Eso/s400/untitled%600.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450320345418036418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/S6NteiS59MI/AAAAAAAABPc/zS9BQfjj_mc/s400/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450318502282756466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/S6NrzQFNgXI/AAAAAAAABPU/23OYKdAm3vc/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I actually really really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to work at the Hubble Space Telescope station. I want to take these kind of pictures and impress the world with the wonders God has laid out for us. I want to see the universe through my own eyes, not through National Geographic magazines or History channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could though. I wish my parents let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;By the way, hello Friday. I haven't been around much, and I'm really sorry. It's just that I haven't really had the mood to come online and my homework have been coming in loads and I'm up to my eyeballs in after-school activities and such. I also come back home from school tired. I've also been sleeping at 9pm or so lately. That shows to prove how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and update more ok? Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love, Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5396293147821064249?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5396293147821064249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5396293147821064249&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5396293147821064249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5396293147821064249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-one-knows.html' title='no one knows'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/S6NtgHMoV_I/AAAAAAAABPk/uaDRYVy1Eso/s72-c/untitled%600.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6856129852467208865</id><published>2010-02-15T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:45:01.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And if I'm not too busy, I'll update the layout on this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6856129852467208865?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6856129852467208865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6856129852467208865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6856129852467208865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6856129852467208865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-if-im-not-too-busy-ill-update.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3330166487087841586</id><published>2010-02-15T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:41:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Festivals are to bring everyone together. The one time to see all your relatives. With technology today renioun dinners can happen even when someone is probably twenty thousand miles away. All you need is a laptop with a webcam, a program called skype and fairly decent internet access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year. Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Mondays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3330166487087841586?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3330166487087841586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3330166487087841586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3330166487087841586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3330166487087841586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/02/festivals-are-to-bring-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1155699565225284433</id><published>2010-02-09T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:01:48.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EFlUxBfAI/AAAAAAAACtw/m_4dGvPLEF8/s1600-h/hahaha1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EFlUxBfAI/AAAAAAAACtw/m_4dGvPLEF8/s320/hahaha1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGAYu6UMI/AAAAAAAACt4/p1l3hL5kV0k/s1600-h/paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGAYu6UMI/AAAAAAAACt4/p1l3hL5kV0k/s320/paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGFubclsI/AAAAAAAACuA/i8PvDjvhp6I/s1600-h/IMG_5450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGFubclsI/AAAAAAAACuA/i8PvDjvhp6I/s320/IMG_5450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGXQTFIMI/AAAAAAAACuI/8o2udJZIkYw/s1600-h/hehe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGXQTFIMI/AAAAAAAACuI/8o2udJZIkYw/s320/hehe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGdZ3gYOI/AAAAAAAACuQ/4BM02JpJmGM/s1600-h/IMG_5502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGdZ3gYOI/AAAAAAAACuQ/4BM02JpJmGM/s320/IMG_5502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGrmtbiZI/AAAAAAAACuY/nGpZd99vLDI/s1600-h/IMG00152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EGrmtbiZI/AAAAAAAACuY/nGpZd99vLDI/s320/IMG00152.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EG1IhjBTI/AAAAAAAACug/dSr9J1Vbc0c/s1600-h/IMG00165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EG1IhjBTI/AAAAAAAACug/dSr9J1Vbc0c/s320/IMG00165.jpg" /&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'm going back to my &lt;i&gt;kampung&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I can't wait! Pray for my safety and for a good trip, aye? xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1155699565225284433?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1155699565225284433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1155699565225284433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1155699565225284433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1155699565225284433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to:'/><author><name>zrshm</name><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/__p1xSsyIBgg/SqNRli2MJAI/AAAAAAAACa0/vermXuBel5k/S220/aa2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S3EFlUxBfAI/AAAAAAAACtw/m_4dGvPLEF8/s72-c/hahaha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5065866580028185984</id><published>2010-02-08T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:59:23.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humorless</title><content type='html'>I hate when people make a joke of something you don't find funny. What's not funny? When someone loses something and you tell them you found it but only partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I don't have a sense of humor or your joke was mean and hurtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am a little offensive and angered but sometimes they are things where it's not just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just lighten up. Or everyone should think about their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Mondays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5065866580028185984?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5065866580028185984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5065866580028185984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5065866580028185984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5065866580028185984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-when-people-make-joke-of.html' title='humorless'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4214385429721445397</id><published>2010-02-02T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:44:24.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTTTTTuesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbL_yO6YI/AAAAAAAACso/b9LTyfTYTxg/s1600-h/IMG_5409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbL_yO6YI/AAAAAAAACso/b9LTyfTYTxg/s320/IMG_5409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbSlJzNYI/AAAAAAAACsw/Hiq71WES074/s1600-h/IMG_5441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbSlJzNYI/AAAAAAAACsw/Hiq71WES074/s320/IMG_5441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbXkW_fEI/AAAAAAAACs4/IXlq-JQd6L8/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbXkW_fEI/AAAAAAAACs4/IXlq-JQd6L8/s320/IMG_5445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been listening to Smile by Uncle Kracker on repeat mode since yesterday. What I've been up to lately: Colouring, point and shoot, reading, movie nights, and spaghetti. Oh and.. I've been vlogging. And if you want to see my vlogs, here the link --&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/zrshm"&gt;My YouTube channel&lt;/a&gt;. I'm a noob in vlogging. And the video makes my voice a bit different than me in IRL. So.. Enjoy? Hehe. Later xx zrshm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4214385429721445397?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4214385429721445397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4214385429721445397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4214385429721445397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4214385429721445397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/02/ttttttuesday.html' title='TTTTTTuesday!'/><author><name>zrshm</name><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/__p1xSsyIBgg/SqNRli2MJAI/AAAAAAAACa0/vermXuBel5k/S220/aa2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S2gbL_yO6YI/AAAAAAAACso/b9LTyfTYTxg/s72-c/IMG_5409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7536054429878959911</id><published>2010-01-30T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:51:51.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, hello.</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted anything since ages! Well, well, well, look who's back. Apologies for the long absence. I've been trying to cope with everything that's circling me at the mo. And I'm supposed to post something on Thursday. But, I was too knackered after the trial for the Road Run which I didn't participate. Blame the sprained ankle. Everything is good now though :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my current life, you may ask (.. or not)? Things are mostly out of hand during the odd days, some days can be overly awesome and some can just be purely sad. Typical days of the typical lass named Aisyah. + Nothing that has to do something with me and blogs are fun nowadays. I seriously mean nothing. Hah. I have to do something. Right, this instance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Aisyah H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7536054429878959911?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7536054429878959911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7536054429878959911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7536054429878959911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7536054429878959911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-hello.html' title='Well, hello.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1073455857350900590</id><published>2010-01-27T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:35:48.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH GOSH!</title><content type='html'>It's been too long! Currently it's 9.21 pm. I haven't bathe, I have tonnes of homework and I have to ice about 50 cupcakes! It's been hectic. Real hectic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything quite new in Form 4. Plus, I joined the Young Enterprise Program (YE) and still faithfully keeping up with basketball trainings. OH! And I already started the fashion blog with Kat and my other friend, Syaza! It's been awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, DO VISIT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://duaspade.blogspot.com/"&gt;duaspade.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should get going. Haven't fill my tummy for the night either! Heh :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I PROMISE TO KEEP UP WITH EVERYTHING. Say it with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much love! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1073455857350900590?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1073455857350900590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1073455857350900590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1073455857350900590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1073455857350900590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-gosh.html' title='OH GOSH!'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2967160067174194929</id><published>2010-01-26T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:40:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of camera and books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17hCBzn1QI/AAAAAAAACq4/s0TGFjK2Wsg/s1600-h/hkh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17hCBzn1QI/AAAAAAAACq4/s0TGFjK2Wsg/s320/hkh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I got nothing else to do at home, I cam-whored. Pictorials explanation #1: I'm a dinasour. Arr! #2: I think, I suppose to be a cute girl with an innocent face. #3: My white earphone is pretty much.. White. #4: Now, I'm a cat. Meaaauuu~ ROFLMAOMG Did I make you laugh? No? Ah, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching Julie &amp;amp; Julia and I went to Kinokuniya on Saturday and look for this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17iNpALebI/AAAAAAAACrA/jfmeM1zCQ8M/s1600-h/IMG00143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17iNpALebI/AAAAAAAACrA/jfmeM1zCQ8M/s320/IMG00143.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17qvBRL44I/AAAAAAAACrI/gGvhM-Y24pI/s1600-h/IMG00148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17qvBRL44I/AAAAAAAACrI/gGvhM-Y24pI/s320/IMG00148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stumbled upon these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17uN8t9AiI/AAAAAAAACrQ/40PU4XLi8sQ/s1600-h/IMG00145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17uN8t9AiI/AAAAAAAACrQ/40PU4XLi8sQ/s320/IMG00145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17uVwyLcDI/AAAAAAAACrY/G-G0Xt7iu2w/s1600-h/IMG00146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17uVwyLcDI/AAAAAAAACrY/G-G0Xt7iu2w/s320/IMG00146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17wQNoyUqI/AAAAAAAACrg/9cxfoRaPidU/s1600-h/IMG00147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17wQNoyUqI/AAAAAAAACrg/9cxfoRaPidU/s320/IMG00147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigella Lawson, my all time favourite! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, xx zrshm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2967160067174194929?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2967160067174194929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2967160067174194929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2967160067174194929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2967160067174194929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-camera-and-books.html' title='Of camera and books'/><author><name>zrshm</name><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/__p1xSsyIBgg/SqNRli2MJAI/AAAAAAAACa0/vermXuBel5k/S220/aa2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S17hCBzn1QI/AAAAAAAACq4/s0TGFjK2Wsg/s72-c/hkh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-9054789499085683617</id><published>2010-01-25T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:10:22.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday monday, hey mei monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/S10Vu-sOOWI/AAAAAAAAB6k/iM2zXNAy4c0/s1600-h/hair.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/S10Vu-sOOWI/AAAAAAAAB6k/iM2zXNAy4c0/s320/hair.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430520622525331810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much has changed since the last time we all updated here. It's about time we rebegin what we started. Well first off, it's been a whole year since TTJ started! I remember the plan we had for this to go big. However, conflicts of interest, schedules and schooling have caused a strain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing high school was a big turning point. 2009 was a big maturity adventure. And I figured that it's wasn't about boys and it's not going to be. Companions are important but at this age, no. I guess it's peer pressure and media that gives us this impression we need a person to call a: Boyfriend/Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how college is but accents of high school is always going to be there. Although I wish it didn't. Being an artist is tough but I like it. I like learning new things. I like finding out how I can push myself to the limit. And learning how to use new media. How to control it. Obviously right? That's the whole point of going to college. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara told me she saw PJCad's website and she likes it. I have to say if you're looking for a not bad art college with potential, PJCad is surely the place to be. The fee's are excellent too. (Hint hint, Uncle Haq! :P) It's so easily accessible as well via the Putra LRT. I suggest this college to my previous one. Seriiiooousss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to make this long now since I'm running short of time. I have to be a good student and finish my work. But know that so far in 2010, everything is going well. I like how things are moving for me. No boys this year, HOPEFULLY LA KAN. Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers readers and my other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mei Monday's x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-9054789499085683617?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/9054789499085683617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=9054789499085683617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9054789499085683617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9054789499085683617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-monday-hey-mei-monday.html' title='monday monday, hey mei monday!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/S10Vu-sOOWI/AAAAAAAAB6k/iM2zXNAy4c0/s72-c/hair.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5867674670521279752</id><published>2010-01-12T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:24:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.. Updates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S0tnpYhxCSI/AAAAAAAACoU/ytPZg8rWXLY/s1600-h/IMG_4272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S0tnpYhxCSI/AAAAAAAACoU/ytPZg8rWXLY/s400/IMG_4272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425544136754268450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the TTJ-ians?! Grrrls?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on updating here, please. We need to spice up The Traveling Journal. I have a lot of things I need to settle up. It's like I'm waiting for a time-bomb to get started counting 'til it ends. And boom! I'll be scattered to pieces and bits. Okay, merepek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair short. Just one of my one-oh resolutions. But I'm going to cut it a little bit shorter because I don't like it now as it make my head looked small in some way. Heh.. Merepek. ROFL. Anyways, I went to the Education Fair at KLCC last Sunday. Just for the fun of it. The benefits: I get to know more about Culinary Arts, Professional Chef Training, Hospitality &amp; Tourism. Talking to the exhibitor made me realised about how important to be determined about my future. It's not about making the simplest decision, it's about me and my life. What will I do to make my life worth living. I'm thinking of it more and more each day. It's driving me crazy.. Though it's only been a day I've been thinking about it. LMAO Psycho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I'm thinking about Art &amp; Design or Architecture or Interior Design. Ah, I don't know. Seriously, I need to find out more about every course they providing. I don't even have a school that I'm dying to go. All I could think is to study abroad. Heh. I don't know. But can anyone help me? I'm a little bit confuse 'cause my parents ain't helping. And my stepmother keep nagging me about not thinking about getting into early intake like A-level ke apa level entah? I'm not a genius freak. I just need some guidance and.. All you did was making me cranky and pressured up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just blabbed about stupid things in my mind. I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo zrshm (Oh and I miss you girls!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5867674670521279752?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5867674670521279752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5867674670521279752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5867674670521279752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5867674670521279752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-updates.html' title='Updates.. Updates..'/><author><name>zrshm</name><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/__p1xSsyIBgg/SqNRli2MJAI/AAAAAAAACa0/vermXuBel5k/S220/aa2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/S0tnpYhxCSI/AAAAAAAACoU/ytPZg8rWXLY/s72-c/IMG_4272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6676409271283759926</id><published>2009-12-25T05:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:09:33.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHAI EARTHLINGS!</title><content type='html'>It may be weird to see me up and about at 5 in the morning, but well...it's a typical Khadijah thing *grin* Okay. The initial plan was to just wake up for a while to check up on Farmville and Cafe World at 4 am-mind you, I'm a recent addict-and go on back to sleep but after I've served the spaghetti meatballs and plowed my pretty pumpkins, I went to my bed and I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Oy vey huh? So now I have decided to drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months, lots have happened. Some good, some bad, exciting, unhappy and the whole shebam and now look, 2009 is approaching it's end in 6 days. I don't know whether or not to conclude that 2009 has been a good year but indeed, there will be better years to come.