<?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-6361747</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:18:42.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just-me</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a girl...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>845</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114328042901385658</id><published>2007-03-25T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:44:04.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Anything Else But The Truth - The Honorary TitleAn annoucement ;)Click on the image for a bigger version.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114328042901385658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114328042901385658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#114328042901385658' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114347856134230963</id><published>2006-03-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:34:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Love and War (11/11/46) - Rilo KileyName ten of life's simple pleasures that you like most, then pick ten people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.1) My bed. Sleeping is counted as one of the life's simplest pleasures right? Besides, I can only cry when I'm on my bed, tucked inside my pink blanket. 2) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114347856134230963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114347856134230963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114347856134230963' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114342183703522063</id><published>2006-03-27T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:03:24.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN2339copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. Goddamnit I suck in taking potraits. Actually I think I kinda suck in taking pictures, but then again I feel like I'm improving. Except for the potraits department. Haiyer.So I'm doing a music pimp this morning. I liked this one song by ACIDMAN for quite a long time already, it's been a year since I first knew about it. A very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114342183703522063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114342183703522063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114342183703522063' title='Superstar'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114334818832251446</id><published>2006-03-26T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:50:18.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN2310 copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. So first up, a birthday shoutout to Mr Johan Irwan, for his 23rd birthday is today! Ya ya selamat makan kek sampai gemok (macam la ko akan gemok kan...).So then last night I was supposed to have a meeting with some friends for an assignment, but it got cancelled so I decided to ditch everything and called Fabian. We both went to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114334818832251446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114334818832251446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114334818832251446' title='Repeat'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114325785825553110</id><published>2006-03-25T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:37:38.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of last night and this morning</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN2292 copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. Haha I look damn emo. Emo, smiley version. Last night I went to a leadership organized by STAD. The talk was given by Dato' Mohamad Shazalli Ramly, the CEO of Celcom. The talk was...inspirational la, to say the least. You have this one person who have achieved so much in his life, talking there right in front of you about factors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114325785825553110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114325785825553110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114325785825553110' title='Of last night and this morning'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114316715748969484</id><published>2006-03-24T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:25:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment; Love Isn't - Same SameI AM SO PANDAI I WENT ON AND TRIED TO IRON MY TOP.BUT GUESS WHAT?MY TOP WAS RUINED BECAUSE THE IRON WAS TOO HOT I AM SO SAD IT IS WAS MY FAVOURITE WHITE TOP ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRH.And I rock the caps like shit yo. I need my mummy ;___;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114316715748969484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114316715748969484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114316715748969484' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114313136033150752</id><published>2006-03-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:29:20.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Sad Tango - RainOk so actually I'm not really a Rain fan, but damn this song is just sooooooo sexy I can't stop looping to it. Some friends (or family members) may know my erm, uneasiness towards males with bulging muscles, but haha, I guess Rain is an exception....As long as I don't see his photos, I'm okay.So. Other news than that. Today is slightly better, I don't get all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114313136033150752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114313136033150752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114313136033150752' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114305066975228801</id><published>2006-03-23T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:04:29.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Crown of Love - The Arcade FireIs there any way of converting m4p files to mp3s? I like the whole The Arcade Fire's album, "Funeral", but mine is in m4p so I can't listen to it using my mp3 player. Hmm.Sedap sungguh Arcade Fire.Tadi saya tension. So saya pegi PS beli coklat. Gila lah the other day saya makan half a bar chocolate sambil tengok drama Jepun yang Yana kasi aritu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114305066975228801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114305066975228801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114305066975228801' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114298964633012680</id><published>2006-03-22T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:07:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Sakura yorukaze - Sukima SwitchStill in this whole tired thing. I don't know what I've been doing for these past few days, I've been attending classes as usual, but it feels like I've been doing that and more. I'm exhausted like mad even after I woke up in the morning. Peculiar, no?I have a slight obsession on layering my shirts. Ok, so not so slight lah, more like big.AND </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114298964633012680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114298964633012680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114298964633012680' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114288125971288654</id><published>2006-03-21T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:00:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Rakuen - Do As InfinityGot myself a haircut earlier this evening.Now I look like a cute 16 year old boy (according to a friend). Yes it's short. If you wanna know, I kinda copied Clint Moffatt's current hair.I'm so tensed even a haircut can't cure it I AM SO SAD D:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114288125971288654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114288125971288654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114288125971288654' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114282716358764691</id><published>2006-03-20T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:59:27.