<?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-3132127563814568846</id><updated>2011-11-05T18:47:34.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dopeness Deepness Liyana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-5204809317232501369</id><published>2011-10-31T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T16:22:55.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Song mood : Thinking of You by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you, a man that used to be my man. But now, there's no more you &amp; me. Why are you like turning back for me. It hurts me alot eventhough as you can see by your ownself, i'm laughing infront of you just wanted to make you feel okay. Imissyoutoo actually, but i can't say it to you cuz it will be so wrong for both of us. :') It's okay, we can still stay as a goodfriend. InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-5204809317232501369?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/5204809317232501369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/5204809317232501369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3905808026380080584</id><published>2011-10-24T18:32:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:26:22.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My talkshow for Project &amp; Presentation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73a36de307372902" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73a36de307372902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366243%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65D96251826782508975259581796C709A4CEDE8.19FA342027742A9FC9AC7C57ED5D749B7B2B0DD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73a36de307372902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNP62f2BNqfSswOo1qhsasFYKkOw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73a36de307372902%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366243%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65D96251826782508975259581796C709A4CEDE8.19FA342027742A9FC9AC7C57ED5D749B7B2B0DD2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73a36de307372902%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNP62f2BNqfSswOo1qhsasFYKkOw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; LOL. The first segment. Interview with Vanessa Hudgens : Me ( the wannabe ) Erkk,pfft. I dance infront of the audiences okay. I got the guts. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Me &amp;amp; my partner,Alin chit chat like it's a real talkshow. We talked spontaneously i guess. Blaa blaa blaaa we chat ~~~ We showed to the audiences the trailer of movie Beastly and Vanessa Hudgens is one of the main characters in that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; This is our commercial break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object width="200" height="200" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aed56d0a49537d5a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daed56d0a49537d5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366243%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E537450832FDB6D3B4F6FC5135551A23663BB80.699A48A0D46C6B9B11E085F7BA56EED8D05219B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daed56d0a49537d5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DllBDyjr2vB5m-rU6YfQdw6wM7lk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="200" height="200" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daed56d0a49537d5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366243%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E537450832FDB6D3B4F6FC5135551A23663BB80.699A48A0D46C6B9B11E085F7BA56EED8D05219B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daed56d0a49537d5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DllBDyjr2vB5m-rU6YfQdw6wM7lk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Done with commercial break, it's time for our game segment. The audiences need to dance. Vanessa choose 4person among the audiences. The 4person divided into 2 groups. 1group consists of 1boy &amp; 1girl. So,the 1group must compete with the other 1group to win. Get it ? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;They dance with this song. Click the play mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-YsjHzadl8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="25" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; HOHO. Ikr, such an old song. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Conclusion that i can make, the talk show went well. thanks guise for the support. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3905808026380080584?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3905808026380080584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3905808026380080584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-talkshows-videos.html' title='My talkshow for Project &amp; Presentation.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-131102835484837386</id><published>2011-10-21T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T00:47:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ada aku kisah ?</title><content type='html'>Takk ~ HAHA. Asal aku happy,aku tak kacau kulit kau,aku tak kacau kepala kau that's enough aite. ;') Aku malaih aihh nak amek port untuk satu satu perkataan keluar dari mulut kau. Relax,chill. Take a deep breath. &lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-131102835484837386?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/131102835484837386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/131102835484837386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/ada-aku-kisah.html' title='Ada aku kisah ?'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7370909056273246707</id><published>2011-10-19T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:48:43.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this word &amp; i love it. :D</title><content type='html'>Dear Girls, If a guy pauses a video game just to text u back marry him... He really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7370909056273246707?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7370909056273246707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7370909056273246707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-found-this-word-i-love-it-d.html' title='I found this word &amp; i love it. :D'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-4969248555542066837</id><published>2011-10-16T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:43:45.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dash Berlin - Man on the run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You stole a kiss and stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;made me a fool right from the start&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t have been so bad except&lt;br /&gt;this little plan, it fell apart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;I’d dare not speak&lt;br /&gt;I’d run like hell&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of seein’ tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a travesty&lt;br /&gt;the way you say our love should be&lt;br /&gt;yeah, such a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;think you can just break my heart and leave me&lt;br /&gt;well you better run&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man on the run&lt;br /&gt;playin’ for fun&lt;br /&gt;wind me up&lt;br /&gt;leave me undone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a travesty&lt;br /&gt;the way you say our love should be&lt;br /&gt;yeah, such a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;think you can just break my heart and leave me&lt;br /&gt;well you better run&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man on the run&lt;br /&gt;playin’ for fun&lt;br /&gt;wind me up&lt;br /&gt;leave me undone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lips are sealed, I’ll never speak&lt;br /&gt;your name in loving memory&lt;br /&gt;so don’t you try to make ammends&lt;br /&gt;that’s what ya get for playin’ mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;I’d dare not speak&lt;br /&gt;I’d run like hell&lt;br /&gt;In hopes of seein’ tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, break my heart and leave me&lt;br /&gt;Man on the run &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a travesty&lt;br /&gt;the way you say our love should be&lt;br /&gt;yeah, such a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;think you can just break my heart and leave me&lt;br /&gt;well you better run&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man on the run&lt;br /&gt;playin’ for fun&lt;br /&gt;wind me up&lt;br /&gt;leave me undone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-4969248555542066837?