&lt;br /&gt;So....2010 resolutions! I might be a bit too early but, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less slacking next year. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix my atitude. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try my hardest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live life to the fullest. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know. These are all I can come up with. For the meantime, anyway. So girls, if you're reading this, post some of your resolutions up! Lets bring TTJ back to life :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XX Khadijah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6676409271283759926?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6676409271283759926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6676409271283759926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6676409271283759926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6676409271283759926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohai-earthlings.html' title='OHAI EARTHLINGS!'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-421070607555789956</id><published>2009-12-22T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:58:45.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SzDQWioIpbI/AAAAAAAACng/k99jpZVC0ZY/s1600-h/181950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SzDQWioIpbI/AAAAAAAACng/k99jpZVC0ZY/s400/181950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418059437397550514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; That's my best friend in the whole wide world! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello TTJ-ians! It's been so long since I wrote anything in here. I'm awesome like that because.. I'm done with Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia yo! There's a lot going on in my life from the last time I wrote a post blog in here. Gah, so many things to share but so little time. I'm going to start working tomorrow. I got interviewed last week and got a job! At Secret Recipe, Masjid Putra, Putrajaya. I think, I forgot. Anyways, I forgot already what to write. Gahh. Oh and it's Tuesday! It's my day, right? Woot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I miss all of you girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-421070607555789956?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/421070607555789956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=421070607555789956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/421070607555789956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/421070607555789956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/12/zara-is-back.html' title='Zara is back!'/><author><name>zrshm</name><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/__p1xSsyIBgg/SqNRli2MJAI/AAAAAAAACa0/vermXuBel5k/S220/aa2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SzDQWioIpbI/AAAAAAAACng/k99jpZVC0ZY/s72-c/181950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5103396733281427049</id><published>2009-08-20T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:46:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting ready..</title><content type='html'>HI WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trials seemed like a (insert a few words).. So, I gotta prepare my death bed now yo! Wish me luck for the next rounds. And good luck in your life everybody! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS ALL THE TTJ GIRLS, badly :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Aisyah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5103396733281427049?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5103396733281427049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5103396733281427049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5103396733281427049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5103396733281427049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-getting-ready.html' title='I&apos;m getting ready..'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6990145320800835228</id><published>2009-08-17T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:06:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey Everyone! The Traveling Journal Girls are on a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be back either in October or November. The reason for our temporary absence is 4 of the TTJ girls are going to take their major exams. Aisyah H, Esah &amp;amp; Dijah are taking their PMR's and Zara will be taking her SPM. Wish all of them luck and hopefully they'll pass with flying colors. As for me (Mei Mundaay), I'm temporarily trying to find a job, getting my license and also trying to secure myself as a artist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back! Better and bigger. Just wait ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MOST OF YOU WHO HAVE SUPPORTED US ALL THIS WHILE. PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD MORE ABOUT THE TTJ GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lots love on the behalf of all the girls &amp;amp; me!&lt;br /&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/6951547084949382759-6990145320800835228?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6990145320800835228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6990145320800835228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6990145320800835228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6990145320800835228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-everyone-traveling-journal-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7787097419598192397</id><published>2009-08-06T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:11:47.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>060809</title><content type='html'>TRIALS ON 17TH. I IZ DEAD. Good luck to all the PMR and SPM candidates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having a camp tomorrow in Janda Baik. Hope everything goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7787097419598192397?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7787097419598192397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7787097419598192397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7787097419598192397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7787097419598192397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/08/060809.html' title='060809'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-372951555243368257</id><published>2009-08-06T07:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:17:19.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little note,</title><content type='html'>About the discreet drafts, dear TTJ readers, is about stopping this blog for a while. I'm waiting to go to school and I remembered it's a Thursday already and I missed my post yesterday. Bukak blog, I realise that we are on a break. Due to everyone's inability to commit to this right now. SEMUA BUSY HUHU. I, with the two other fifteen year olds, are going to have our PMR trials on Monday. Zara is going to face it a week after ours start. Kan Zara? And Mei, is really busy I believe. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE WILL BE BACK! I PROMISE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-372951555243368257?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/372951555243368257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=372951555243368257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/372951555243368257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/372951555243368257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-note.html' title='A little note,'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6043203398901371034</id><published>2009-07-31T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:01:39.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLÔ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SnKHLIrvQMI/AAAAAAAAA_E/GgGN5o8f1yQ/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SnKHLIrvQMI/AAAAAAAAA_E/GgGN5o8f1yQ/s400/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364498731530928322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: In reply to Mei's draft girls, please do check the drafts area as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6043203398901371034?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6043203398901371034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6043203398901371034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6043203398901371034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6043203398901371034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/allo.html' title='ALLÔ?'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SnKHLIrvQMI/AAAAAAAAA_E/GgGN5o8f1yQ/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7776743770329290140</id><published>2009-07-28T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:14:04.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIRLS PLEASE SEE THE EDIT POSTS AREA!&lt;br /&gt;There's a draft for you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TTJ readers, all of us might be absent for a while. We'll tell everyone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, Mei xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7776743770329290140?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7776743770329290140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7776743770329290140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7776743770329290140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7776743770329290140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-please-see-edit-posts-area-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7022345035006042046</id><published>2009-07-26T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:20:33.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smu9TfauitI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZRM0sRimVEk/s1600-h/IMG_9161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smu9TfauitI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZRM0sRimVEk/s400/IMG_9161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362587923863472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Oh dear, I've been spending my time in my room for quite too long and I think I'm about to explode! LMAO Kidding. I like my room though :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News.. News.. News..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing good and I have to update this later okay. I'll edit this later, Ibu wants to use the broadband. Later tau! hehehe sorry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. I've been busy studying/doing revision (well.. sorta) and don't blame me for the missing posts. Broadband is in Ibu's hand, mind you. I only got the chance to get my butt online during weekends. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Itu pun kalau tak busy dgn sekolah and tuition and mengaji and music class. (HAHA)&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I am solid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoozer, on my current obsession/craving/whatever: I WANT TORTOISES! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using my allowance to buy food. I eat and eat and eat. But, yeah I eat a lot. Hahaha who cares, I love to eat! :D Oh, I love my friends, closest ones. They are all very sweet. I mean most of 'em and I feel happy when I think about 'em all then I think of you guys. Gosh, we really need to put together a meet up! I miss each of you guys. Ingat tak masa last year we met tu? We had so much fun. The laughing and the jokes. Gosh. Hahaha good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a friend who is very very very annoying but I do love the annoyances and the stupid jokes we shared and all those silly things we do to each other. I hope this will last forever :) Please don't leave me, dude. And I miss Anis so much. Weekends holidays are the days we are separated from each other. I'mma hug you tomorrow okay, bi-bi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, Zara Suhaimee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: From now on I'm going to update during weekend, okay girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7022345035006042046?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7022345035006042046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7022345035006042046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7022345035006042046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7022345035006042046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-sugar.html' title='Sunday Sugar'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smu9TfauitI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZRM0sRimVEk/s72-c/IMG_9161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-714729962178250197</id><published>2009-07-25T09:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:52:16.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos summary:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpk3haWyCI/AAAAAAAACTw/vnJn-k5kR94/s1600-h/IMG_9052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpk3haWyCI/AAAAAAAACTw/vnJn-k5kR94/s400/IMG_9052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362209211362494498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpj657CZPI/AAAAAAAACTg/PVP91myoyYU/s1600-h/IMG_8724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpj657CZPI/AAAAAAAACTg/PVP91myoyYU/s400/IMG_8724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362208169970001138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpf-1ZekAI/AAAAAAAACTQ/jUR6NjWsT5o/s1600-h/IMG_8710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpf-1ZekAI/AAAAAAAACTQ/jUR6NjWsT5o/s400/IMG_8710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362203839428464642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpfh86hKrI/AAAAAAAACTI/seUZQKB1SfQ/s1600-h/IMG_8708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpfh86hKrI/AAAAAAAACTI/seUZQKB1SfQ/s400/IMG_8708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362203343229889202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SmpfP_XGMoI/AAAAAAAACTA/S5BF3m_SpaA/s1600-h/IMG_8705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SmpfP_XGMoI/AAAAAAAACTA/S5BF3m_SpaA/s400/IMG_8705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362203034648982146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpe_n-bUQI/AAAAAAAACS4/n6nI0MZpEWU/s1600-h/IMG_8699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpe_n-bUQI/AAAAAAAACS4/n6nI0MZpEWU/s400/IMG_8699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362202753493586178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SmpdtLAbg_I/AAAAAAAACSk/SZ-jFWZLaRM/s1600-h/IMG_8670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SmpdtLAbg_I/AAAAAAAACSk/SZ-jFWZLaRM/s400/IMG_8670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362201336968086514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about my two weeks break-from-the-internet later, aye? xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-714729962178250197?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/714729962178250197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=714729962178250197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/714729962178250197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/714729962178250197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/photos-summary.html' title='Photos summary:'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Smpk3haWyCI/AAAAAAAACTw/vnJn-k5kR94/s72-c/IMG_9052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5159372923101680005</id><published>2009-07-24T07:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:43:52.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that was short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SmjzxoIiKjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tVM1uBULxO4/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SmjzxoIiKjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tVM1uBULxO4/s400/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361803390296926770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. I'm not at school, therefore I get to stay at home and play with Muhammad all day long. Oh heck, ain't that nice. Okay, well maybe its not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; nice. Can't gossip with Aisyah and Syaza, can't laugh along with Rachel, Ervin and the rest. Dayum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, whats up?&lt;br /&gt;Trials for us SVs are in a few weeks time and I think I'll be on hiatus. I think I need to start exercising because I'm fat and we all know it don't we and I feel like baking PB&amp;amp;J cupcakes and also cookies. Heee. And and and! I'm painting on canvas now with Janiz. I'll post the picture of the not-so-finished piece tomorrow, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. People, I miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5159372923101680005?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5159372923101680005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5159372923101680005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5159372923101680005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5159372923101680005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-was-short.html' title='that was short'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SmjzxoIiKjI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tVM1uBULxO4/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4816859893103636777</id><published>2009-07-23T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:11:55.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It turned out to be quirky?</title><content type='html'>I just don't know why everything seem to be wrong lately. I mean, everything. It's pretty sad. I'm sorry for being dead lately in TTJ. I don't think I have any more words left to describe anything. I feel miserable for no reason, whatsoever. And yet, people think I'm probably the luckiest girl living on Earth. How can that be lucky? Well, I'm partly lucky because I do have someone that does care about me. I mean, everybody needs at least on of them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with my mates before tuition. Pure silent sessions occured, it wasn't a good sight. Agak bosan lah. But, something was missing.. Something that I longed for was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Aint my lucky day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4816859893103636777?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4816859893103636777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4816859893103636777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4816859893103636777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4816859893103636777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-turned-out-to-be-quirky.html' title='It turned out to be quirky?'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4571961375972174951</id><published>2009-07-22T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:45:08.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opaque</title><content type='html'>I don't like the fact that it's so hazy nowadays. Makes breathing and seeing difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, a classroom at my school was on fire last Monday. They said that there were sparks when they turned on the air conditioner in the MPV room but they ignored it and then some time later the plastic of the air cond melted and it fell onto a table.  None was injured or in bad shape, thank God. But the smell did its work on some students. The ones with asthma and there was this one boy he collapsed because he took in too much soot but he was perfectly fine before, he was running around calling his friends to go to the school field, telling his story over and over again because he was there when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze is just bad. Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4571961375972174951?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4571961375972174951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4571961375972174951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4571961375972174951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4571961375972174951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/opaque.html' title='Opaque'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5776664601828740923</id><published>2009-07-20T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:04:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's okay to have scars&lt;br /&gt;They will make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to have fear&lt;br /&gt;Because that means you aren't scared of coming here&lt;br /&gt;And in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll want to talk&lt;br /&gt;Because you know that I want to talk too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Slow Club; Christmas TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*taps on everyone's desktop screens*&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyoneeee? Please don't let TTJ fail girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5776664601828740923?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5776664601828740923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5776664601828740923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5776664601828740923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5776664601828740923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-okay-to-have-scars-they-will-make.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2383839284215321860</id><published>2009-07-13T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:02:18.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello :)</title><content type='html'>Posting frm ze iphone while enjoying coffee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not at starbucks. Wish I was though. Hehe. iPhone is very awesome but plus applications, it'd be 5 times better. However I am greatful I still get to use it. Typing can be a bit tricky but otherwise, (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMESTER IS OOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVEEEEER!&lt;br /&gt;Relived! And half sad aswell. Life goes on either way. If many of you are wondering why I'm leaving my current college, The reason is certainly not because of Yousef. It'd be dumb make him the reason. I feel like LUCT isn't my cup of tea. I say this because I've seen the real side of this college. I'm not disrecpecting anyone that enjoys the college or works there either. But remember, one man's pleasure is another man's poison. I'll be honest and say that I don't get why people say it's so great. Maybe it's just me? Either way I don't regret my choices, but I'm taking it as something to learn from. So the next time round I know how to make better choices. I feel bad for burning my dad's money mostly. I think even if this place didn't work out for me, I still met the most amazing people. Both my lecturers and friends. I hope they would still be in contact with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For jenli &amp;amp; Julian, you girls are the best. Unpretentious and been through as much as I have. We have plenty in common and if we're far, we'll still be tight with each other. Take care of each other, okay? Julian, you're going to have a good life ahead. Jenli, you're the craziest person but in a good way. All 3 of us, we are gonna go into the industry together one day. I love you 2 girls most and I'm about to cry right know. I'm gona stop now. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice? Pleaaaaaaseee make your choices very very very wisely. Think of what you want to do, find a huge list of colleges and see the counsellors. ASK ASK ASK. Don't think just because someone says it's good means it's good for you. And this is personaly from me, don't get involved in any relationship even in college. Please girls, the boys are still the same and it's going to affect you a lot. I've seen ( and shamely admit to have lived it) people crying on my shoulders because they were left and verbally tortured by their jerk excuse of a man. Like juyi has once quote to me, &lt;blockquote&gt;These are not MEN, these are ball-less BOYS&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end my post now. I hope my advice/exprience would inspire and help many of our readers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week girls &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Mondddaaayy.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: happy belated bday aisyah hamid! I tried callin you bt you didn't answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2383839284215321860?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2383839284215321860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2383839284215321860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2383839284215321860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2383839284215321860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='Hello :)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-9016007075238676468</id><published>2009-07-11T19:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:47:25.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Kantin 09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Slh5DfZv2TI/AAAAAAAACRo/eRpGEyuszHU/s1600-h/IMG_8328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Slh5DfZv2TI/AAAAAAAACRo/eRpGEyuszHU/s400/IMG_8328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357164857633265970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I'mma ghost/pontianak(tak menjadi but scary enough ha ha) for a day. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for SMK Jalan Empat, Bandar Baru Bangi's Canteen's Day. I've lend a job to be one of the ghost. And I think it was okay lah, overall. My make up (above picture) already cair. But anywhoozer, Happy Effin Belated Birthday, Aisyah Haziqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do something useful like.. Eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-9016007075238676468?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/9016007075238676468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=9016007075238676468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9016007075238676468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9016007075238676468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/hari-kantin-09.html' title='Hari Kantin 09&apos;'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Slh5DfZv2TI/AAAAAAAACRo/eRpGEyuszHU/s72-c/IMG_8328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7386891674421330567</id><published>2009-07-10T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:13:28.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0208AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dearest Syaziqer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDETTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence has been sorely missed around here. I miss the days where we could lounge in the field, feeling the heat of the sun on our toes, laughing and giggling along like a couple of mad hatters. I miss seeing you draw and flipping through your sketchbook while waiting for the regular afternoon assemblies. I miss listening to you talk of bands which I have never heard before. Most of all, I miss you skinny Cadbury eating human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray that we all get to meet up soon enough. Dad, I know you're reading this. HINT HINT *grin* And I'm sorry for the early morning post. I know I'll be too lazy to post anything tonight as I feel like drawing. But then again, when have I not felt like drawing aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. I'm also in like with Chris Martin. Will someone give him to me as a birthday gift? Haha, NOT. Please don't. I don't want to be chased by Gwyneth Paltrow and her super skinny sexay legs which I secretly want. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love,&lt;br /&gt;Khadijah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7386891674421330567?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7386891674421330567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7386891674421330567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7386891674421330567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7386891674421330567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/0208am.html' title='0208AM'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8047328096348952310</id><published>2009-07-08T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:51:58.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverted</title><content type='html'>I tried to bake a chocolate cake again today because I have never, ever succeeded baking one :(&lt;br /&gt;Since my KH teacher says that all the recipes in the Textbook is guaranteed, I tried. But I guess the pan was too large for the batch and I haven't yet master the art of culinary, sooo, it wasn't even near to spongy :(&lt;br /&gt;Takpe takpe, keep trying! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, after recess's bell rang, Kat, Syaza and I were walking back to class when Syaza suddenly said "Kesian kan kalau jadi lelaki". Why? Becauseeeee, it would be so annoying having girls around you acting all giddy and "sweet", giggling as if you could fall for her even with her constantly pinching and smacking your biceps "softly". Get me? And then we remembered this one girl who said she was cold to this one guy and all of a sudden, she took the guy's hands and smiled to the guy as if they were together for years when they have never even had a real conversation. And the guy was ................. Ghazi. ahahahahahahahahaha it was so funny he half jumped when the girl took his hand and smiled. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has proved that, Pervert is not a word for just guys ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8047328096348952310?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8047328096348952310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8047328096348952310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8047328096348952310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8047328096348952310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/perverted.html' title='Perverted'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6421118854960554500</id><published>2009-07-07T14:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:11:55.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another bad luck tuesday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SlLv859N99I/AAAAAAAACPY/zPUKZBddR-Q/s1600-h/l_c347d8f1705e4a159a72aafdd48b86f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SlLv859N99I/AAAAAAAACPY/zPUKZBddR-Q/s400/l_c347d8f1705e4a159a72aafdd48b86f3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355606736525719506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I don't think I can live without you D: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Bride Wars yesterday. Yes, I can't believe myself I just watch that movie last night as of I didn't had the chance to catch that movie in the cinema. Blame exams/parents. Kidding. I really like that kind of movie; best friends' dreams and all. It's so glory amusing. I was touched by the storyline where both best friends fought because of the wedding dates/Plaza place thingy. I was half asleep watching 'cause I was tired but I did catch the story though. Overall, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried so hard by the way and my eyes friggin' sore. LMAO, blame that good movie. I wish I'll still be there/be friends with my best friend, Anis Ashikin Azahar. She's amazing. Perfectionist, sort of. She's inperfect in perfect ways. Can I say that? Ha-ha who cares. Bottom of this, I really do love my best friend :) She's been there but not really there but she would try anything to survive this friendship, I know she will 'cause I will so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes we had misunderstanding. Well, most of the time. We're different in many ways but that makes us strong. I know she never meant to hurt me in any ways. Even though, sometimes I can lose control of my emotions and hurt her but I never, like, really never meant to hurt you, Anis. I'm sorry Anis for today. I was so pissed during assembly. That girl was looking/glaring/wtv she did to me that staring thing, she is so effin' pissing me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back off lah, aku dah let go kau nak give aku that b*tchy stare lagi pahal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to tell you about it but I think I kinda put my anger on you because I was so freaking exhausted from all those bullshit. It's over kan. I know it is. And yeah, I'm okay. I really am focusing for SPM now. As of, doing all the homework and assignments with actual mind set. I have to focus and you'll help me, right? I love you Anis. I'm really sorry if you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;terasa&lt;/span&gt; today. I really am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6421118854960554500?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6421118854960554500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6421118854960554500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6421118854960554500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6421118854960554500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-bad-luck-tuesday.html' title='Another bad luck tuesday:'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SlLv859N99I/AAAAAAAACPY/zPUKZBddR-Q/s72-c/l_c347d8f1705e4a159a72aafdd48b86f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8632000254297523629</id><published>2009-07-06T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:40:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SlFurE7AHvI/AAAAAAAABxQ/dtbxNhbU1dc/s1600-h/gridpastels.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SlFurE7AHvI/AAAAAAAABxQ/dtbxNhbU1dc/s320/gridpastels.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355183118254874354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything is due too quick, too fast. Too much at one go. Dying, I swear. However, I can do it. And I'm going to do it when I'm finished writing here (hahaha, alasan). Grid drawing sucks. I don't care for precision nor accuracy. I'm no longer a Physics student! No disrespecting to Mrs. Yoong (alias, Puan Tan Tee Hwa), she taught me gooood. Also my soft pastels are mocking me in their box. Too purdy to want to use them. *pats them sadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer '09 was so-so. Head spinned at repeative use of Boom Boom Pow. What is so nice about that song, really? I'd like to Boom Boom Pow you for liking that song. Cheer lads are AWHSHUM. They can kick more than Cheer lassies! Gotta give 'em cred yo. Imagine that lompat split and landing with a FULL FRONTAL KAPOW SPLIT! For men to land.. goodness. Bola kau okay ke tak hah? HAHAHAHA. Met Ari (of &lt;a href="http://ink-and-charcoal.vox.com/"&gt;Ink&amp;amp;Charcoal&lt;/a&gt;) via Shishi (of &lt;a href="http://juice-box.vox.com/"&gt;juice-box&lt;/a&gt;). He speaks with very stunning accent. Sweet jesus! Didn't have much of conversation sadly. Noise killed my chances. Chilled with J and giggled at Pineapple's losing and being total babies about it. You just see when we're gonna kick you off the debate row silly pineapple's. You so lame, Spongebob refuses to live in you nemore. HAHAHA, pwn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta sambung buat kerja and waiting for my lime+milk popsicles to come. Woo. Have a good week girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: MEET UP MUST HAPPEN! I INSIST :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Monday xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8632000254297523629?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8632000254297523629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8632000254297523629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8632000254297523629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8632000254297523629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-is-due-too-quick-too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SlFurE7AHvI/AAAAAAAABxQ/dtbxNhbU1dc/s72-c/gridpastels.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8990857174047221090</id><published>2009-07-04T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:52:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday: Mango Pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sk9crSp6kfI/AAAAAAAACOY/GQAQevo2TmQ/s1600-h/normal_328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sk9crSp6kfI/AAAAAAAACOY/GQAQevo2TmQ/s400/normal_328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354600380778582514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I fell in love with Zac Efron over &amp; over &amp; over &amp; over... You get me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Modem internet frigg-ishly MELETOP! *BAM!* Hahahaaaaa xD&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Gold and me are back in action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that someone you used to look up to finally set down their foot on the ground and enjoy each other while we can. I've done my part. I feel good, better. I want to say thank you to My Bunch, who helped me throughout the difficult moments. And to my best friend, ansashkn, for the support and love. I can't thank you guys with just words but I know you know that I want you guys to know that I love each of you so much. And TTJs, I'm good now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello TTJs, first of all, I'm sorry I never cope up with the challenges. But I'm trying to read all the posts back to find the challenges to finally do 'em. Or maybe someone who challenge us can put a column on the site of the blog; The Challenges or something? Please? (I'm very eager to make 'em all come true har har :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come one TTJs! Brighten up! Wakey wakey! More updates in the future okay? And I'll probably be updating during weekends 'cause of SPM and all. Sorry girls but I will update no matter what! Hehehe xD and and plan the meet up okay girls! August's holiday is coming. Plan early so that we can see when we're free and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of love and giggles, Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8990857174047221090?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8990857174047221090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8990857174047221090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8990857174047221090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8990857174047221090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-mango-pudding.html' title='Saturday: Mango Pudding'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sk9crSp6kfI/AAAAAAAACOY/GQAQevo2TmQ/s72-c/normal_328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2390717094592587795</id><published>2009-07-03T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:45:06.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WALAWOEHHH</title><content type='html'>Hello, the weekends are near :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. Its already July people! PMR is in a couple of months and my brain isn't cooperating with me. All it ever wants to do is draw, daydream, play piano, draw, draw, eat, draw, sleep, sleep and sleep. No wonder I'm such a fatso now. Good God. I really have to start fasting or any other form of losing weight. Daymn man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now, I'm hungry and I want Coldplay's Prospekt's March CD. I downloaded the live album, LeftRightLeftRightLeft just now from their website and God, I must say that I am in love with Coldplay. Just, they're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmmmm, what else. Okay, girls. Can we meetup in the nearest time? I miss yer lot much more than I miss not eating bread for a long long time, and I assure you, thats &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;. So, any ideas when? Miss yer peopleeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2390717094592587795?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2390717094592587795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2390717094592587795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2390717094592587795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2390717094592587795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/walawoehhh.html' title='WALAWOEHHH'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3683689154318593441</id><published>2009-07-02T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:13:06.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you rather choose?</title><content type='html'>Won't some people just get over it and get a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowding up other people's life, making them miserable, you're going into the wrong lane baby. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I just love to sigh lately. Let me do it again. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Okay, dah jadi bodoh semacam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;3ULOADZ.BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;  Aisyah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3683689154318593441?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3683689154318593441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3683689154318593441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3683689154318593441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3683689154318593441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-would-you-rather-choose.html' title='What would you rather choose?'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3950423951326158840</id><published>2009-07-01T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:32:03.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cutting the I'm Sorry crap. I've been away for three weeks to Perth and had two weeks here being busy. Still am now. Third Intrevention on Monday! And PMR in three month's time. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice time in Perth. Notice the not "A BLAST!" or "great", it was okay. Perth was friendly. There was this one construction worker who greeted me with a &lt;em&gt;salam &lt;/em&gt;and he's matsalleh :D I like the sales persons there. They are like, HI HOW ARE YOU?, HOW ARE YOU TODAY LUV? and ARE OKAY IN THERE? when we're in fitting rooms, each greet with a hugeeeeee smile and sincerity that is so abnormal I have ever seen when meeting strangers. And on the last day I was there, we went out for our last shopping at the city, which is just steps away from my sister's apartment, I had a looooong conversation with this pretty 19 year old lady, a salesperson at a shoe store. It was amazing how excited they are to meet people. It's like everyone's your family. Even when you're a muslim. I absolutely salute that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went sightseeing in Perth and went to Albany, where it's next to beaches. It's slightly colder there and they have loads of farms. Stayed there for 2 days. I went whale-watching, my God it was awesome! And a lot more places we stopped at along the trip. Oh, I also went sand-boarding in Perth. Best! I couldn't upload any picture right now because the drive is umm, not available. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks there was just too long. It could be better if the city was more exciting. Because all the shops close at 5 p.m. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for missing loads of posts and I hope everyone's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;Mei, YOU CAN DO IT! Simply because you're awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G'day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3950423951326158840?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3950423951326158840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3950423951326158840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3950423951326158840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3950423951326158840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-im-cutting-im.