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Neighbourhood #3(Power Out) - The Arcade FireI don't know why but suddenly my eyes are watery. Hmm. Probably not enough sleep? Slept around 3AM yesterday (this morning?) and woke up around 5 hours later. Gahhhh I sense a headache later in the day. FO SHO.On the other note, I blew up on a friend yesterday. This whole groupwork thing is really bringing up the worst in me. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114282716358764691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114282716358764691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114282716358764691' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114273419811699052</id><published>2006-03-19T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T10:09:58.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Moment We Were Alone</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN2236copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. Yesterday was a jolly good fun day even though I nearly died of heatstroke (damn you Melaka).So at first I thought of going to the library for some studying (upcoming midterm test on Wednesday), then when I was walking I found Johan and Vig at the Information center. Johan was performing at that time, so I decided to drop by for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114273419811699052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114273419811699052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114273419811699052' title='The Only Moment We Were Alone'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114264585561878469</id><published>2006-03-18T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:37:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Wait &amp; See - 宇多田ヒカル...I need more J-pop. So freaking addictive I'm throwing all my indie rock a while for some good sugary pop songs. NEECHAN! MORE JPOP ONEGAI!I'm beginning to forget my katakana/hiragana. Not that I'm good at it in the first place, but I don't wanna waste what I've learnt. Like how to spell my name and all. Wait, I *think* I know how to do that. Uwaaaa I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114264585561878469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114264585561878469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114264585561878469' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114256884567176053</id><published>2006-03-17T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:14:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Wait &amp; See - Utada HikaruBeen replaying this song since two days ago. Me and this song goes waaaaay back since I was 15 - the real reason why I like Utada Hikaru :D Superb PV as well - she was riding this flying motorbike and looked all cool and shit. So last night I had my first midterm for the trimester - and uh, well, I wouldn't call it a traumatic experience, but goddamn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114256884567176053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114256884567176053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114256884567176053' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114242646582319145</id><published>2006-03-15T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:41:05.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: All Good Naysayers, Speak Up! Or Forever Hold Your Peace! - Sufjan StevensWTF I AM SO TIRED RASA CAM NAK PENGSAN AND PATAH KAKI BUT I HAVE TO STUDY FOR MATHS TOMORROW I AM SO SAD DDDDDDD:So, uh, yea. Today I went to Muar with Johan for my assignment. Haha. Yea. To make long story short, I went there to collect 10 business cards of random companies around Muar. And last Monday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114242646582319145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114242646582319145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114242646582319145' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114238655067511391</id><published>2006-03-15T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:46:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN2150 copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. I look tired. And that's my brother &lt;3So it's been two nights in a row that I fell asleep beside my notes. Urgh. It's not a good habit, habis penyet Maths notes. I'm gonna have a Maths midterm this coming Thursday, and I'm nervous as hell. Aiaiaiaiaiai.That, and I think I should hang around with girls more. Yesterday I went to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114238655067511391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114238655067511391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114238655067511391' title='Equal'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114229460304303422</id><published>2006-03-14T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:03:23.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Move Along - The All-American RejectsA meme stolen from Muna.Name your top 10 most played bands on Last.fm:1. ORANGE RANGE2. L'Arc~En~Ciel3. ACIDMAN4. BUMP OF CHICKEN5. Seven Collar T-Shirt6. w-inds7. The Back Horn8. The Perishers9. UVERworld10. MaeNow answer the questions according to the numbers:What was the first song you ever heard by 6?Uhhhh, I think it's Feel The Fate. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114229460304303422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114229460304303422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114229460304303422' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114221430168329552</id><published>2006-03-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:45:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Acid Food - MogwaiSometimes I wonder where the hell I went wrong.I got scared thinking about my future.Thinking that I am doing something that I never wanted to in the first place, thinking how I won't succeed in this, thinking how I'm gonna be working as something I probably don't enjoy, thinking how I'm going to be spending my life sad.I feel like crying.Is there still time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114221430168329552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114221430168329552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114221430168329552' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114217196419659708</id><published>2006-03-12T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:59:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: The Sun and The Moon - MaeSo what do you do when your assignment is due in less than 24 hours and you're like, 1/4 done?You put on Panic!At The Disco and starts dancing away while looking at the pc, figuring out numerous lines of coding. And when you got bored with Panic!At The Disco (really, how could you?), you start to flip you CD collection and dig new music that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114217196419659708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114217196419659708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217196419659708' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114208315520458983</id><published>2006-03-11T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:19:15.