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4969248555542066837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4969248555542066837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/dash-berlin-man-on-run.html' title='Dash Berlin - Man on the run.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-1430691708885052858</id><published>2011-10-12T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:42:18.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not that good,biatch ;)</title><content type='html'>Don't try to play mess with me dear lil' biatch. I might look like an innocent girl. But,you don't know me yet. HIHIHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-1430691708885052858?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1430691708885052858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1430691708885052858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-not-that-goodbiatch.html' title='I&apos;m not that good,biatch ;)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-1319022390220249461</id><published>2011-10-11T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:32:14.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My talkshow ? Alhamdulillah,it satisfied me. :)</title><content type='html'>Okay,overall i felt so glad bout my talkshow task for my Project &amp; Presentation just now. Everyone seems having a good time. I'm dancing infront of them. Hahaha. Zzzzzz. That's what i love to do. Dancing~ Do the yankee dance. HAHHAA. NOT ! -__-&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah,finally me &amp; my partner already done with the talkshow. Phewhh,one burden has released. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-1319022390220249461?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1319022390220249461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1319022390220249461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-talkshow-alhamdulillahit-satisfied.html' title='My talkshow ? Alhamdulillah,it satisfied me. :)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3963807293233090742</id><published>2011-09-23T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:59:52.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the way u annoyed me. That's why u are different. HAHHA.</title><content type='html'>U make me happy when skies are grey. ILOVEYOU. It's still a secret &amp; hard to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3963807293233090742?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3963807293233090742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3963807293233090742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-way-u-annoyed-me-thats-why-u-are.html' title='I love the way u annoyed me. That&apos;s why u are different. HAHHA.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-753754215400918515</id><published>2011-09-18T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:13:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahlah. I want to get you out of my mind.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. There's nothing else i can say. Just a goodbye. Mr.A, i hope you will get a perfect girl &amp; right for you. I'll pray for your happiness even it will make me cry. But, it's okay. It just like people always said, "a story must have an end"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-753754215400918515?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/753754215400918515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/753754215400918515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/dahlah-i-want-to-get-you-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Dahlah. I want to get you out of my mind.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-4946135556462252863</id><published>2011-09-17T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T01:41:45.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni,ada orang sabotaj aku ea ea ? Hihihi. Alolo,sho sweet.</title><content type='html'>Ni, knp cakap aku jealous ? HAHHAHAHHA ! Alahai, perasannya kau paling hot di dunia. If betul kau lawa, betul lah tu. Tapi, aku jealous ? Hihihi. Macam comel je kau perasan tu. Hihihiihih. Serious comel. HAHAHAH ! Segannyeww iteww. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-4946135556462252863?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4946135556462252863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4946135556462252863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/niada-orang-sabotaj-aku-ea-ea-hihihi.html' title='Ni,ada orang sabotaj aku ea ea ? Hihihi. Alolo,sho sweet.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3891325151151322055</id><published>2011-09-15T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T20:33:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a bad day today. :C</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Banyaknya benda yang buat aku jadi lemah &amp; sangat down harini. Sebab apa tu,aku segan nak bagitahu lah. Biar lah orang yang tahu saje yang tahu sebab dorang ada jugak tadi. Haihh. Ini satu dugaan agak paling besar yang buat aku rasa macam itu pengalaman paling teruk seumur hidup aku. Aku tak sangka benda benda yang tak aku jangka,boleh jadi on this day. Aku benci sebab tadi orang nampak aku betul betul nak nangis. Liyana,lemahnya kau harini. Haih. :'C Nasib baik esok cuti,aku dapatlah rehat &amp; tenangkan otak dari semua masalah tadi. Esok takde kelas,insyaAllah lupakan apa yang dah terjadi tu. Bak kata orang,past is past. Tak boleh dah pusing balik untuk peluang kedua. Aku harap untuk next time,benda lalai tu takkan jadi lagi. Aku mengaku aku lalai sangat tadi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3891325151151322055?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3891325151151322055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3891325151151322055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/such-bad-day-today-c.html' title='Such a bad day today. :C'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-6472182140617950534</id><published>2011-09-14T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T04:42:48.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilaaa ! TAK TIDUR !</title><content type='html'>Why tak tidur ? Oh,buat assignment. Gilaaa ! Tengoklah pukul berapa aku post benda ni. Aku menangis kalau tak perfect ! Aku nak ia perfect. HAHAHA. GELI KAN ? Biarlah,tak salah nak cuba jadikan sesuatu sempurna. InsyaAllah. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-6472182140617950534?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/6472182140617950534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/6472182140617950534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/gilaaa-tak-tidur.html' title='Gilaaa ! TAK TIDUR !'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3254425681051310700</id><published>2011-09-12T19:15:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:08:52.