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7575355253741864082</id><published>2009-06-29T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:39:56.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naik Gila</title><content type='html'>I can put up for 2 more weeks right? I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL PROJECTS ARE POURING IN LIKE ORANG NAK BANCUH AIR RIBENA TAPI TAK ERTIIIII &amp;amp; TAMBAH AIR BANYAK BANYAK. Hahaha, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like all of this work actually. If I can tahan now, I know I can tahan in future as a desginer. Can't give up and whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'ya Anyone going to Cheer this sunday? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Munday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7575355253741864082?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7575355253741864082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7575355253741864082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7575355253741864082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7575355253741864082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/naik-gila.html' title='Naik Gila'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6389813272401377920</id><published>2009-06-27T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:02:40.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for missing 2 posts already! I've been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;Lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write when I finish my semester.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Mondays xoxo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6389813272401377920?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6389813272401377920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6389813272401377920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6389813272401377920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6389813272401377920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry-for-missing-2-posts-already-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6854492827261805680</id><published>2009-06-26T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:47:14.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you people</title><content type='html'>Um, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone? Oh well. Another Friday comes and goes. It looks like its going to rain here and the wind feels soothing. Too bad schooling week ain't over yet. Tomorrow is the replacement school for Raya holidays and, to be honest, when is koko going to be held? I miss scout meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think my brain really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Upside up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6854492827261805680?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6854492827261805680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6854492827261805680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6854492827261805680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6854492827261805680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you-people.html' title='i miss you people'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3820253623576630678</id><published>2009-06-25T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:19:43.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>120th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theselby.com/1_15_09_lyz_josh_obesity/images/1_15_09_lyz_josh_obesity18373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.theselby.com/1_15_09_lyz_josh_obesity/images/1_15_09_lyz_josh_obesity18373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. Please get a new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3820253623576630678?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3820253623576630678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3820253623576630678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3820253623576630678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3820253623576630678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/120th.html' title='120th'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7011925393183665141</id><published>2009-06-23T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:42:15.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my mother :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SkCUfsqQifI/AAAAAAAACJ4/M0abssj4SDU/s1600-h/IMG_7806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SkCUfsqQifI/AAAAAAAACJ4/M0abssj4SDU/s400/IMG_7806.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350439629601409522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I looked friggin' exhausted. I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rough lately. I don't know what's happening to me. Well, I know but I don't want to think about it. I acted stupid. I wasted my time and energy. I'm tired of crying. Oh, it's all over now. I think I can accept the fact. By the way, I love my Bunch and you girls. Update more everybody! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7011925393183665141?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7011925393183665141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7011925393183665141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7011925393183665141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7011925393183665141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-my-mother.html' title='I miss my mother :('/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SkCUfsqQifI/AAAAAAAACJ4/M0abssj4SDU/s72-c/IMG_7806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8266606230123385884</id><published>2009-06-18T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:53:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/HA6EiTMtQodunm8jF8lTdl4mo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/HA6EiTMtQodunm8jF8lTdl4mo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SOOOOOOOO EFFIN' TRUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8266606230123385884?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8266606230123385884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8266606230123385884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8266606230123385884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8266606230123385884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact.html' title='A fact.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1581199845978598074</id><published>2009-06-16T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:54:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midyear Holiday in Zara's life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sjc-u4PapXI/AAAAAAAACJc/I0ZJVvyAj9o/s1600-h/IMG_7881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sjc-u4PapXI/AAAAAAAACJc/I0ZJVvyAj9o/s400/IMG_7881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347812057617704306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's homed for a week. We are solidly packed for a holiday tucked-in at Cititel, Midvalley Megamall. A week of non study. Of non tv. Of non.. You get me hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bliss. Blessed even. I had tons of fun and tons of misery while mama's around. I got down with a fever that caused of a massive hu-ha of me and a friend of mine. Yes, I made a new best friend. That's what he thought. At least he appreciates me, so I love you best friend. And Ans too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned got canceled 'cause I'm sick. But the movie marathon is still on. Caught 17 Again, Hannah Montana: The Movie, Terminator Salvation and Malay movie; Jangan Pandang Belakang congkak. Hi-la-ri-ous. Hilarious I tell you. It's pointless to tell that I went shopping with mama. I bought plenty of things. Well, sorta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be perfect. I can't ask for more. But I didn't get to meet up with all the traveling journalians(is that even a word?). And I'm sorry for the missing post last week. Busy bee I am (phhft). Oh, I made a new video with my very own pocket money GUITALELE that I bought during the holidays! Freakish! Just go to my blog and see the upper link to the direction to my YouTube channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my midterm's result is good. Very good. I got A1 in Modern Mathematics and I friggin' passed my Physics paper! 54% to be exact. What a improvement! I am so proud of myself and I would personally thank to a friend of mine, which is now my best friend, who helped me to get through the exam. I love you. So. Much. Hehehehehehe. Oh, tomorrow's is a I-D-K day-- because I have History, Chemistry, Biology and Additional Mathematics classes. And I hope we get out papers by tomorrow. But all in one day? It's gonna a hell-out of day. Wish me luck girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1581199845978598074?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1581199845978598074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1581199845978598074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1581199845978598074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1581199845978598074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/midyear-holiday-in-zaras-life.html' title='Midyear Holiday in Zara&apos;s life'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sjc-u4PapXI/AAAAAAAACJc/I0ZJVvyAj9o/s72-c/IMG_7881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-594310071789074674</id><published>2009-06-15T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:36:52.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SjYjdMVzozI/AAAAAAAABvU/ZopcxnDCwlk/s1600-h/question.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SjYjdMVzozI/AAAAAAAABvU/ZopcxnDCwlk/s320/question.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347500591984911154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You think the older you get, the answers to all the questions you have just comes to you. They don't. They become even harder to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a rough 6 months. I beginning to think 2009 isn't going to get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My optimism wasn't in the lost and found. Someone stole it. I didn't lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else isn't having such a shitty time as I am. (and where is everyonnne???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Monday's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-594310071789074674?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/594310071789074674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=594310071789074674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/594310071789074674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/594310071789074674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-think-older-you-get-answers-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SjYjdMVzozI/AAAAAAAABvU/ZopcxnDCwlk/s72-c/question.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3434015757825336755</id><published>2009-06-12T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:18:29.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my dear</title><content type='html'>*looks around* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good God, where has everyone gone to? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. The show &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;go on as usual. But...its no fun alone *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well, today is the 12th of June and I'm excited! If you've noticed, my birthday is two months away. Haha. Okay fine, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; say that I wasn't looking forward to my birthday this year because it falls during trials but, I can't help it. Haha. I don't think I'll do a countdown like last year though. That seems overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week apparently was World Environment Day! God, how did I miss that. Anywhoo, lets show our love for the environment girls. Hug a tree, take a picutre and post it here. I'll do it to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3434015757825336755?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3434015757825336755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3434015757825336755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3434015757825336755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3434015757825336755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-dear.html' title='Oh my dear'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4301207958908101551</id><published>2009-06-05T08:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:20:21.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never gets old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGWSquDBW34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AGWSquDBW34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this song gets me everytime :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4301207958908101551?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4301207958908101551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4301207958908101551&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4301207958908101551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4301207958908101551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-gets-old.html' title='never gets old'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7500651189417514788</id><published>2009-06-04T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:08:12.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma diurnal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theselby.com/4_9_09_Bella_Rosa_Lon/images/4_9_09_Bella_Howard_Rosa25819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theselby.com/4_9_09_Bella_Rosa_Lon/images/4_9_09_Bella_Howard_Rosa25819.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. have. no. energy. left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing a lot of posts. I'm sorry. I've been busy for quite sometime. The exams, the little brother, tuition and the list goes on. And.. now it's holiday. 2 short weeks and I have no where to go, no where to run around and let my body roam free. Okay, this is boring. Holidays have been boring for the past 3 years. Seriously it have. I can just collapse here on my chair peacefully. (Does the countdown. 3.. 2.. 1..) Right, collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy late Holidaysss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Aisyah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7500651189417514788?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7500651189417514788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7500651189417514788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7500651189417514788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7500651189417514788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/imma-diurnal.html' title='Imma diurnal.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8597006210464324470</id><published>2009-06-02T13:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:18:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Hi Girls. It's friggin' holiday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th May 2009, School's celebrating Teachers' Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS1-JbTI_I/AAAAAAAACJU/P_YTQKDlBr4/s1600-h/IMG_7592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS1-JbTI_I/AAAAAAAACJU/P_YTQKDlBr4/s400/IMG_7592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342595137255187442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ADIBAH NOOR CAME TO OUR SCHOOL! !@#@$%^&amp;%*&amp;^*$&amp;@$ FRIGGIN' AWESOME I TELL YOU!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st May 2009, Ammar's sister's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS11Y0Jn8I/AAAAAAAACJM/nOw7oePXLD8/s1600-h/IMG_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS11Y0Jn8I/AAAAAAAACJM/nOw7oePXLD8/s400/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342594986767130562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS1uNIruwI/AAAAAAAACJE/s5Rl4DO2b3c/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS1uNIruwI/AAAAAAAACJE/s5Rl4DO2b3c/s400/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342594863372942082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still schooling though. Extra classes and all. Still under-study-mood. Whatever. I'm so tired and sad. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8597006210464324470?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8597006210464324470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8597006210464324470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8597006210464324470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8597006210464324470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-tuesday.html' title='Another Tuesday'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SiS1-JbTI_I/AAAAAAAACJU/P_YTQKDlBr4/s72-c/IMG_7592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3342498608978500261</id><published>2009-06-01T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:22:58.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all the girls standing in the line!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SiO5lWmgRXI/AAAAAAAABu0/4hDv6KsJyQQ/s1600-h/table.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SiO5lWmgRXI/AAAAAAAABu0/4hDv6KsJyQQ/s320/table.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342317634364917106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE IS EVERYBODAAAAYYYYY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't write much today. Semester is ending! Have to update all my folios/sketchbooks. I really like doing all these work though. Makes me feel like a real art student now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon! I promise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Mondays + extra extra love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3342498608978500261?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3342498608978500261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3342498608978500261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3342498608978500261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3342498608978500261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-girls-standing-in-line.html' title='all the girls standing in the line!'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SiO5lWmgRXI/AAAAAAAABu0/4hDv6KsJyQQ/s72-c/table.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3975967695448724763</id><published>2009-05-26T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:02:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sem6wzGfXMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sem6wzGfXMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Svtm2_gINkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Svtm2_gINkU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD! BLESS YOUTUBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been kinda up and down lately. hahahahahahaha everyday up and down la -.-" but anyways, I think I'm putting much aside my artistic side. I don't even know if that side even exists. Yeah. Whatever. I just love Kat's art project (yang dpt tgk sikit je dekat uncle Haq's blog tp still puas hati tgk sbb sgt menarikkkkk!). Salute Kat! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days till exam end! But both days are heavy subjects! God. Tomorrow's paper is Additional Mathematics and the next day is History paper 1 and Physics paper 1 and 3. I feel so happy and I don't know why. It's 4 in the evening and I feel so sleepy! Going to bed I guess, later girls. Hugs and kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3975967695448724763?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3975967695448724763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3975967695448724763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3975967695448724763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3975967695448724763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-9163543221860027194</id><published>2009-05-25T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:42:12.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am Kanye's cousin, yo</title><content type='html'>I'm Mei East. Get familiar!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAA. Far along this road, she lost her soul to man so heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just trying to make the situation better actually although Yousef doesn't really leave my head. I wish the thoughts would stop though. I'd like to really focus. But these things don't happen over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College's been really fun. My classmates make laugh so hard, I can't breathe :) They are the nicest and most weirdest bunch of people. Shane actually came up to me today as I was about to go home. He looked like a Doll (of PCD) with Yi Teng's white hoodie on and told me in the most sultry voice ever: "Don't misss me, Mei." I looked at him with my D: face. Ended up we both laughed so hard. The rest are just mad. We make the sickest jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I have assigments to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GIRLS AND I REALLY MISS EVERY ONE OF YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Mondays x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-9163543221860027194?