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrine</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN2094copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. Today was a long day. Did nothing much, went Subang earlier on for my aunt's housewarming/tahlil, and my mum forced me to take loads of photos. Not that I'm complaining of course, I like taking pictures, but I think I kinda suck in taking pictures of houses/corners. I don't know. My head hurts like a motherfucker (sorry Ma).Shahirah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114208315520458983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114208315520458983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114208315520458983' title='Peregrine'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114195799480429233</id><published>2006-03-10T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:37:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: He War - Cat PowerIt's becoming quite a habit to me nowadays to wake up, on my pc and look at pretty photos online. Doesn't matter what's the url, whether it's that online art lj community  or just random blogs (usually livejournal lah). I can also sit here in front of this pc and look at Flickr's "Explore interesting photos from the last 7 days in Flickrland..." and click </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114195799480429233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114195799480429233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114195799480429233' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114187590126903505</id><published>2006-03-09T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T11:45:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Sonic</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN0984copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. I miss you Carlos. Three long months to go and I'll be back before you know it ok?So this morning I have a Maths tutorial at 8 and guess what time I woke up? Two minutes before 8. I know, so pandai right?  I didn't sleep late or anything the night before, so I really don't know what the hell happened. And I made it to class (even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114187590126903505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114187590126903505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114187590126903505' title='Space Sonic'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114182210542676078</id><published>2006-03-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:48:25.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Think Long - Mates of State13 bedtime storiesWas tagged by Ms Oja, so here goes!Annnnnnnnnnnnnd I tag;Oneechan,Leni,Supernab, Shahirah, Yasmin,Lina, Feruz dan jugak sesiapa yang terasa nak tangkap gambar bilik tidur. Yah mari melengah-lengahkan kerja assignment supaya lebih bertimbun! Ok baiiiii.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114182210542676078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114182210542676078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182210542676078' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114173968274945634</id><published>2006-03-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:48:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Auberge Le Mouton Noir - Do Make Say ThinkMUMMY I NEED A NEW PRINTER REALLY BADLY!!! T____TI just wasted five A4 papers because the goddamn thing printed my notes like shiet, I can't read what the hell it printed. And if you're suggesting me to do head cleaning or nozzle check, well I did. I did everything that I could (except tearing the printer to pieces), but goddamnit it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114173968274945634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114173968274945634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114173968274945634' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114172530108189643</id><published>2006-03-07T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T17:59:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Retoruto - Aina OugiI had so very the bijak-ly injured myself yesterday. Nothing major, but omg sakit gila time kene air ;____; Ballet flats are really cute, but goddamnit it gives me blisters everytime I decided to be girly and wear it. Oh well, no pain no gain la kan (as if I gained something, rasanye cam tak nampak extra cute pun kalo pakai XD)AND! I finally saved up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114172530108189643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114172530108189643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114172530108189643' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114161086749613026</id><published>2006-03-06T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:07:47.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Misery - The Moffattswhat is your favorite word?Nice.what is your least favorite word?Can't.what turns you on, creatively, spiritually, or emotionally?Honesty.what turns you off?Cowardice, and poyowhat is your favorite curse word?Holy shit.what sound or noise do you love?Waves crashing. Piano. what sound or noise do you hate?Dogs barking and babies crying.what profession </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114161086749613026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114161086749613026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114161086749613026' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114152199626286264</id><published>2006-03-05T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:30:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If life is so short...</title><summary type='text'>     If life is so short...    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. YOU HAVE TO MEET YOU CHILDHOOD CRUSH FOR TWO TIMES!Okay so everybody practically knows how dorky I can be when I meet my idols or whatever right? Like COMPLETELY dorky.So I have this big ass crush at Bob Moffatt. So I have this big ass crush at Bob Moffatt since I was like 13 or 14 (can't remember because it feels like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114152199626286264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114152199626286264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114152199626286264' title='If life is so short...'