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys,the things that girls dislike &amp; like about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;The things that girls dislike :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 1) Grumpy. But in a certain situation, u can show your grumpiness if you really care about the girl u like &amp;amp; that will be so damn sweet ! IT DEPENDS* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 2) Not showing your own personalities &amp;amp; pretend to do something that is not the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 3) Using annoying words or in english/malay remix," AYATBAJETGOODGOOD".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 4) Insist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 5) You're not showing your jealousy but then suddenly, you tell something that can hurt her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 6) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 7) Pretending that you're not care at all eventhough actually you're care so much. But sometimes,it can be cool too. But,only SOMETIMES. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 8) Proud of doing anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; 9) Keep on making the girl mad for the things that she hate. Once again,sometimes i laugh &amp;amp; don't mind. SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;10) Making fun of the girl that you are actually like infront of your buddies because you don't want to show them that you are really like/love her the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;11) You are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;too shy&lt;/span&gt; to make your first step to aproach &amp;amp; tell the girl that you are into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;The things that girls like :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;1) You show your true colors/the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;2) Letting the girl that you like knows that you likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;3) Keeping things down low/Keep calm &amp;amp; keep low. ;) (You're not showing too much your goodness). Or in easy word,keep yourself cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;4) You shows your jealousy until the girl find out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;5) You're worried about the girl you like if she's in a bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;6) You should stay calm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;7) You still remember her eventhough you're quite busy with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;8) You still want to know what's going on with her if she seems like she's having some problems &amp;amp; shows you want to be the good listener for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Bla blaa blaaa ~ Talk much,shut up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3254425681051310700?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3254425681051310700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3254425681051310700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/boysthe-things-that-girls-dislike-like.html' title='Boys,the things that girls dislike &amp; like about you.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3312360102172471095</id><published>2011-09-12T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:19:17.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See,my boyfie. huuu. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ntg_MyqZjF8?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X8FO7CD4_J4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 this guy. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3312360102172471095?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3312360102172471095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3312360102172471095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/seemy-boyfie-huuu-d.html' title='See,my boyfie. huuu. :D'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7385826811518749544</id><published>2011-09-10T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:57:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skrillex and diplo. DOPE ! (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qvP46-TH-Ug?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="22" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; The art of the music will never can be defeat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7385826811518749544?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7385826811518749544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7385826811518749544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/skrillex-and-diplo-dope-y.html' title='Skrillex and diplo. DOPE ! (Y)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-5161194717408228689</id><published>2011-09-10T17:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:01:34.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's accident momentum effect.</title><content type='html'>This is the result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6184/6132626574_c8936f2db2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="332305_264808083550146_100000628685394_910002_633522267_o"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Actually,that was my dad's car. My mom used his car to go for her meeting in Cameron Highland. Reason why my mom used my dad's car,i'm not sure. Huu. And alhamdulillah,my mom doing just fine &amp; nothing bad happen to her. :) I'm feeling sorry for my dad too cuz he just changed his sport rims few days before the accident. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-5161194717408228689?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/5161194717408228689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/5161194717408228689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/result-of-moms-accident.html' title='Mom&apos;s accident momentum effect.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6184/6132626574_c8936f2db2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-719657222071376950</id><published>2011-09-10T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T17:21:36.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignment. Grrrrrrr ! eatt -__-'</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6132544608_45f14f0a7d.jpg" width="247" height="500" alt="cats" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Okay,that's Hermione Granger from Harry Potter's most famous magical story. Guess what,i must make an essay about Hermione's character cuz i'm going to be her in my role play later. Gahh ! Pretty difficult to make the essay. -__-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-719657222071376950?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/719657222071376950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/719657222071376950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/assignment-grrrrrrr-eatt.html' title='Assignment. Grrrrrrr ! eatt -__-&apos;'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6132544608_45f14f0a7d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7455461111322248514</id><published>2011-09-09T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:22:15.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom accident</title><content type='html'>Bangun bangun je my brother &amp;amp; sister dah kelam kabut siap siap nak tengok my mom kt Cameron. Hmm. Brek tak makan. Bahaya lah. :'( Idk what happened to my mom right now. I'm just staying at home &amp;amp; waiting for any news. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7455461111322248514?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7455461111322248514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7455461111322248514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/mom-accident.html' title='Mom accident'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3800111719166036798</id><published>2011-09-08T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T13:02:30.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa lembab ?