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/9163543221860027194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=9163543221860027194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9163543221860027194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9163543221860027194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-kanyes-cousin-yo.html' title='i am Kanye&apos;s cousin, yo'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7537102831629813862</id><published>2009-05-24T10:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:01:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara-graphy? hahaha</title><content type='html'>Oh yes-- It's Zunday Zara. Ha ha ha. Morning girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi2_CCy5cI/AAAAAAAACH0/9_akGDsiWdQ/s1600-h/IMG_7056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi2_CCy5cI/AAAAAAAACH0/9_akGDsiWdQ/s400/IMG_7056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218552244331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi4F8e3O_I/AAAAAAAACIk/chC2n7X4UIs/s1600-h/IMG_7309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi4F8e3O_I/AAAAAAAACIk/chC2n7X4UIs/s400/IMG_7309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339219770522156018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi37NqIClI/AAAAAAAACIc/ett21Ob-teA/s1600-h/IMG_7340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi37NqIClI/AAAAAAAACIc/ett21Ob-teA/s400/IMG_7340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339219586154236498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3yFh-smI/AAAAAAAACIU/i-X4qxLu1RQ/s1600-h/IMG_7292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3yFh-smI/AAAAAAAACIU/i-X4qxLu1RQ/s400/IMG_7292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339219429353763426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3nIknrbI/AAAAAAAACIM/HBWmF1DYOX4/s1600-h/IMG_7359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3nIknrbI/AAAAAAAACIM/HBWmF1DYOX4/s400/IMG_7359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339219241191583154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3e-eWBDI/AAAAAAAACIE/oQs43BxVf-E/s1600-h/IMG_7355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3e-eWBDI/AAAAAAAACIE/oQs43BxVf-E/s400/IMG_7355.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339219101041951794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3Rft7YVI/AAAAAAAACH8/Cju63lLbmDU/s1600-h/IMG_7331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi3Rft7YVI/AAAAAAAACH8/Cju63lLbmDU/s400/IMG_7331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339218869447516498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams. Exams. Exams. Mama's coming home on 6th June. I'm happy, done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7537102831629813862?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7537102831629813862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7537102831629813862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7537102831629813862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7537102831629813862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/zara-graphy-hahaha.html' title='Zara-graphy? hahaha'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Shi2_CCy5cI/AAAAAAAACH0/9_akGDsiWdQ/s72-c/IMG_7056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-879710080781066522</id><published>2009-05-22T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:04:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles, and maybe more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/ShaS97Ian1I/AAAAAAAAA00/QQk_QLDgufc/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338616000836968274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/ShaS97Ian1I/AAAAAAAAA00/QQk_QLDgufc/s400/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, this is not because two questions from 2008 PMR History paper came out for today's Diagnostic. This is something.....big. Something which might make Syaza and Aisyah go, "Kaaaaaaaaaaaat. Tu lah, negativity lagi." Yes. &lt;/p&gt;Arahan sebelum mengetahui isi kandungan seyuman Kat: &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Head on to my dad's blog. Read &lt;a href="http://haqahmad.blogspot.com/2009/05/khadijahs-art-adventure.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the first comment. Reread if you're in disbelief, or anything else of said context.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream at me-if you must.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muchos love, Khadijah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-879710080781066522?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/879710080781066522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=879710080781066522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/879710080781066522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/879710080781066522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/smiles-and-maybe-more.html' title='smiles, and maybe more?'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/ShaS97Ian1I/AAAAAAAAA00/QQk_QLDgufc/s72-c/Picture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5642879882221760067</id><published>2009-05-20T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:35:03.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain freeze!</title><content type='html'>I am currently drinking my brother's blue Slurpee and having a brain freeze. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Bahasa Melayu paper for the diagnostic was hard! For the first time ever I had a head ache caused by a BM paper. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Perth this Sunday so I won't be finishing my diagnostic. Ehehe. I'll be coming back on the 17th of June. Yeah, I'll be missing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give a clap for the new name of our band ; Kat and The Fishes! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's doing fine ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5642879882221760067?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5642879882221760067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5642879882221760067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5642879882221760067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5642879882221760067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/brain-freeze.html' title='Brain freeze!'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2470584408286636365</id><published>2009-05-19T15:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:09:26.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like making faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/ShJjrOM-QNI/AAAAAAAACHs/_Rx6AsJWJcs/s1600-h/IMG_7249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/ShJjrOM-QNI/AAAAAAAACHs/_Rx6AsJWJcs/s400/IMG_7249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337438102585491666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/ShJjCc3QEvI/AAAAAAAACHU/f57O6O96Hyo/s1600-h/IMG_6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/ShJjCc3QEvI/AAAAAAAACHU/f57O6O96Hyo/s400/IMG_6975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337437402146280178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been... Quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams here. Modem is still here and I'm blogging awayyy~ hahaha shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hello. Mei, I'm here for you maa and I miss gila gila with you maa. And what is pneumamasomething tu? Hahaha I'm so lazy to find out what it is. Even Google hates me now. I've been obsessed with YouTube. Bless YouTube. All hail YouTube. Youtube, marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this holiday to come. I just want the exam to finish as soon as possible because I'm so sleepy. I want to sleep. I didn't even get my beauty sleep 'cause I've been staying up late/waking up way early to study. I have to score! I just have to. And guess what? I think I'm now very calm when sitting for my exam papers. I think that particular someone and it made me smile and I'm *zap* focus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in denial. Hella for denial Zara! Haha not funny. That's all. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2470584408286636365?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2470584408286636365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2470584408286636365&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2470584408286636365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2470584408286636365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-making-faces.html' title='I like making faces'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/ShJjrOM-QNI/AAAAAAAACHs/_Rx6AsJWJcs/s72-c/IMG_7249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5495171998523174967</id><published>2009-05-18T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:25:09.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no happiness on mondays</title><content type='html'>Wow. Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been the hardest point of my life. I get to know the person I like is going to leave me then I get diagnosed with Pneumonia. However, I've been keeping an optimistic spirit through the tough situations. It helps a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say goodbye to Yousef on May 14th. Simply because I felt like it wouldn't make a difference even if I did. I did give him the card 2 week earlier, so that was my goodbye. Everyone was mad at me and told me I would regret it. I don't think I would. This is just how I feel I should confront it. I know it's not the way everyone would do it but I guess I'm not everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously really upset. I cried like I haven't in ages on the 13th but I spend the whole of 14th distracting myself. I'm good at that.. distracting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded earlier tonight for telling someone it's easier to tell someone don't think about it. They gave me no mercy and went all Rambo. And I agreed. I didn't know what I wanted to myself.. I shouldn't have even asked that person anyway. Padan muka Mei kena balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to take it easy and really pull through. So far, I'm doing pretty fine. Not superbly excellent but these things don't happen overnight right? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the whole exprience taught me a lot. It's something I'm going to remember and bring with me wherever I go. That smile is still fresh in my memory banks for now.. I might forget it eventually. Someday I'm going to be able to look back and laugh. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest of you (readers, fellow TTJ's) are doing better than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mei Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5495171998523174967?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5495171998523174967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5495171998523174967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5495171998523174967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5495171998523174967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-happiness-on-mondays.html' title='no happiness on mondays'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1130647757657973901</id><published>2009-05-16T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:05:54.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of DNA and proteins</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Proteins can't exist without DNA and DNA has no purpose without proteins. Are we to assume, then, that they arose simultaneously with the purpose of supporting each other? If so: wow.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, thats all I have to say :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1130647757657973901?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1130647757657973901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1130647757657973901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1130647757657973901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1130647757657973901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-dna-and-proteins.html' title='of DNA and proteins'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1282670394999860727</id><published>2009-05-14T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:40:18.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another crappy monologue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/prescience/3419259979/sizes/l/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/7WJz8tpU9lzgl8kbMkGsLrqIo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously would. And I want to be happy as well. So, please don't walk away without me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1282670394999860727?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1282670394999860727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1282670394999860727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1282670394999860727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1282670394999860727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-crappy-monologue.html' title='Another crappy monologue.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6643867437933123206</id><published>2009-05-12T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:10:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgkmBsOl1-I/AAAAAAAACG8/9_-Lmb_o0Qk/s1600-h/145151+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgkmBsOl1-I/AAAAAAAACG8/9_-Lmb_o0Qk/s400/145151+a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334837044091148258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sgkh-C9nLeI/AAAAAAAACG0/Xn-vfrHwefk/s1600-h/gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sgkh-C9nLeI/AAAAAAAACG0/Xn-vfrHwefk/s400/gay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334832583427960290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgkhZGNOC2I/AAAAAAAACGs/ztwOh6kcfyc/s1600-h/145704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgkhZGNOC2I/AAAAAAAACGs/ztwOh6kcfyc/s400/145704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334831948643568482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now perfectly happy. I still have the ups and downs though. But yeah, we'll never know if we keep on frowning and let the world spins without our joy. We'll miss something fun out of it. I'm enjoying my senior year(how typical) and still trying to cope up with my studies. Midterms is less than three days and here I am sneaking to get the internet connection to go online and post something on TTJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above pictures. I had a great Sunday. Razeeq's birthday bash. My best friend, Anis came. We had lots of fun. Laughing and rolling on the floor involved. And it's also mother's day. So, to all beautiful moms out there.. Happy Mother's Day to you! Hope you had a great Mother's day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished my mom. And I planned a suprise mother's day present for her hehehe xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, that's, it.. I think. I'm just happy and miserable at the same time but mostly happy and happy. I love being happy! HAHAHA I'm gonna stop now. See ya later, calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I slapped someone's face today hahahahhhahaha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6643867437933123206?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6643867437933123206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6643867437933123206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6643867437933123206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6643867437933123206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-life.html' title='Living the life!'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgkmBsOl1-I/AAAAAAAACG8/9_-Lmb_o0Qk/s72-c/145151+a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7229017285855749677</id><published>2009-05-10T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:41:08.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey girls, sorry for missing a post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got not so good news to share. I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'm going to just say it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've been diagnosed with Pneumonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing major so far but in my opnion, when you have blood in your phlegm... It's bound to be major. I'm on antibiotics now. And I have most sexiest voice. It'd be totally awesome if.. pneumonia wasn't this deadly viral thats breathing in my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish my antibiotics today and tomorrow if my doctor thinks I'm not getting any better, I get admitted. I'm really kind of scared to be honest but I'm being positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing for everything is.. horrible for me. I get to know I have this crazy viral in my body and then to know it's only a few more days until I have to see Yousef leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I guess it's a lose-lose situation..&lt;br /&gt;Life just sucks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7229017285855749677?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7229017285855749677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7229017285855749677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7229017285855749677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7229017285855749677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-girls-sorry-for-missing-post-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-728911349376718449</id><published>2009-05-09T08:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:17:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever &amp; Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know I've been missing several Fridays now but it just can't be helped. I can't use the PC that much nowadays. So, yes. I'm terribly sorry (makes sad face)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me tell a story of my science lab partners.&lt;br /&gt;Puan Mahmudah was at the front talking about chapter 6 and as usual, Darrell was crapping about with me while Farah and Syaza were asking questions of some chemical equation. Suddenly while I was filling out some empty spaces in my Science practical book, Darrell suddenly said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gatal gile kaki pakai kasut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Low and I were already laughing. Lucky Puan Mahmudah didn't get mad. Heeee. I don't know how I'm going to make it through a day without them if I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; get MRSM next year ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers, Khadijah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-728911349376718449?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/728911349376718449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=728911349376718449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/728911349376718449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/728911349376718449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever-always.html' title='Forever &amp; Always'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8387351607465004766</id><published>2009-05-06T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:01:03.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derby</title><content type='html'>My birthday was awe to the some! Do I really need to tell all the deets here? Go to my blog please. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ...... I really don't know what to write about. hmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right! Here it is, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypACTvhluzM"&gt;our first BOTB entry!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should post up the one we practiced too since you can't hear the flute much. But I shall do that later on. I sounded so nervous! I might say I actually wasn't that nervous but I guess I just couldn't shake off the excess. heh. And I hope you guys didn't expect too much :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8387351607465004766?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8387351607465004766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8387351607465004766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8387351607465004766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8387351607465004766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/derby.html' title='Derby'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2727032142429388471</id><published>2009-05-05T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:29:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgAFv_1n0-I/AAAAAAAACGk/1YRn9Xsst5s/s1600-h/200539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgAFv_1n0-I/AAAAAAAACGk/1YRn9Xsst5s/s400/200539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332268280954999778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was.. Quite peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to ignore any negativity and it worked. A little, yeah. And I'm not that stable right now because I still can't avoid my nervous problem. Oh dear, my name was called to the front of the hall and to answer a question and I'm about to die. hahahahahahahaha mengarut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, someone is already 1 year older on Sunday. Wishing you all the best yo Aisyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2727032142429388471?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2727032142429388471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2727032142429388471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2727032142429388471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2727032142429388471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SgAFv_1n0-I/AAAAAAAACGk/1YRn9Xsst5s/s72-c/200539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6889504317828421490</id><published>2009-05-03T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:54:36.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Kajang to Wangsa Maju</title><content type='html'>AISYAH PAHMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EFFIN' BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You're getting older! hauahuahaaa Lots of love from Zara Suhaimee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6889504317828421490?