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114143651575895614</id><published>2006-03-04T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:41:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batteries Not Included</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN1853copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. Last Thursday was Experimusic. And it killed my limbs all at once, I swear I've never been more tired and hungry than what I've felt that day, being pissed off and busy at the same time. I'm not gonna elaborate much about me being unhappy all night, but it pretty much ruined everything.However, Cosmic Funk Express was the savior of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114143651575895614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114143651575895614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114143651575895614' title='Batteries Not Included'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114126237166467248</id><published>2006-03-02T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:19:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Celebration - Secret GardenSo yesterday was quite eventful, despite the straight 6 hours of class. I went to the first class all sick of this stupid stomachache. Survived the first class, went to the second one, which was cancelled after having us waiting for a good ten minutes. Then I wasted my time hanging around the MMUsic booth at the CLC concourse. Then there was this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114126237166467248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114126237166467248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114126237166467248' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114106258383778963</id><published>2006-02-28T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:49:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Gust Of - The Album LeafYou know what? "Right back at'cha!"Two can play it that game. And I am more than willing to participate.Heh! *evil smile*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114106258383778963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114106258383778963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114106258383778963' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114094928971383296</id><published>2006-02-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:14:22.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Taiko drums coming from Main Hall (in campus)Okay, so it's an undeniable fact that I hate a lot of things. Actually, I think I hate too much things that I sometimes think I'm freaking paranoid beyond words.But this time, no. I AM NOT PARANOID.So I have this friend, who is really really nice, and she is really really fun that we hang out all the time. She likes to play the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114094928971383296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114094928971383296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114094928971383296' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114089399552528782</id><published>2006-02-26T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:00:07.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: First Love - Utada HikaruOMG MY PERIOD PAIN HURTS SO BAD I FEEL LIKE ROLLING OVER AND DIE :(((That, and it's like 2.55AM here. Earlier tonight I went to Tewek's for a movie marathon with her and her sister. Watched Emperor's New Groove, and that is some kickass cartoon! Hahaha. Laughed my ass off of that one. After that was Sister Act. LOL. Now I wish I have super power </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114089399552528782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114089399552528782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114089399552528782' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114084727666952314</id><published>2006-02-25T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:01:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else's dream</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN1699copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. So yesterday I went to play bowling with some friends, and boy do I suck. Haha. My mark was only 48 by the end of tenth frame. I'm never playing bowling again.February's ending. Don't you think this 2006 is going by a tad too fast? Perhaps, perhaps.This morning a friend of mine was asking me to spill out all of what I think of her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114084727666952314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114084727666952314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114084727666952314' title='Someone else&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114078240440243653</id><published>2006-02-24T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:00:04.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Sakura Sake - ArashiTadi pegi Jusco kejap dengan Kak Hernie dengan Tewek. At first I thought nak pegi pukul drum taiko main lagu Hana lagi, tapi takpela. Tetibe plak takde mood. Jusco sale plak tu. Gila jahat sale time hujung bulan. Everything was practically 50% off. Lepas tu tshirt2 best kat FOS buy 1 free 1. CIZKEK LA. Ada satu tshirt ni tulis "Somewhere along the way I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114078240440243653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114078240440243653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114078240440243653' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114065939134990658</id><published>2006-02-23T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:49:51.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Skeleton Jar - Youth Group (OMG SANGAT SUKA LAGU NI!)Terlupa letak ni in the previoud entry, so here goes:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114065939134990658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114065939134990658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114065939134990658' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114065903716069544</id><published>2006-02-23T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:43:57.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semalam</title><summary type='text'>     DSCN1640copy    Originally uploaded by paintpastelprincess. Yesterday me and Tewek climbed FOSEE building to the 4th floor and looked at clouds again. Yesterday was not maginificent like the day before, there was less clouds, but it was windy, so it was quite nice. I ended playing with the self timer and took self potraits instead.Today is Kame's 20th birthday! In case you didn't know who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114065903716069544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114065903716069544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114065903716069544' title='Semalam'/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114053711267987441</id><published>2006-02-21T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:51:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: READY STEADY GO - L'Arc~En~CielFlickr is updated. Not gonna say much. I'm hungry but I'm too scared of eating Maggi after the whole spilling accident. So now I'm drinking nestum while trying to figure out this goddamn assignment. Complex numbers, I never thought I'm gonna say this, but I hate you. GUTS. And you know I only listen to Ready Steady Go when I need motivation. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114053711267987441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114053711267987441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114053711267987441' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114045448680951696</id><published>2006-02-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:54:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Cherish - NEWSHarini rasa macam nak tulis dalam rojak BM+English, so XDHarini cam easy going a bit lah. Kelas pertama harini adalah lab Software Engineering. Kelas tu abes awal gila - around one and a half hours awal kot. Saya hepi :D Then lepas lab tu, saya dengan Ameelia pergi cari tutor Data Structures sebab kitorang dua2 tak paham langsung assignment. Macam cakap dalam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114045448680951696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114045448680951696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114045448680951696' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114035807923970224</id><published>2006-02-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:31:37.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Livewire - Seo TaijiYou wanna know what I hate the most?Stupid rockstar wannabe freaking singing my favourite song and freaking RUINED it. Isn't that just the most awful thing that could've happened to a person?And when you saw it live during your university's open day, it could drive you to the brink of insanity, and you couldn't help but wonder "WHY THAT SONG? OH WHY? IT IS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114035807923970224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114035807923970224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035807923970224' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114028574737863241</id><published>2006-02-19T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:02:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Venus - Tackey &amp; TsubasaSo I've been on the mood to listen to all this sugary Japanese pop all week. I predict it's going to last for quite some time. Heck, I'm even learning all the dance steps to my favourite Jpop songs (Sukiyanen, Osaka by Kanjani 8, Seisyun Amigo by Shuji to Akira , Fantastipo by Toraji Haiji, and now Venus by Tackey &amp; Tsubasa). See how I'm addicted to it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114028574737863241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114028574737863241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114028574737863241' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114019689396366540</id><published>2006-02-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:26:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Ai ta Kokoro (album version) - UVERworldDear parents,Do you remember the time when I was 13/14/15, I was so high and in love with The Moffatts' music (and The Moffatts themselves) that I went to see them at Penang? Do you remember the time when I insisted on naming JJ's little kittens Bob, Clint, Dave and Scott?Well guess what. Come on Ma, I know you can guess.Two of them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114019689396366540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114019689396366540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114019689396366540' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-114005656774910302</id><published>2006-02-16T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:22:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: めまいーつばきToo much work = lack of sleep = unhealthy me.Wheee. I have flu now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114005656774910302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/114005656774910302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114005656774910302' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113992650609164851</id><published>2006-02-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:15:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Season's Call - Hyde (from the pv. GOD I NEED THE SINGLE NOW!)Saya nak kahwin dengan Hyde boleh tak? His new Season's Call PV KILLED ME. I swear he gets prettier just as he ages, and we all know how unfair that is. And after watching the PV for a gazillion times today, now I suddenly feel the urge to wear eyeliner. Hyde wears eyeliner like woah, and no he doesn't look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113992650609164851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113992650609164851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113992650609164851' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113947157966897051</id><published>2006-02-09T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:53:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Here's To Hope - Whence He CameHappy 50th birthday to my dad! :D May you have less work today and tonnes of fun indeed with your new D50! And eat tonnes of cake ok Abah? Urgh I have too big of a headache and the weather is being undecisive. I swear it rained just now and now it's sunny again. The only good thing about today is that I have one whole day free because my class </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113947157966897051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113947157966897051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113947157966897051' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113935949433628940</id><published>2006-02-08T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:44:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: City Boy - Orange RangeIt's right now 8.28AM and I'm printing lecture notes for the next class (because I so rule I didn't print them last night, yeah, last minute rocks!) and I'm feeling sleepy and I've yet to take a bath and I look like a wreck.You know what I *really* wanna do right now? Pop up the Orange Range musiQ tour DVD that I've been watching like crack since the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113935949433628940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113935949433628940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113935949433628940' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113918816108340869</id><published>2006-02-06T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T09:09:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Wish - ArashiWhat in the world is going on? I went to my first class (well, supposedly) at 8AM only to discover that the room was locked. Came back home, checked my timetable again. Discovered that somehow, magically, the slot was changed to Friday, 5-7pm.Aiyerrrrrrrr. At least please lah make an annoucement on MMLS. Urgh. O well, at least I don't have class at 8 AM </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113918816108340869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113918816108340869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113918816108340869' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113897767504316953</id><published>2006-02-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:41:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - StarsA quick note before I set off to Melaka and have crappy internet connection again:1)Today I watched Edward Scissorshand and was reminded why I love it in the first place (apart from the fact that Johnny Depp looked COMPLETELY hot, ten-inch white powder makeup and all). It's that constant feeling of awkwardness, like you can never belong to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113897767504316953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113897767504316953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113897767504316953' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113889376036345224</id><published>2006-02-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:22:40.