</title><content type='html'>Kenapa lembab ? Errr,sampai bila macam ni je lah agaknya. Statik je kan me &amp;amp; you. -__-' Ergh,kau segan aku segan apa pun tak dapat lah. Kau mula dulu dah lawa dah kot. Ini setakat dengan kawan. Ape lah yang nak betul nya. I like you ! I really mean it. Haih,kenapa lah takut sangat. Okay,aku cakap orang aku pun sama. T__T'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3800111719166036798?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3800111719166036798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3800111719166036798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/kenapa-lembab.html' title='Kenapa lembab ?'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-34894709510399609</id><published>2011-09-05T22:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:42:40.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaa,penatlah kan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm exhausted. Pergi Genting. Naik benda benda alah kejadah tu untuk menguji kekuatan rohani &amp;amp; emosi. HAHHA. Gila pembongok punya takut lah i tell you. Naik yang extreme such as Space Shot,Spinner,Pirate Ship,Corkscrew(Standard Roller Coaster),Flying Coaster(Fly like a Spiderman). Masa main Corkscrew tak tahan orang arab belakang amboi gelak macam merak. Dah habis pun jerit jerit lagi. Nak je aku cakap dekat dye,"kelakarlah kau ni Leman." -____- Tapi sumpah kelakar dye gelak. Macam merak kot. 'HAHHAA. Aku gelak je sepanjang main benda ni. Ramai gila orang arab harini. Nasiblah handsome takdelah aku marah. Pffft. Dah diam yana. Then weh,tengah tunggu tunggu main roller coaster ni,bingai ada keling padiapak. Tapi cakap hindustan. Hindustan busuk busuk punya,kurang ajar potong line dengan selamba nya. Ramai pula tu. Memang aku depan depan tu buat "baik" dekat dorang kutuk kuat kuat. Dahlah sorang tu penggemuk. Ingat aku takut agaknya. Hahaha. Itu namanya keling kuditak. -..-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6208/6116544318_4c8dc701b8_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="6571b09f2efa7c7bfc5d5aa5b000eea1_large" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6115999909_08eb6d0115_m.jpg" width="240" height="223" alt="2164267" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6199/6115999659_e2c31eac12_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="P11306723" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6116543836_d6e9b65bc2_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="genting_56" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; Okay,benda jadah kat bawah ni paling aku rasa macam nak tercampak sebab kaki aku masa jatuh dah berterabur kat atas awan sana takut sangat. -___-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6197/6116543658_14ac4b0b0c_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="16496947" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; SPACE SHOT YANG GILA. T_T&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;haha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dah naik semua benda alah ni. Aku lapar,bukan main banyak aku makan dekat sana. Ahh,kisah apa. Aku lapar. Kaybye. Huu. Assalamualaikum. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-34894709510399609?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/34894709510399609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/34894709510399609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/haaapenatlah-kan.html' title='Haaa,penatlah kan.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6208/6116544318_4c8dc701b8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7459538076060267495</id><published>2011-09-04T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:52:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meriahnya hari raya.</title><content type='html'>Serious,1st week raya penuh betul jadual. Jalan raya sana sini rumah saudara &amp;amp; rumah kawan. Masih dapat duit raya pulak tu. Terharunya aku. :'DD Seronok lah,dapat jumpa kawan2 lama. Tapi,tu pun tak semua sebab 1st week raya mestilah busy jugak nak pegi beraya rumah rumah saudara mara. Then,budak U/kolej/matrix lain cuti raya dorang 1week je. Sedihnya. :( Tak dapat weh kumpul ramai ramai macam dulu. Haih,tunggu cuti sem lah nampaknya. Hope dapatlah gather semua. :( Masa tu,aku buat jugak makan makan untuk kawan. Korang,thanks lah datang. Memang meriah lah aku sembang dengan korang. Lama xjumpa &amp;amp; xborak sama macam tu. Haihh. Next time,kita meet up lagi. InsyaAllah. :) Dahlah sampai lupa nak bergambar. Alahhai. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7459538076060267495?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7459538076060267495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7459538076060267495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/meriahnya-hari-raya.html' title='Meriahnya hari raya.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-6761101711073607519</id><published>2011-09-04T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:45:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to ICT with my family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6069/6108973743_ee79016643_z.jpg" width="320" height="640" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-6761101711073607519?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/6761101711073607519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/6761101711073607519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/went-to-ict-with-my-family.html' title='Went to ICT with my family.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6069/6108973743_ee79016643_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-1287273091976949411</id><published>2011-09-01T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:38:28.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever &amp; dizzy ! :(</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Pening,sakit otak ! Esok,please be nice. Orang nak datang raya esok ni. Otak,be nice okay. Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-1287273091976949411?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1287273091976949411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1287273091976949411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/09/fever-dizzy.html' title='Fever &amp; dizzy ! :('/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-6781598732094470191</id><published>2011-08-31T18:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:00:44.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya rayaa ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6099667792_68a8852d6b_b.jpg" width="307" height="1024" alt="30082011920-tile" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6099126165_2f85a5536d_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="30082011959" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa,amek kau gambar gambar raya. Ini baru gambar gambar raya dengan families,kawan kawan belum lagi. Arghh ! Rindu dengan korang lerr unstable people ! :'D&lt;br /&gt;Lusa jom raya ramai ramai. Wuhuu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err,tambahan eventhough aku demam teruk semalam. Tapi,happy sebab _______. Huhu. Terharu sangat dengan kau sebab kau SANGAT COMEL &amp;amp; SWEET GILA LAH MASA FIRST RAYA. Ermm,kalau lah kau tahu~. Hahaah. :') Okay,tunggu ye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-6781598732094470191?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/6781598732094470191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/6781598732094470191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-rayaa-d.html' title='Raya rayaa ;D'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6099667792_68a8852d6b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3229614167846805136</id><published>2011-08-27T01:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:44:59.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause - Pitbull. Step 1,2,3. Hahaha. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wrtk-AqL3bc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3229614167846805136?