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6889504317828421490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6889504317828421490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6889504317828421490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6889504317828421490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-kajang-to-wangsa-maju.html' title='From Kajang to Wangsa Maju'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4129258964188289659</id><published>2009-04-30T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:59:40.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn the frown, upside down.</title><content type='html'>Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastric and fever have been attacking since Tuesday morning. I'm dying slowly on my deathbed. And I'm in need of virtual hugs and Cadbury or anything at all that could make me warm and happy and moody-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a complete confusion where I don't know who to trust, who to go for, who to go with. I am now with nobody to trust, nobody to go for, nobody to go with. You know how does that feel? I tend to be sad nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish, I wish somebody or something could cheer me up for the rest of my life. Wishing that I don't have or I don't have to encounter all these sad memories ever again. And, I wish I could transform to my old self again, I wish all these unwanted stuff have never happened. Like I said, I WISH. My wishes rarely and hardly comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually lie on my bed, restlessly, thinking about the things that have happened for the past few days, weeks, months, that describes the word SAD. I'm not the optimist that I used to be. I have revolved into a pessimist. A pessimist that thinks their au courant life is not even worth it. I mean, nothing is meaningful now. Naught at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be merrier, Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Aisyah H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4129258964188289659?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4129258964188289659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4129258964188289659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4129258964188289659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4129258964188289659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-frown-upside-down.html' title='Turn the frown, upside down.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8330859720517720892</id><published>2009-04-29T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:56:57.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SfhYdak1j7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/4v0ZxgfEJSs/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330107421366259634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SfhYdak1j7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/4v0ZxgfEJSs/s320/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be posting up the video but it's taking an awesome long time to upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was sane. Acceptably sane even with the insanes being .... insane? Annoyed the crap out of me but those kind of people just do those kind of stuff don't they? But I am so so so so so so so so so so SO grateful to have incredible friends. The best friends and those circling around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few posts ago it was just in the first days of April and now we're near to May already. I should start playing basketball in the evenings again. It's just that I don't really have anyone to go with :( And I should start revising everyday since Mid Term is on the 20th and then on the 25th/26th I'm going to Perth to stay with my eldest sister for about 3 weeks. hehehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there goes May :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psst, my birthday is on this Sunday :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8330859720517720892?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8330859720517720892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8330859720517720892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8330859720517720892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8330859720517720892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-wednesday.html' title='Hello Wednesday'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SfhYdak1j7I/AAAAAAAAAmE/4v0ZxgfEJSs/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5395411595051937014</id><published>2009-04-28T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:00:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrible Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfbRsiuinvI/AAAAAAAACGU/38hYRSdOBng/s1600-h/IMG_6855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfbRsiuinvI/AAAAAAAACGU/38hYRSdOBng/s400/IMG_6855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329677772206022386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second post for today. I guess I'm a little excited 'cause the internet is still here after I got home today. Hella for the internetz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girls, I think I am cursed on Tuesday. It's a Torrible(horrible) Tuesday I tell you. My table mate didn't come to school today and we have like a lot of homework to be due by today and a pop quiz on history for chapter four(which I did not study for). I can tell you that, I am not, not literally, in a stable mood. Mood swings? I don't really know. But sometimes I can be quite hyperactive and I love to make people laugh. It calms me down. What the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I'm just typing anything up, not to think of any idea or main topic for Tuesday but yeah I really hope you girls are having the time of your life like I am now. I'm just dealing with mid term pressure. My mid term starts on 14th of May and I am not ready, at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Zac Efron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my schedule to be loosen up a bit because I so tired of the extra classes unconditionally set and home tuition. And internetz craze. I need to stop dreaming and put the dream on action! I need more motivation! I need.. I need him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my mother and I need to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I have a permanent ambition. So that's all from me girls. I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Please leave me a comment and I'll send you a virtual hugs xD toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5395411595051937014?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5395411595051937014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5395411595051937014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5395411595051937014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5395411595051937014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/torrible-tuesday.html' title='Torrible Tuesday'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfbRsiuinvI/AAAAAAAACGU/38hYRSdOBng/s72-c/IMG_6855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1016482654472181309</id><published>2009-04-28T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:40:55.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can talk and walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfXeh6rZtRI/AAAAAAAACFU/3nbrorQwE4c/s1600-h/161553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfXeh6rZtRI/AAAAAAAACFU/3nbrorQwE4c/s400/161553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410408331195666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the internet on Tuesday morning at 00:35 hours. Boy, I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of getting text messages. I'm confused, yet again. I love my life and I love me. I can be more complex than you think. I can ignore you and make you laugh all night long. I love the way you make faces to me every time we met. It's just that I can't be feeling this anymore. I'm through with this phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, emotional much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new in my life.. I made a new friend. I laugh all the time when I'm in school. I'm suck at focusing. I sing for fun. I've been a lazy bum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1016482654472181309?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1016482654472181309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1016482654472181309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1016482654472181309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1016482654472181309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-can-talk-and-walk.html' title='I can talk and walk'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfXeh6rZtRI/AAAAAAAACFU/3nbrorQwE4c/s72-c/161553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-94625929128342155</id><published>2009-04-27T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:52:20.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SfVeQP5FX2I/AAAAAAAABr8/tBdZ7-NBAw4/s1600-h/ravinshand.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SfVeQP5FX2I/AAAAAAAABr8/tBdZ7-NBAw4/s320/ravinshand.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329269367299727202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday was kick ass. I'm still sad I missed Kat's performance. Sorry girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room's current state looks like someone attacked it. Someone unleashed WWIII and made NO SURVIVORS their motto. Haha. Yes, it's that messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that I'm in a standstill. It's like I'm stuck here waiting. Waiting for what? I'm not sure myself. I just feel like I am. Like somethings going to destruct itself anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17days. And maybe that's what I'm waiting for (?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-94625929128342155?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/94625929128342155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=94625929128342155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/94625929128342155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/94625929128342155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/room.html' title='room.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SfVeQP5FX2I/AAAAAAAABr8/tBdZ7-NBAw4/s72-c/ravinshand.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7904356654627269359</id><published>2009-04-26T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:25:01.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my dear old daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfRAcEFbdGI/AAAAAAAACFE/arpww01jy4w/s1600-h/IMG_6734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfRAcEFbdGI/AAAAAAAACFE/arpww01jy4w/s400/IMG_6734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328955109963166818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to tell you girls. My week has been absolute unpredictable! It was great and there's also the ups and downs going on but I'm holding on. I'm out of time to be online. Got to go xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I promise you to update more next weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7904356654627269359?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7904356654627269359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7904356654627269359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7904356654627269359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7904356654627269359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-dear-old-daddy.html' title='I love my dear old daddy'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SfRAcEFbdGI/AAAAAAAACFE/arpww01jy4w/s72-c/IMG_6734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7771542731765112126</id><published>2009-04-25T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:04:34.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Top</title><content type='html'>wooooo I'm just so happy about the BOTB! We did it! Syaza, Kat and I did it!  My voice didn't crack. And no one boo-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the video later when I get back the video camera from Syaza ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7771542731765112126?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7771542731765112126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7771542731765112126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7771542731765112126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7771542731765112126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-top.html' title='On Top'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-1485980476898251018</id><published>2009-04-24T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:27:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh purple bruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SfG7_WIBfTI/AAAAAAAAAys/AYf3-ZDAP2I/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328246531101392178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SfG7_WIBfTI/AAAAAAAAAys/AYf3-ZDAP2I/s400/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad isn't it? I got it when I was playing volleyball last week. At first, I didn't notice it turning purple until that particular place felt sore when I touched it. So, well, my hand is purple and I like looking at it. Yes, wierd, I know. Hehe. Oh well. I easily get injuries when I play any form of sports. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mmmmm, so Aisyah and Syaza came over to practice for tomorrow's BOTB. Damn, wish us luck! We didn't tell anyone except Ellya what song we were performing because its a surprise for everyone. But even so, Ellya doesn't know what has changed. Only the people in my house know *evil grin* Oh! Mei's coming, so hooray! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, seeing as TTJ has been dry, girls, here's a question for you:&lt;br /&gt;What was/is the worst bruise/injury you've had so far?&lt;br /&gt;Mesti ada punya. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers, Khadijah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-1485980476898251018?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/1485980476898251018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=1485980476898251018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1485980476898251018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/1485980476898251018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-purple-bruise.html' title='Oh purple bruise'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/SfG7_WIBfTI/AAAAAAAAAys/AYf3-ZDAP2I/s72-c/Picture+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6157643620453769170</id><published>2009-04-23T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:53:43.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disoriented state.</title><content type='html'>I don't understand. I don't understand a lot of stuff lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes, it seems like I'm trapped in a black hole.  No exits to be seen and no entrance to be found. No where to runaway. In a godforsaken perlieu and sod, crying for mercy. Wailing won't do any good either. I own a right bare hand and the left, accompanied by a pocket knife. Or.. would it be more prominent to substitute those for a pen and paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I lay, formulating my thoughts and engraving my heart on to a piece of paper. I see nothing. I see a void instead of my aesthetic etchings. Am I hallucinating? I don't fancy day dreaming. Not at all. A literal world is what I cherish most. Or am I lost?  Lost in my own wraith territory..&lt;/blockquote&gt;-Phonyskinter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Aisyah H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6157643620453769170?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6157643620453769170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6157643620453769170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6157643620453769170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6157643620453769170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/disoriented-state.html' title='Disoriented state.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4132695021697324878</id><published>2009-04-22T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:16:46.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyYwsj_S5C0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyYwsj_S5C0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What's up y'all? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the last papers of Test 2 today. For the first time I finally felt calm during tests. Except for Maths of course. I hate the fact that I still suck at it eventhough I like Maths. hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My birthday is in eleven days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's hard to believe it's already near. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4132695021697324878?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4132695021697324878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4132695021697324878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4132695021697324878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4132695021697324878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-up-yall-d-i-just-finished-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4739271466289904320</id><published>2009-04-20T16:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:27:18.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jodoh yang tidak tentu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SexEFD_pkcI/AAAAAAAABrc/_LCIWnfDkJY/s1600-h/y..png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SexEFD_pkcI/AAAAAAAABrc/_LCIWnfDkJY/s320/y..png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326707313034760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best 6 weeks and 8 days spent in my whole entire life with a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're amazing..&lt;br /&gt;And that's one reason why I can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am a lost of words. This could probably be the hardest point in my 18 year old life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or someone would tell me there's more to come. I don't really know. But right now, I don't think I ever had to be in this place. To actually watch the right person walk into your life and then.. walk out the next minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off the person decides they want to make you hate them so it'd be easier for you to move on. When actually, it makes the situation even more hard than it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life tanks. We still go on anyway.&lt;br /&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/6951547084949382759-4739271466289904320?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4739271466289904320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4739271466289904320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4739271466289904320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4739271466289904320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/jodoh-yang-tidak-tentu.html' title='jodoh yang tidak tentu'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SexEFD_pkcI/AAAAAAAABrc/_LCIWnfDkJY/s72-c/y..png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4757391768199019381</id><published>2009-04-19T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:23:12.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive :-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Seq92iKg5vI/AAAAAAAACEY/Zlf_P6sOkQE/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Seq92iKg5vI/AAAAAAAACEY/Zlf_P6sOkQE/s400/008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326278253900523250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to watch 17 Again! HIHIHIHI 8-B (Look! Zac Efron is so cute HA HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello girls, it's Zunday Zara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday --&gt; Hella awesome. Another day of giggling and drooling. Check!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday --&gt; Horrible as usual. I think I am cursed on Tuesday, holy. Tennis tournament for single players. I lost, how typical. I can't seem to pass the nervous/panic in my head and heart. Pshh, move over Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday --&gt; Tennis tournament for double players. I teamed up very well with Azreen. We lose at Semi Final and 3rd place in hand! I looked quite tensed when I played, darn. Anyway, Wednesday was so-so.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday --&gt; Annoyed with _____.&lt;br /&gt;Friday --&gt; *cricket cricket*&lt;br /&gt;Saturday --&gt; CRAZY AS HELL! Biology extra class turns out to be a playground for me and my friends. We annoyed everybody hahahahahhahahaha it was so fun. I laughed and smiled. And it was okay. Well, I really can't put any words together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in no mood of blogging now. I still feel somehow empty inside. I'm figuring things out. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4757391768199019381?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4757391768199019381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4757391768199019381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4757391768199019381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4757391768199019381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-alive-p.html' title='Still alive :-P'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Seq92iKg5vI/AAAAAAAACEY/Zlf_P6sOkQE/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4717238220177928945</id><published>2009-04-18T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:04:26.