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Arctic MonkeysI'm back from my short trip to Langkawi. It was super fun, and I bought chocolates to last me a lifetime. Happy, I am. Full report of the trip can be found here and that entry will be kept unlocked for a week so go read it now! Hahaha.And now for a couple of birthday shout outs! First off, HAPPY BELATED 21st BIRTHDAY TO MY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113889376036345224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113889376036345224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113889376036345224' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113837513109976163</id><published>2006-01-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:23:37.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Jacksonville - Sufjan StevensGood news! I passed all of my subjects for last trimester :D Now I'm even more fired up to work harder for next trimester yeh yeh yeh!So yesterday I was browsing around aimlessly (like I always do), then I found this list of top 25 songs of 2005. MAD PROPS for the people who are behind this list, because I can never compile these sort of lists for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113837513109976163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113837513109976163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113837513109976163' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113820538842167457</id><published>2006-01-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:09:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Only This Moment - RoyksoppThe cookie jar is empty and I'm hungry.So far the holidays have been pretty much okay. I'm not too bored to death, there's always something for me to do. Like tennis and Prison Break. But now I've watched Prison Break till the end of the first half of the season, so now I'm waiting for March to come so that THE CLIFFHANGER CAN COMMENCE ALREADY!I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113820538842167457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113820538842167457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113820538842167457' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113816506234415381</id><published>2006-01-25T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T12:57:42.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Sumika - MerengueAnyone remembered him? Adrian da Silva? Former Channel [V] vj? Ring any bells? He used to host Top5@5 back in 2000. Now?He's in a band called Audiotraffic and they're based in Hong Kong. I discovered them yesterday when somebody posted two mp3s of their songs in a livejournal community - and I've been looping them since then. Pretty catchy music I must say. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113816506234415381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113816506234415381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113816506234415381' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113792466821350975</id><published>2006-01-22T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:11:08.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Wordless Chorus - My Morning JacketThis. I'm getting really frustrated looking at him being so pretty regardless of the fact that he's freaking ageing like the rest of us here normal human beings.The term "Life is unfair" is really appropriate right at this moment.But I still like him. O yes I do uh huh uh huh!*lets out a huge sigh*Hyde o Hyde. So pretty. So dreamy. So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113792466821350975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113792466821350975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113792466821350975' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113777027870684308</id><published>2006-01-20T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:40:09.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: The Power Is On - The Go! TeamI'm having a really huge celebrity crush on Wentworth Miller. Something about the way he talks, the way his piercing green eyes looks, the way he walks, all that somehow have managed to charm me. Or maybe I've had too much Prison Break.Whatever. Wentworth Miller is my newfound love, and he's not even a skinny Japanese, so you just have to give me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113777027870684308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113777027870684308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113777027870684308' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113741924356316511</id><published>2006-01-16T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:08:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Rockstar INXS on tvMy tooth hurts. A lot. Like I'm not freaking kidding this whole thing because now I can't eat properly (I can only chew one side now) and this reeks coz I wanna enjoy my food, especially when I'm back home.Arrrghh, I have got to drag my mum to the dentist sooner or later. If I can, I want to just remove this tooth and be done with it @_@On the other hand, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113741924356316511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113741924356316511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113741924356316511' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113728770845519554</id><published>2006-01-15T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:15:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Grass - Animal CollectiveI found my cat Carlos back yesterday morning. Not really a long ass story, but I'm just really lazy to elaborate all about it right now. She's safe and now is sleeping beside me :)And I promise I'll write more but now I need to go mandi. Ahhh malas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113728770845519554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113728770845519554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113728770845519554' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113711709003615959</id><published>2006-01-13T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:51:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: So Beautiful - Darren HayesI got back home safely.But my cat Carlos is gone.I'm devastated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113711709003615959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113711709003615959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113711709003615959' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113704147174279228</id><published>2006-01-12T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:51:11.