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3229614167846805136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3229614167846805136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/08/pause-pitbull-step-123-hahaha.html' title='Pause - Pitbull. Step 1,2,3. Hahaha. :)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Wrtk-AqL3bc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7869159911782476385</id><published>2011-08-13T01:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:32:45.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing assignment day &amp; night. 0_o'</title><content type='html'>Wohooo ! Everyone know subject of Project &amp; Presentation (P&amp;P) is an annoying subject. Seriously,annoying subject. My lecturer also told me &amp; the rest of my classmate the same script. Ahaha. This subject require the DECOM students A.K.A DECOMMERS of coz to make a project and then do a presentation related to the project that has been done. T_T Have you read my post title ? 'Doing assignment day &amp; night'. This time i want to share with you guise about my first P&amp;P assignment that must be submit on 15th of August. It's just around the corner !!! :S The assignment is a task with a partner. So,i chosed Miss Syazlin who is the huge fan of Justin Timberlake. -___- LOL ! There's a story behind it. :D Our lecturer just gave us 2weeks to complete the assignment if i'm not mistaken. He started to gave the assignment on last two weeks on Monday. So,by now we should nicely done all the reports. And yes,we already done complete it. We're doing the assignment like non stop okayy to make it as an awesome victory. HUU. But,except for the only one last section; conclusion. We're still quite not sure what should we conclude about. But,insyaAllah by tomorrow we can perfectly complete it. Aminn ~ Now i know what is it look like to live in a college as a student. Major different from schoolhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7869159911782476385?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7869159911782476385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7869159911782476385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/08/doing-assignment-day-night-0o.html' title='Doing assignment day &amp; night. 0_o&apos;'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-4097846000538849187</id><published>2011-08-10T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:42:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bussiness Communication Assesment. :'C</title><content type='html'>Just now,me &amp; my partner,Syazlin did the bussiness communication assesment. The assesment want both of us interact/talk spontaneously according to the topic given. Guess what,we make it much more complicated ! :'C The topic is about running out of working supplies,plan how to solve the issue &amp; explain the importance of the working supplies. Our lecturer said,we can talk about running out of paper cuz it's a common thing that always happen during work time. It shoud be easy. But,we did mistake by misunderstanding the topic. We thought,it's like an informal conversation &amp; must complaining about the paper is running out in the office. Unfortunately,we're wrong. In the same time,we're so out of idea &amp; i guess we repeated the same story,but just using different words. Lastly when we'd done the assesment,our lecturer explain that we can talk about environmental issues such as we shouldn't wasting papers,make a campaign to everyone &amp; many more. :'C Hurghh ! Me &amp; Syazlin were like feel so terribly sad. But there's nothing we can do. Haihh. WE MUST NOT LOOK BACK ! AAAAAA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-4097846000538849187?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4097846000538849187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4097846000538849187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/08/bussiness-communication-assesment-c.html' title='Bussiness Communication Assesment. :&apos;C'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-1041605984311577673</id><published>2011-08-09T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:07:14.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just read it ! Don't ask much. ;)</title><content type='html'>Okay,lama x update blog kan kan. Busy busy ~ -______-' Anyway,Happy Fasting Month everyone ! Woooo ~ My first experience celebrating fasting month WITHOUT MY BELOVED FAMILY. Hmm,it's very tragic. :C Huhu. But,lama lama i started to get into this new experience. Celebrating this fasting month with new friends &amp; new surrounding in the college. It's a cool story to be told later on. C; Okay,ada cerita pasal last night. Konon konon,me &amp; all my roomates wanna break our fast at the new cafe which is more delicate &amp; cheaper. So,around 6 o'clock we walked happily to the new cafe. -_-'' At first when we arrived,wowww there's too many humanbeing scaterred here &amp; there. I fainted for an hour. Okay,i'm lying. Okay,i'm sorry. Erkks. ^^, Then,around 7 o'clock,the weather seems not so good. With rain &amp; windy started to take an action to all the humanbeing in the cafe,all of them started to being a nomad including me by move in to avoid the throughfall from the rain outside of the cafe. We eat there in a cold plus trembling kinda situation. The gred for the freeze weather are A+++++++ and many more plus. Wuuu ! Can u guise imagine that. One of my roomate said that all the customers eating in an extreme way. LOL. That's funny. In an extreme way. HAHAHA. After done eating,me &amp; my roomates straight away wanna go back to our room. This is the havoc moment ! When the time we wanna go back to our room,we used two umbrellas. But,we have &lt;strong&gt;4 person okay. 4 person ! &lt;/strong&gt; Time tgh hujan lebat lebat tu,bayangkan 2 org 1 payung. Full of havoc &amp; laugh. Hahaha ! It's like we must to get through a tough task to get a checkpoint. :DD Finally,when we got back to our room,our leg get wet. What a fun &amp; COOL experienced we had. (i really mean it as a &lt;strong&gt;COOL experience.)&lt;/strong&gt; xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-1041605984311577673?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1041605984311577673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1041605984311577673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-read-it-dont-ask-much.html' title='Just read it ! Don&apos;t ask much. ;)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-44599096650194658</id><published>2011-07-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:44:21.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Apa lah nasib. Xpe lyana,be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-44599096650194658?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/44599096650194658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/44599096650194658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-9196632367889767702</id><published>2011-07-03T00:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T00:44:08.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of mood.</title><content type='html'>Everything will be just fine. (I'm lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-9196632367889767702?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/9196632367889767702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/9196632367889767702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/07/out-of-mood.html' title='Out of mood.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-2904809885605362993</id><published>2011-07-01T00:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:13:16.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menyelamatkan empat ekor anak kucing,dude !