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah, I'm red-handed</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Update ke, dengar lagu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. I know I'm wrong. Needn't be harsh you know. I know you wish I'd disappear don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4717238220177928945?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4717238220177928945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4717238220177928945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4717238220177928945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4717238220177928945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-yeah-im-red-handed.html' title='Yeah yeah, I&apos;m red-handed'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4655338456407086825</id><published>2009-04-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:50:19.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/iiqjfPz8am65iu93YILsMtG0o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/iiqjfPz8am65iu93YILsMtG0o1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like typing anything out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4655338456407086825?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4655338456407086825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4655338456407086825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4655338456407086825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4655338456407086825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-words.html' title='No words.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2487847676507274751</id><published>2009-04-13T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:22:07.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i still crumble at your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SeMd_34hlnI/AAAAAAAABrM/w8nYdwd5VqY/s1600-h/bejealous%21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SeMd_34hlnI/AAAAAAAABrM/w8nYdwd5VqY/s320/bejealous%21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324132167652054642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zara ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what or how to feel right now. Since Y has to leave me to return to his country. There's a 99.9% chance he's not coming back here. It didn't help that when I drew a ): on a yellow post it note, flashed it at him through the webcam and he told me back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;): too, mei&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost cried. Twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard for me right now. Since I really like this boy and he's a lot of things I'd like in a person. And he looks so fucking sexy in flannel. And his smile melts my heart. However, I can't be selfish and not let him pursue his long life dream/ambitions. I can't hold him back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I feel like Ross or Rachel in friends right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2487847676507274751?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2487847676507274751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2487847676507274751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2487847676507274751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2487847676507274751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-i-still-crumble-at-your-name.html' title='and i still crumble at your name.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SeMd_34hlnI/AAAAAAAABrM/w8nYdwd5VqY/s72-c/bejealous%21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-4337970535042953133</id><published>2009-04-12T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:38:05.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who says I'm not happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-4337970535042953133?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/4337970535042953133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=4337970535042953133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4337970535042953133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/4337970535042953133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-says-im-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6310717162454301209</id><published>2009-04-12T10:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:34:23.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so I've gone a little wild...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeF4Csxaj6I/AAAAAAAACEA/YslpfntvIuc/s1600-h/223144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeF134TK68I/AAAAAAAACDw/6V7C2iXerKQ/s400/223019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323665837394684866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeF1WCpYkpI/AAAAAAAACDo/5eHYCXYe57g/s1600-h/223002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeF1WCpYkpI/AAAAAAAACDo/5eHYCXYe57g/s400/223002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323665256056656530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFYg6uyBTI/AAAAAAAACDg/w47Bnh3kRSQ/s1600-h/223043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFYg6uyBTI/AAAAAAAACDg/w47Bnh3kRSQ/s400/223043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323633557073167666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFQuTxK5_I/AAAAAAAACDY/A6kHOe5eQNM/s1600-h/222952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFQuTxK5_I/AAAAAAAACDY/A6kHOe5eQNM/s400/222952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323624991039350770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFQoO0wQ4I/AAAAAAAACDQ/-DBfa6M39Os/s1600-h/222944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFQoO0wQ4I/AAAAAAAACDQ/-DBfa6M39Os/s400/222944.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323624886632989570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFQYuqxAqI/AAAAAAAACDI/InMN5RJettA/s1600-h/222957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeFQYuqxAqI/AAAAAAAACDI/InMN5RJettA/s400/222957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323624620303123106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I spent my weekdays without the internet. I rather poke my eyes than read school books. Kidding. So, I had so much going on in a week. The tears came in late Wednesday, as cue of heartbroken. I'm okay now. Quite happy now, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, I can't stop thinking about b-boy. How wierd is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls! we need to upbeat ourselves. Stop with the negativity and life's too short to be miserable, aye? And btw where's Kat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6310717162454301209?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6310717162454301209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6310717162454301209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6310717162454301209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6310717162454301209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-ive-gone-little-wild.html' title='And so I&apos;ve gone a little wild...'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SeF4Csxaj6I/AAAAAAAACEA/YslpfntvIuc/s72-c/223144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-9125945212675882535</id><published>2009-04-11T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:14:29.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4,3,2,1. I'll let go if you let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SeB5dmdHnoI/AAAAAAAABrE/qAqKQF-YINo/s1600-h/quote.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SeB5dmdHnoI/AAAAAAAABrE/qAqKQF-YINo/s320/quote.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323388308997774978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should really be doing my art homework.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot and I shouldn't be procrastinating! My old habits they die hard. I'll get to them after this. I promise myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTJ has been really slow. I hope we pick up pace soon. Please don't give up girls and remember our blog isn't always about being happy or perky things, we are after all 5 girls. Even if we are sad, we should write about them. We should inspire other girls to be stronger about their challanges in life as well. That's what TTJ stands for: Fitting in but never quite fits either. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through the roughest points of my life right now. Nothing I had to go through before this in my shit high school drama driven life can compare to what I am facing right now. I'm not trying to scare anyone. I'm just being honest. Decisions need to be made and please I can tell you this: Make them wisely. Listen to yourself 1st before anyone else. It's what you want, not others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matters of the heart are even harder. Especially for a heart like mine. So afraid of being hurt and so skeptic of the person I want to give it to. I don't do well in these things. I don't think I can go through this. What's this? This is Being vunerable. Being hurt. Being ready to open yourself to harsh reality of the world. Being able to care for another person as they are apart from you. I know I know nothing about these things, I am only 18. I still have so much more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't change my mind about that you can learn at every age. I think you learn everyday. And you never stop learning. Especially not for me. I've been learning since I was 1 year old. I'm still learning now. I'll still be learning when I'm 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you girls are all going to be strong&lt;/span&gt;. And I maybe emotionally unstable (occasionally) but I'll always be here as the big buffalo imaginary big sister most of you probably don't have. Or not. Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next Monday, loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-9125945212675882535?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/9125945212675882535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=9125945212675882535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9125945212675882535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/9125945212675882535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/4321-ill-let-go-if-you-let-go.html' title='4,3,2,1. I&apos;ll let go if you let go.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SeB5dmdHnoI/AAAAAAAABrE/qAqKQF-YINo/s72-c/quote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8724908355498508015</id><published>2009-04-11T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:47:57.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A translucent-self</title><content type='html'>I don't think the lively feelings still exist in this Internet world. I want to apologize for not posting anything on Thursday. Nothing interesting flew into my mind. I feel opaque. So now, I'm currently stuck in a library in MRSM Perlis with my sibs-- just us, alone. I don't really adore the library excluding the fact that it's air conditioned. So yeah. And I'm reading some book I snatched off the shelf and it seems it had been abandoned ever since 1990. Anyways, I don't think I have much to share. So, that's alll for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Aisyah H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8724908355498508015?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8724908355498508015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8724908355498508015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8724908355498508015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8724908355498508015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/translucent-self.html' title='A translucent-self'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-267644324771317091</id><published>2009-04-11T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:57:35.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTJ?</title><content type='html'>Where is everybody? :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Girls, I'll post something later xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-267644324771317091?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/267644324771317091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=267644324771317091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/267644324771317091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/267644324771317091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/ttj.html' title='TTJ?'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6637650239660692505</id><published>2009-04-08T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:44:47.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>00:14 hours on Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I am surrounded with negativity. negative words coming from a lot of peoples' mouths. and it's annoying. Hello, have a good Wednesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered someone that sounds exactly like Squidward! and she is a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;it's pure torture to have to listen to her speak. being me, I couldn't stop laughing my head off. and it is not healthy. she is a teacher for goodness sake. and I'm having my PMR. sheittt :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my week's filled with pure love. lovely conversations with very dear and close friends and food and love. haha. well, I can't help it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_N6mxXhqbo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_N6mxXhqbo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dayumm man. I've always adored dancers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I know that I'd be fine,&lt;br /&gt;if I have you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6637650239660692505?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6637650239660692505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6637650239660692505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6637650239660692505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6637650239660692505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/0014-hours-on-wednesday.html' title='00:14 hours on Wednesday'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2765987689948186213</id><published>2009-04-06T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:23:02.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless for once.</title><content type='html'>It's Monday and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lost of words right now. Things are getting better. If anyone ever tells you finding your other half easy, I swear I need a nice punch from me. It's fucking hard! I'm not lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College's pretty awesome. Tiring but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post more details on the weekend. I promisee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Monday's xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2765987689948186213?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2765987689948186213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2765987689948186213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2765987689948186213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2765987689948186213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless-for-once.html' title='speechless for once.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2015243278982536940</id><published>2009-04-05T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:34:33.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' special yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SdiVYbliooI/AAAAAAAACDA/q0PhU05UEeQ/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SdiVYbliooI/AAAAAAAACDA/q0PhU05UEeQ/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321167206692856450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture from a blogger and she's very talented, I'm inspired even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't help myself from not posting during Sundays. I love Sundays. But today-- Tennis training, 3 hours long of Additional Mathematics home tuition and two hours of facts and complex sentences in Biology term demanded by my teacher is utterly exhausting. If I'm not getting good grades then seriously... I have a major problem. Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school had our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hari Sukan&lt;/span&gt; on Friday and it was.. very.. well.. different than what I experienced last year. Har har. The fact that I had fun shouting "Go Merah! Go! Sikit lagi! Go!" and taking pictures at the same time is amazingly fun. I saw my seniors. There's so much I want to include here but it's unnecessary. Overall, it was a great day. And yeah, physic's tuition got cancel later on and that made my day. Hahaha can't help myself to type that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I challenge you to post a picture of a name sign to someone you love :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2015243278982536940?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2015243278982536940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2015243278982536940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2015243278982536940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2015243278982536940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothin-special-yo.html' title='Nothin&apos; special yo'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SdiVYbliooI/AAAAAAAACDA/q0PhU05UEeQ/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7476138153108536344</id><published>2009-04-04T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:30:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.illinoisfamily.org/content/img/f33859/Abstinence__smiling_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.illinoisfamily.org/content/img/f33859/Abstinence__smiling_kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;push away all the unhappy thoughts and throw away the unhappy tears. April just might be a whole another story than March. that is, if you want it to. when you set your mind straight, you really have a bigger chance to get things your way. rather than frowning and constantly reassuring if you're good enough, go ahead, DO IT. do it the way you want it to be done. forget the things that are keeping you down. erm, buang yang keruh ambil yang jernih? hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my March was awesomeeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;sure, some hard times came along the way but I'm keeping my head up high. I'm trying to not let learning and education stress me out. no, I don't want to be a stressed-out person.&lt;br /&gt;mm, I have no doubt that April could be awesome too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my desktop freaking crashed! some important things in there, all gone. BOOOOOO :&lt;br /&gt;plus, my brother's laptop got some serious issues. haih. I did type out everything on Wednesday but somehow, everything just went missing. the laptop can't even restart normally -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not my fault this time. hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lovess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7476138153108536344?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7476138153108536344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7476138153108536344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7476138153108536344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7476138153108536344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/clean-slate.html' title='Clean Slate'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6012750842241236171</id><published>2009-04-03T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:06:13.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i'm empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am on the verge of having my brain splitting into two what with debate and my unfinished folios. Constantly having morning migraines is just pure evil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'll post something better tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers, Khadijah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6012750842241236171?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6012750842241236171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6012750842241236171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6012750842241236171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6012750842241236171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-im-empty.html' title='because i&apos;m empty'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-5918951504966596994</id><published>2009-04-02T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:38:40.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away freely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/QOMVUQt0Ulrzciwe9e1JRNslo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/QOMVUQt0Ulrzciwe9e1JRNslo1_400.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the chance to escape. That would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-5918951504966596994?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/5918951504966596994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=5918951504966596994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5918951504966596994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/5918951504966596994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-away-freely.html' title='Fly away freely.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3781963967335039217</id><published>2009-03-31T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:34:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy last Tuesday in March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SdH2kH3B9eI/AAAAAAAACC4/nBy3ksYyCuI/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SdH2kH3B9eI/AAAAAAAACC4/nBy3ksYyCuI/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319303735346853346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Happy birthday, Atiqah Zakirah! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't in someone's internet line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had permission from my step mother to use the internet 'cause I'm finishing my assignment on English PLBS. Yep, I really am working my ass off. So, my weekend flowed just fine. One of my friend, Iman lost her father in a tragic accident. If you read The Stars or any newspaper you can find a tragic accident happened to two person, doctors, both paediatrician. Al-Fatihah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought cute stickers last Sunday night and a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm really working hard during my tennis training. I did bought a new tennis racket (which is nobody recommended anything to me, so yeah blahblah). Papa bought me a Wilson racket. Still trying to get use to it. Whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love making jokes with new friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mei, I love you. Be happy, will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3781963967335039217?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3781963967335039217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3781963967335039217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3781963967335039217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3781963967335039217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-last-tuesday-in-march.html' title='Happy last Tuesday in March'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/SdH2kH3B9eI/AAAAAAAACC4/nBy3ksYyCuI/s72-c/IMG_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-593859916066710535</id><published>2009-03-30T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:32:14.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SdCfeSicKeI/AAAAAAAABqk/Lod5nkf_UUs/s1600-h/eatenup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SdCfeSicKeI/AAAAAAAABqk/Lod5nkf_UUs/s320/eatenup.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318926502645737954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is how my heart looks like probably..&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-593859916066710535?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/593859916066710535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=593859916066710535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/593859916066710535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/593859916066710535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-hugs.html' title='i need hugs'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9two-wbtpIQ/SdCfeSicKeI/AAAAAAAABqk/Lod5nkf_UUs/s72-c/eatenup.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-7461667825293314379</id><published>2009-03-28T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:59:26.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, we have a problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sc3QD6gT_fI/AAAAAAAACCo/6cBzXzTuMp4/s1600-h/IMG_5391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sc3QD6gT_fI/AAAAAAAACCo/6cBzXzTuMp4/s400/IMG_5391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318135500657393138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not allowed to be online until the weekend pops in. Yes, the ultimate super daddy is limiting my online issues. I am now in a 'nerdy' pose to strike the books and unfinished homework. I can't be bothered to even ask for "Tuesday" online hours, only Tuesday. I am that coward. I guess this is the best for me, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am here to ask all of you girls if I could post on Saturday/Sunday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. This week has been way unpredictable than ever. B-boy talked and joked with me, again. Contacted through MySpace, bless MySpace. Jealous moments. Issues done. And embarrassed by long pauses and stairs stoppin' involved. Super quick meeting on the stairs ain't no good darlings. Laugh involved too. How quick are we to be friends? Last year-- Looking from afar and today.. Bam! Part-friend, part-enemy. I can't handle the intimacy between braces boy and my girlfriend (one of my good buddies). Trying to avoid the chaos. Blah blah end of story. I might just enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news is: I'm done with Husky Voice. Superbly done. Don't ask why but it's better this way. We ain't going anywhere. He'll stay as my good friend as it is. I feel relieved to just let go this feeling. I'm focusing on the major prize (SPM). I can do it! (I don't know why.. But I'm a little hyper these days ha ha). Schools has been amazing with all the funny crowds and friends being bitchy to each other. We ain't no gangster but we smackin' each other. Okay, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, girls, help me to get through my days without going online okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-7461667825293314379?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/7461667825293314379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=7461667825293314379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7461667825293314379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/7461667825293314379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-we-have-problem.html' title='Girls, we have a problem.'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sc3QD6gT_fI/AAAAAAAACCo/6cBzXzTuMp4/s72-c/IMG_5391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8207346975767775468</id><published>2009-03-27T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:17:10.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO EARTHLINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/ScznKw2tJII/AAAAAAAAAxs/AYaQC_syHYE/s1600-h/Picture+867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317879432116774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/ScznKw2tJII/AAAAAAAAAxs/AYaQC_syHYE/s400/Picture+867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earth Hour is tomorrow people! Switch your lights off and I'll love you long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers, Khadijah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8207346975767775468?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8207346975767775468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8207346975767775468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8207346975767775468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8207346975767775468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-earthlings.html' title='YO EARTHLINGS'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DapV4ayrehM/ScznKw2tJII/AAAAAAAAAxs/AYaQC_syHYE/s72-c/Picture+867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-2828318025699908256</id><published>2009-03-26T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:01:01.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile pls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://19.media.tumblr.com/z7m36UPc7leegaqrhMxN75Kko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/z7m36UPc7leegaqrhMxN75Kko1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I have no idea why, I'm pretty happy lately! Like, really really really happy. Must be the awesome mood swings that had just gone retarded or something. Cos I would usually be all emo-ish and moody and shitz. But yeah whatevs, I AM HAPPYYYY! I'm giddier and more hyped up. And, I likeeeeeeee! I smile and laugh for no reason, in other words, flee from me! LOL, joke. Like in class before, I was seriously acting like a 5 years-old, messing about and chasing each other in the Science lab (Please do not do this at school). I am a child again! Ever had a day where you have an urge to scream? I mean like, screaming for the fun's sake. Hah. I can be rather.. pathetic at times, being too childish. In conclusion, I AM FUGENLY HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Aisyah H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Where's Zara &amp;amp; Esaaaaah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-2828318025699908256?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/2828318025699908256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=2828318025699908256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2828318025699908256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/2828318025699908256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-pls.html' title='Smile pls.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-8455660498958447694</id><published>2009-03-23T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:54:32.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get ready, get set, go.</title><content type='html'>The happiness posts were a real nice lift to TTJ, no? And Kat, happiness need not be lavish. For me, happiness is eating a nice ice cream on a hot day. I'm a pretty easy person to please. You get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been really slow. I've been rather emotionally&amp;amp;physically drained. Been sick since last week. Been so packed since last week. REAL college starts next week! That means: I get new pretty Macbook :D Super stoke about that. IH ends this week, which means I stop seeing Y so often. To be honest girls, I have no idea where we are going. I don't really want to hurt myself. So I think I'll stay safe and say, We're friends. That'd be it, then that'd be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the week would look better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think these Urban/Hip Hop shizz on the radio should come with a warning label. I find them so annoying to be honest. Repeative &amp;amp; predictable. Like the new SouljaBoy track? Something to do with his phone &amp;amp; kissing? Yeah. I've been humming it the whole day. It's so bloody annoying, I feel like poking myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Monday's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-8455660498958447694?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/8455660498958447694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=8455660498958447694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8455660498958447694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/8455660498958447694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-ready-get-set-go.html' title='get ready, get set, go.'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04568754260827232101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-867598040258011872</id><published>2009-03-20T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:08:21.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy happy</title><content type='html'>Yeay yeay! It's Friday and it's my day! *grins Okay, since Mei has asked us all to write something happy, thus I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I'm a sucker at Sejarah-always Bs and Cs. But somehow, just somehow, I landed myself an A in the previous intervension. Yeah, to some of you, it might be pathetic but somehow, little things like this are the ones which make you go all warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. One other thing; lets participate for Earth Hour! I know I'm participating. I might just do a live blog post on that particular Saturday, AND, complete with pictures! So, ALLER PEOPLE! Lets save planet Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, Khadijah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-867598040258011872?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/867598040258011872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=867598040258011872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/867598040258011872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/867598040258011872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-happy-happy.html' title='happy happy happy'/><author><name>Khadijah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10243777337945143918</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/_DapV4ayrehM/TIrhAD5_uPI/AAAAAAAABZ0/CbJCd8Z0TSA/S220/IMG_2936.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-3641213776898865712</id><published>2009-03-19T21:23:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:37:55.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something perky.</title><content type='html'>Mei's challenge. Write about something happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to define the word happy in my current state. So, I'm gonna spam pics about my HAPPY past. There are prolly millions of pictures that I would actually upload, these were some random ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTOXPt51I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DpZirqzvnrs/s1600-h/rompin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTOXPt51I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DpZirqzvnrs/s400/rompin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314902016473818962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJSAHJNaFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R1AhZ7VBhxE/s1600-h/friends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJSAHJNaFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/R1AhZ7VBhxE/s400/friends.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314900672121759826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJR0t-tKjI/AAAAAAAAANs/Pxsd5oiecPU/s1600-h/1b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJR0t-tKjI/AAAAAAAAANs/Pxsd5oiecPU/s400/1b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314900476388256306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTPOLVnNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ggptBIvYLJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTPOLVnNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ggptBIvYLJ8/s400/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314902031219399890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTOxC_FXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BYSm_UhMpts/s1600-h/whitey.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTOxC_FXI/AAAAAAAAAOE/BYSm_UhMpts/s400/whitey.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314902023399740786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who said we need to have everything we crave for to make our self happy? As long as we have our friends and family by our side, everything is completed, with the outcome of happiness. I think right now, I really want those ultra-giddy and over-the-top-happy feelings back inside me, just like the old days. And I wish everybody to have a happy 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, Aisyah H.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-3641213776898865712?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/3641213776898865712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=3641213776898865712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3641213776898865712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/3641213776898865712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/something-perky.html' title='Something perky.'/><author><name>▲ISY▲H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08784572871843294983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/TAiRDE8oOwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgOZWicbhN4/S220/Photo+on+2010-05-27+at+16.03+%235.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JQU3r9WiYI0/ScJTOXPt51I/AAAAAAAAAN8/DpZirqzvnrs/s72-c/rompin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-31220248974954556</id><published>2009-03-18T22:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:09:50.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/ScEGfrp_yDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Fzlk-F3jiYc/s1600-h/bday+hazirah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536176638478386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/ScEGfrp_yDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Fzlk-F3jiYc/s320/bday+hazirah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my something happy. the current present and may be 'till forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah I knowww! I sound all mushy and stuff and I've never, ever been this way. not that I have not been in a relationship but, this time it's different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be too young to understand all of this or to be saying all of this or even to be letting this happen but I just can't help it. with him happening, I'm all happy and I know I'll be happy when I'm with him. I could just prove something someday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for Mei to be with whoever she wants to be, the one who won't break her heart or keep her head spinning like the tea cup at Genting. good luck with Y, Mei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for Zara to find the one to make her happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that I'd be with him forever. hehe ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for Aisyah Haziqah to always be happy, with or without a boy by her side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for Kat's smiles. I wish that someone will know how to appreciate her as much as she is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still, a guy is not the only option to be happy. ya knoww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;err, peace out to every parent that's reading! hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even so, I'd still like to write about something crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday I played Basketball. I jumped and landed with one of my fingers not really the way it's supposed to be. so now it's swollen and I'm annoyed that I can't walk properly -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love, Aisyah P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-31220248974954556?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/31220248974954556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=31220248974954556&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/31220248974954556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/31220248974954556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/anything-happy.html' title='Anything Happy'/><author><name>Aisyah Pahmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10447667506886089765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/SWIZ3n4QSrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gss2Y_LAKG8/S220/Picture+178.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_18pSXFWlEkA/ScEGfrp_yDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Fzlk-F3jiYc/s72-c/bday+hazirah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-6483192059989742226</id><published>2009-03-17T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:45:29.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I have the best mother in the world. She is my world. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sb9-L_n6b4I/AAAAAAAACB4/mzWuPgaiuhg/s1600-h/DSC_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sb9-L_n6b4I/AAAAAAAACB4/mzWuPgaiuhg/s400/DSC_0448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104829842976642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6951547084949382759-6483192059989742226?l=thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/feeds/6483192059989742226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6951547084949382759&amp;postID=6483192059989742226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6483192059989742226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6951547084949382759/posts/default/6483192059989742226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetravellingjrnl.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-happy-story.html' title='My Happy Story'/><author><name>zrshm</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Salok2zffmI/AAAAAAAAB_E/1mvuatubwcY/S220/IMG_9174.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p1xSsyIBgg/Sb9-L_n6b4I/AAAAAAAACB4/mzWuPgaiuhg/s72-c/DSC_0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6951547084949382759.post-29559440966305201</id><published>2009-03-16T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:53:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Dasf! (thats I'm sorry in arab)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT POSTING LAST WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally got the days mixed up. Aren't I a genius? Hahaha. I'm sorry girls! Zara made sure I had to post today. Heehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's just freaking full of surprises. Its takes unexpected turns at the weirdest turnings. And it usually doesn't put a signal 1st. Last week was just crazy. I can't believe I've even made it this far without collapsing entirely! Most of the TTJ girls know about my Mr. Y :) Who I know doesn't reek of indie boy goodness but hey comprise sister! Com-pri-miseee. He has these amazing views of the world and the best smile. He's the definition of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results were decent. I know people expected more from me, I'm sorry I had let them down. Thanks for those who still told me no matter what I'm gonna go so far until my legs would be numb. One thing I've learnt: Never expect everything to be the way they should be. Either way, life goes on ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have... A CHALLENGE!&lt;br /&gt;Write about something happy. Doesn't matter whether it's from the past or current. As long as it's happy. You can write about your cat. Or your first bike. Whatever. Totally up to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happy time is when I was 6, I had this really cute bantal busuk which is now deceases. Haha. I loved it so much, I brought it everywhere. I wasn't able to sleep without it. I loved it like it was my boyfriend. I don't remember if it had a name but whenever I sniffed that brown glory, I would have the biggest grin. I was a kid that is easily pleased. Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you girls have nice stories to share! 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