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Connie's Song - Xavier RuddRight now it's 12.30pm according to my pc clock, and I have finished my exams yeay! Not a very big deal in the first place, but heh :p Will be heading home tonight, so I'm pretty ecstatic at the moment.BUT FIRST! I need to start packing, and tidy up my bed. God. The bed. Right now there are piles of clothes and bags and files and papers and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113704147174279228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113704147174279228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113704147174279228' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113692064736226151</id><published>2006-01-11T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T03:17:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Just Melody - UVERworldI'm pissed off. Because of multiple reasons. But this is the main thing that triggered it.This. And then this.What the hell is wrong with you reporters?! First it's the whole Black Metal fiasco (SHAME ON YOU HARIAN METRO!) and now this? "Saya membuat keputusan untuk menggunakan nama amnya dengan niat ibu bapa tahu apa yang anak-anak mereka minati, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113692064736226151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113692064736226151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113692064736226151' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113686962305020547</id><published>2006-01-10T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:07:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music at the moment: Day Six - Explosions In The SkyI feel rather dejected lately. Will write more.Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113686962305020547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113686962305020547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113686962305020547' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113670758712342415</id><published>2006-01-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T16:06:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Postcards - FurnitureEsok saya start exam. Saya tengah cuak ni. Dahla esok ada 2 paper. Marketing dengan System Analysis and Design. Dua-dua paper ialah paper essay. Mampos la saya esok sakit tangan mengarang. Oh rasa nak termuntah tengok notes ni. Dah ulang banyak kali sangat, tapi still rasa macam tak cukup. Saya rasa, any moment by now, nanti saya buat perangai pelik-pelik</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113670758712342415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113670758712342415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113670758712342415' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113644744795296167</id><published>2006-01-05T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T15:50:48.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Landsend - Patrick WolfGile hot. I want a guy like this plzkthnxbai.And out of boredom, I grabbed my razor and trimmed my own hair. Hoho. My hair was getting pretty long and out of shape, and it looked quite terrible, and I was hating it. I wanted to give it a trim but I was too lazy to go to the saloon (and heck, I'm saving money remember?), so I decided to do it myself. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113644744795296167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113644744795296167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113644744795296167' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113624776744299702</id><published>2006-01-03T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T10:19:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: WILD GYPSY ~ ashita ha ashita no kaze ga fuku ~ - PE'ZI think he secretly hates me. :(I should stop being paranoid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113624776744299702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113624776744299702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113624776744299702' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113605047634581630</id><published>2006-01-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:23:00.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: When I Was A Young Girl - FeistFor pictures of the new house, click on the picture. Excuse the dark pictures. Good news people, miraculously my YM has been revived! I don't exactly know what happened to it, but then on New Year's Eve I was trying to connect it, and magically, it worked! Woohoo! Now, if only my connection is not so retarded...My new year celebration (or the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113605047634581630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113605047634581630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113605047634581630' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113599294607792873</id><published>2005-12-31T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T09:35:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Changes - AthleteTruthfully speaking? 2005 was a really bad year. I feel as if I've done more harm than good this year around. And I feel like I'm more of a failure this year around. But, as a result of feeling lame all year around, I think I have changed a little bit. I'm more cautious of the people around me. I think more than I speak. I think more of people around me than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113599294607792873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113599294607792873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113599294607792873' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113590632957094316</id><published>2005-12-30T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T11:52:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Walking With A Ghost - Tegan and SaraWednesday was the end of our marketing class and so our lecturer thought it would be fun to take class photos. Hoho. We had different poses for different photos (we took 5 altogether) and this is the most hilarious of all. That is my lecturer trying to squeeze my head (I think...) and that is me doing some random konon funny pose. I look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113590632957094316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113590632957094316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113590632957094316' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113573585265630759</id><published>2005-12-28T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:10:52.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Kimi to Iu Hana - Asian Kung-Fu GenerationOkay, so next week is the study week, and the next week after that is my exam. And then Marketing Quiz 2 is next week too. I still need to hand up the MMUsic Annual Report to Sigma the yearbook people, and I still need to ship clothes to the laundry downstairs, and then I need to stock up on my ink catridges coz I'm using the last one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113573585265630759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113573585265630759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113573585265630759' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113552380040185532</id><published>2005-12-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:22:53.