</title><content type='html'>I saved four little kittens last night. At the middle of the night,i sneaked out to save them. Terengterenggtrengg ~ Liyana the SuperMario. -__- Okay,i felt just like a superhero. :DD But seriously,i felt so sorry for them. The moment when i saw them,i started to cry. Hurgh. :'C I have no idea where the hell is their mom gone. Guise,don't laugh at me just because i cried for the kittens. &lt;br /&gt;-______-' Kesian lah kot tengok. Tapi tapi,tak boleh salahkan mak dorang juga kan. Maybe si mak lapar kot,cari makan. Their mom should have enough energy to be able to feed her kittens right ~ Another but,takkan si ibu biar anak anak dorang bersepah around my home backyard. Jauh jauh pula tu bersepah all four of them. I grab a small towel from my home guest room because i didn't want their mom will sense a different smell &amp; if she does,she will kill (stab them with a knife. LOLOLOLOL !) &amp; eat them. My mom did told me before this about that. I know right,it is kinda mean. But i guess,that's the nature of animals. So let me tell you my experienced in how did i rescued the kittens last night. First kitten,i saw it blindly crawling to a big drain at the backyard of my house. OMG,with its body that still weak &amp; its eyes that still can't even clearly see yet,the kitten can absolutely die if it fall into the drain. Second kitten,i saw it on my neighbour's open backyard. Third kitten,i saw it alone in the bushes. &amp; for the fourth kitten,i saw it behind the bushes. Finally,i gathered all the four kittens for them to hugging each other &amp; reconcile them. HAHAHA. Sorry for the stupid joke. ~ -..- Not for reconcile them,but for them to heat up their body one and another. Imma quite loquacious person tonight huh ? Huu ~ I'm in the good mood C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-2904809885605362993?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/2904809885605362993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/2904809885605362993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/07/menyelamatkan-empat-ekor-anak.html' title='Menyelamatkan empat ekor anak kucing,dude !'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-8352788464126310985</id><published>2011-07-01T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:14:36.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,hello July.</title><content type='html'>Errrrrrr,4days before 5July comes to me. JUST 4DAYS MORE ! :'C Damn you,i'm nervous okay ! 5July will be my first day in college. Choyyy,Pahang ! Jaoh ~ -__-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-8352788464126310985?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8352788464126310985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8352788464126310985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/07/wellhello-july.html' title='Well,hello July.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-3748060904961609983</id><published>2011-06-28T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:07:48.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBERLERR</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5884741761_944c58c99e_m.jpg" width="240" height="203" alt="cats"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6042/5881061966_27e7a6f382_m.jpg" width="209" height="240" alt="fdfdfdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Fuck you,i do tumblring. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-3748060904961609983?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3748060904961609983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/3748060904961609983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimesi-do-talk-to-strangers.html' title='TUMBERLERR'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5302/5884741761_944c58c99e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-2960794027620316371</id><published>2011-06-27T01:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:57:12.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing up my outfits into my big monster suitcase. Wuu T__T</title><content type='html'>Guise,only 1WEEK left for me. Then,i will off to Pahang. Hmm. It's million miles away from my home sweet home,Cheras. :'C I started to packing up my belongings day by day before 5 July arrives &amp; kill my soul. Huu. I hate this unstable kinda feeling. I got many types of BAD feeling right now such as sad,miserable,fear,broken heart,nervous,trying to pretend that i'm okay but the truth is i'm not &amp; so much more. :C Anyway,back to the main topic : Who helped me the most for my packing up thing ? The answer is .....MY SISTER ! Thunderous applause*. My sister helped me packed all the clothes. Thanks alot to her. If i do it all by myself for this first time experience,i'm sure it's going to be havoc because i don't think my suitcase will be able to fill all the clothes in. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself : Liyana,you must quickly adapt to your brand new lifestyle in college with a major big different view of life. Is it going to be a picturesque view of life ? Or is it going to be a terrible nightmare ? You have to choose your own path. Take a deep breath &amp; exhale ~&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-2960794027620316371?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/2960794027620316371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/2960794027620316371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/packing-up-my-outfits-into-my-big.html' title='Packing up my outfits into my big monster suitcase. Wuu T__T'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7134582830452075144</id><published>2011-06-25T02:07:00.059+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:08:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping with my mom &amp; dad :)</title><content type='html'>Duhh,macam dah lama tak shopping with mom &amp; dad. :') Heyy guise,actually shopping with our parents will be much more better than shopping alone or shopping with our friends errr because they got the money budget for us. Heee. Omg,NO ! That's not cool okay if you guise thought of that. Shopping with our parents is like spending our quality time with them &amp; they really know how to buy all the things that we need WITHOUT wasting. Besides that,parents will also show their love by trying to full fill our need right ? They will give us everything that we need. :,) Erks,enough of that speech cuz i felt like i was too nice. Ya ya,yeahh right ~ -___________- Just now,me &amp; my parents went to the shopping mall to buy few more stuff for me,a girl that going to be her first time homesick ! Alah alah wehh ~ I really mean it,it's going to be REAL SOON ! REAL SOON FOR ME TO GO TO MARA PROFESIONAL COLLEGE,MAN ! Pahang bukan jiran saya ! WOOOOOOOO ! We were also shopped for my Baju Kurung &amp; i really love it because i chose them myself. Pfffft ~ Okay,you guise can kill me now. After done bought all the stuff,we went to a restaurant to playing football. Lameass ~ To eat ofcourse. Then,we drove back home. Terima kasih mak. Terima kasih ayah. HAAAAAAAA. The end. Gosh,what an epic story. NOT ! -____-'' I know right,my words is like an alien accent right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will Liyana gonna be soon ? NO ONE WILL KNOW IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what,read this faggot ! :&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT COOL&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Okay,thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7134582830452075144?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7134582830452075144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7134582830452075144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/shopping-with-my-mom-dad.html' title='Shopping with my mom &amp; dad :)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-8727694108120515779</id><published>2011-06-24T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T02:01:07.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These kids got the swag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="200" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k9v-1kunceo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. The way they talk to the judges at the beginning was cute. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-8727694108120515779?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8727694108120515779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8727694108120515779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/these-kids-got-swag.html' title='These kids got the swag.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k9v-1kunceo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7989646498592774157</id><published>2011-06-24T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T00:36:30.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAH. Releasing my sadness.</title><content type='html'>Trying to let go my sadness thru my tumblr. Many dope photos &amp; damn funny photos. LOLOLOLOLOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://brainmiserable.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7989646498592774157?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7989646498592774157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7989646498592774157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/hahahah-releasing-my-sadness.html' title='HAHAHAH. Releasing my sadness.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-1783869282783051821</id><published>2011-06-23T02:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T04:08:36.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of a Girl That Hurts Alot.</title><content type='html'>Don't hate her. She's not playing around like the other wrong girls you chose &amp; loved before. That's absolutely NOT her. She really do loves you. When you told her like all the girls are bad for you,her heart started to crack slowly. She feels hurt of what had you said and you'll never know it because she's hiding good from yourself. Why don't you see it yet &amp; what are the hell are you still mad about,(moron) ?! She's not even looking for someone else eventhough other boys are trying to steal her heart &amp; her friends told her to forget you. She's waiting for you but you let her down. She may look like a heartless person,but the truth is she's just so good in playing pretend &amp; so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool story. Want me to tell it again ? -___-' &lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-1783869282783051821?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1783869282783051821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1783869282783051821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/story-of-girl-that-hurts-alot.html' title='A Story of a Girl That Hurts Alot.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-971747843963962606</id><published>2011-06-22T01:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:15:50.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an ordinary lady.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if i said or i did something wrong towards any of you guise. I do make mistakes &amp; i am not a perfect person. Sometimes,i didn't realised the bad things that i'd already said &amp; the horrible things i'd already did. I will try to be better every single days in my life like everyone does. I'm humbly admit that i'm not as good as you. Teach me what's wrong &amp; right,i will accept it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love &amp; peace out :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-971747843963962606?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/971747843963962606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/971747843963962606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-ordinary-lady.html' title='I&apos;m an ordinary lady.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-8042836566771488593</id><published>2011-06-21T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:16:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush ? LOL. Read this.</title><content type='html'>What are The Signs Your Crush Likes You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some other signs that your crush likes you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your crush is aware of who you are and knows a few things about you.: If you've never actually talked to your crush before, it might be really hard for him or her to like you back because they don't even know you! If you've never said more than Hello to each other its time to break the ice and get to know each other a little better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He or She makes regular eye contact with you.: Do you notice he or she is staring at you or looks directly in your eyes when talking to you? It could be a sign your crush is thinking about you A LOT or genuinely wants to hear what you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your crush seems nervous around you: Sometimes being around someone you like does weird things to you - you can't talk right anymore, your brain doesn't think, your heart starts pounding. If your crush seems nervous around you, it may mean he or she is starting to like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your crush's friends act weird: Sometimes your crush will tell friends something and you'll start noticing friends start acting weird. A friend might say "Why Don't You Sit Next to So-and-So?" or "I'll let you two be alone" or other strange things that might give some clues that your crush told that friend he or she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Open body language: Your crush might pat you on the back or accidentally bump into you. He or she has open body language, which means arms and legs are not crossed, he or she turns towards you, or he or she might even start mirroring the same things you are doing. If however your crush is sitting with arms or legs crossed or not facing towards you while you're talking with them, it could be they're not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your crush makes extra effort to talk or be with you.: Do you notice yourself accidentally running into your crush in strange places? Does your crush stop a conversation with someone else to start one with you? Could be signs your crush likes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your crush hangs out with you: Many people start hanging out together before it's officially a "date" - maybe you go out to lunch or out some evening with friends. If you start hanging out a lot and on a regular basis, it could mean a friendship and possibly something more is developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your crush calls you: Is your crush calling you with lame excuses like "Hey, what's the name of that book you were telling me about?" or "Do you know how to get past level 37 in this video game?" it's a good chance your crush is really just looking for a reason to talk to you - especially if they stay on the phone longer than it takes just to answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He or she acts differently around you then they do around others: Do you notice your crush acts differently around you than they do other girls or guys? It could mean they feel differently about you than they do others as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You talk to your crush and he or she says yes: Sometimes a crush needs an extra push. While many people are afraid of rejection, rejection may be a lot less painful in the long run than constantly obsessing over your crush and if he or she likes you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okayy,some similar things were on above right ? :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-8042836566771488593?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8042836566771488593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8042836566771488593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/crush-lol-read-this.html' title='Crush ? LOL. Read this.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-4259753284454027454</id><published>2011-06-21T16:28:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:17:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing 'YOU'.</title><content type='html'>Where has he been ? It's been awhile now since the last time he seems so much fun to talk to. :C I wonder,is he okay with his life now ? Hmm. I have no idea what's going on with him until now. I miss him. I really do. Where did i go wrong ? I know i'm quite stupid by not telling you back the truth &amp; i was only considered it just a silly joke. Damnn,i hate that moment when i remind it ! I AM SORRY FOR WHAT I'VE DONE. If you just want to keep on avoiding me,maybe ya i should accept it because i deserve it. Yes,i admit that. I deserve it. But,100% i'm not asking for that ! Stop avoiding &amp; i wish i can start it all over again. Hmm. I'm feeling numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-4259753284454027454?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4259753284454027454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/4259753284454027454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/missing-you.html' title='Missing &apos;YOU&apos;.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-8016688159010654270</id><published>2011-06-20T18:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:37:40.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three girls that are bestfriends. :)</title><content type='html'>Today,Fatin,Aina &amp; I went to the city,Kualalala Lumpur for the shopping marathon. Ahaa. Wanted to shopping for our college needs &amp; in the same time i was like,this would be the final meet up between three of us before me &amp; them will step on our foot to our brand new life in colleges. Goshh,it's killing me because it so hard to say goodbye when it comes to. :C Fatin &amp; Aina will still be stay in Kuala Lumpur excepto perfecto for me. Haihh. 'What a perfect exception'. -_-' I'll fly far far away from Cheras,KL to Indera Mahkota,Pahang. This is a heartbreaking scene,man ! Hate it ! But that's how life goes on right ? The wheel of a life will keep on spinning. :C/C: Eventhough i'm absolutely exhausted,but today was totally fun. Thanks guise. ♥ both of you equally the same. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-8016688159010654270?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8016688159010654270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8016688159010654270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/three-girls-that-are-bestfriends.html' title='Three girls that are bestfriends. :)'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-1064593121465640927</id><published>2011-06-19T14:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:17:56.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up quite early today. :DD</title><content type='html'>Bangun bangun je,my mom &amp; dad dah bersiap nak pergi mana tah. Then,suddenly my dad asked me "Size baju brp ?". &amp; aku pun jawab je lah "saiz S". When both of them left the house,i attacked my sister with my question "Why ayah asked me the size of my shirt ? with a big grin* :D" My sister answered me "Nak beli baju kurung kau lah tu untuk kolej. With her jealousy face* :\" &amp; aku pula alahh,nak pilih sendiri. Wuuu. Xpa lah,pun boleh lah cuz my mom knows me better i guess. Hope she pick the right one. OMG,i'm so damn choosy &amp; annoying type of girl right. Wooo. Pfft,like i care. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-1064593121465640927?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1064593121465640927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/1064593121465640927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/woke-up-quite-early-today-dd.html' title='Woke up quite early today. :DD'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-450598365476503031</id><published>2011-06-18T23:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T00:01:10.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have heart to online my MySpace just now. HAHAHA. What ashamed !</title><content type='html'>I know it's a major stupid thing to do. :DD Saja nak cari pasal. Buka balik MySpace then korek dalam dalam apa yang baru &amp; apa yang lama. KELAKAR ! HAHHAA. It's damn funny because i had also visited on my bestbuddy's Myspace. Muka dia sumpah weh baik gila gila ! When i look at his pictures,i started to laugh out loud. I can't hold it anymore ! Bayangkan,sekarang dia dah taraf abang abang dah. Tapi,kat MySpace dulu amboi cute kid on the block gitu. HAAHHAHAAA. Gosh,he doesn't know i'd viewed his pictures on MySpace. Only me &amp; my girlfriend (Fatin) knew it. LOL. Let's keep it as a secret ! HAHAHAHHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/5845159923_d81b7c23cb.jpg" width="500" height="273" alt="haha"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Damn you,i snapshot this okay. I have the guts,man. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-450598365476503031?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/450598365476503031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/450598365476503031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/belek-belek-myspace-tadi-hahaha-what.html' title='Have heart to online my MySpace just now. HAHAHA. What ashamed !'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/5845159923_d81b7c23cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-7185942204181697601</id><published>2011-06-18T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:54:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did i renewed my blog ?</title><content type='html'>I'd renewed my blog last night. &amp; why ? It's because there's too much sad memories that i don't even want to flash it back. Like people always said,"make a new chapter for a brand new life". Okay,i know i'd already left my blog for such a long time. And just for your info,i kinda miss this thing (my blogspot ofcourse). :D It's been awhile now since i left u guise,my readers. Many things happened to me. I've graduated from my high school,i learn how to drive a car until i got my car licence,on the last 13 April,me &amp; my twin but different moms,Amalinna (LOL) had been joyfully celebrated by our lovely friends,i drove back my brother's car from a school &amp; phewhh banyak gilaa lagi cerita yang i couldn't be able to spell it out one by one by myself. Anyway,lepas ni i'll try to steal my time to update my news yea if ada lagi any interesting stories that i wanna share with u guise. Well that's all for now i guess. Will see u guise later. Toodles ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-7185942204181697601?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7185942204181697601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/7185942204181697601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-am-i-renewed-my-blog.html' title='Why did i renewed my blog ?'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3132127563814568846.post-8270477137262418339</id><published>2011-06-18T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T02:52:18.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renew my blog guise.</title><content type='html'>;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3132127563814568846-8270477137262418339?l=funkeeyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8270477137262418339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3132127563814568846/posts/default/8270477137262418339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkeeyana.blogspot.com/2011/06/renew-my-blog-guise.html' title='Renew my blog guise.'/><author><name>Lyana Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698147314663330777</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1PHGDDgHopQ/TXHljuQ9IYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/fNN9HoSAFgI/s220/aa.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