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pimped my phone. Hahahaha. Gile Paris Hilton. Esok malam balik Melaka. Aih. Terasa cepat sangat masa berlalu. I'll miss you home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113552380040185532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113552380040185532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113552380040185532' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113547525805490494</id><published>2005-12-25T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T09:47:38.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Why Are You Looking Grave? - MewDay two here. Slept on the new bed and woke up late, as in 7.30am late (usually when I'm back home I tend to wake up much earlier because everybody here lives in a different time zone and thinks 6.30am is pretty much a well-lit morning). I spent the night before glue-ing pretty little blue beads to my handphone because I just want to pimpify (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113547525805490494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113547525805490494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113547525805490494' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113539094783193561</id><published>2005-12-24T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:22:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: War Is Over - Seven Collar T-ShirtI'm back here in Kedah wheeeee!! Arrived at 4.30 am in the morning with a slight headache and stomachache, but all was good when I saw my parents's faces ahaha. Guess I was too excited to see the new house and everything that I forgot my dinner (haha hence the stomachache) and barely got any sleep in the bus (haha hence the headache). Pandai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113539094783193561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113539094783193561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113539094783193561' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113526295625089977</id><published>2005-12-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:49:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Flowers In The Window - TravisOk ok I had somewhat miraculously cooled down after the previous post, thank god for fruit juices. I've been drinking them quite a lot lately, kononnye nak maintain healthy la. Sayur still tak reti nak makan. Hoho.Will be going back to Sungai Petani (wow, that's a first!) tomorrow night at 9.30pm, I'm really looking forward to this. My brother's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113526295625089977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113526295625089977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113526295625089977' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113523767306801262</id><published>2005-12-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:47:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Drones - Seven Collar T-ShirtFucker. I can't believe you. I SO CAN'T BELIEVE YOU.Get the hell out of my face boleh tak? I hate you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113523767306801262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113523767306801262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113523767306801262' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113504319301334002</id><published>2005-12-20T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:55:02.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: I Am Ying - FurnitureI love peanut butter and bread. The simplicity of it makes it so irresistable and so heavenly you just can't have only one. Huuuu. You can tell that I've been eating a lot of it since yesterday when I bought bread and peanut butter out of boredom.So, what have I been up to since last weekend? Well, on Friday I went to KL and met up with Shahnon for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113504319301334002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113504319301334002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113504319301334002' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113461375578243653</id><published>2005-12-15T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:04:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: 12 = 3 - Ima RobotFirst of all, Muna updated Greatful Sounds, so go download now I command you! Haha. Maybe I'll update it today after uploading some mp3s for a friend :)My marketing quiz was...horrible. You know one of those mental blocks you get all of the sudden? Yeah I got that yesterday ;___; And I wish to never repeat that experience EVER AGAIN. Aih. Quiz 2 next, so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113461375578243653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113461375578243653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113461375578243653' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113449061956476810</id><published>2005-12-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:16:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: My Heart - ParamoreGoddamn my back hurts! My hip bones made sounds when I got up. I am old :( Or maybe its just me sitting too much.Marketing Quiz 1 (ahahaha so much for a quiz! Sounds more like a midterm!) is tomorrow at 6pm @_@ Those bloody Marketing techniques and strategies! Just got back from studying, and those marketing notes is making me worry whether I can answer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113449061956476810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113449061956476810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113449061956476810' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113440562069317693</id><published>2005-12-12T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:42:03.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: The Jessica Numbers - The New Pornographers1) was 2005 a good year for you?I guess so. Everybody has their own moments.2) what was your favourite moment of the year?My birthday. Definitely.3) what was your least favourite moment of the year?The breakup. The drama. The heartaches.4) where were you when 2005 began?Home in Melaka.5) who were you with?Nobody. I was reading a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113440562069317693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113440562069317693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113440562069317693' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113432140621103474</id><published>2005-12-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T01:16:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Chicago - Sufjan StevensJust got back from watching The Chronicles of Narnia with the guys just now. My verdict? Hm, definitely one of the best films I've seen in 2005, hands down. I nearly cried when they shaved the lion ;__; I'm never good at reviewing anything, so I'll shut up and conclude it with two words: must watch. Haven't had that much fun with the guys for quite a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113432140621103474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113432140621103474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113432140621103474' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113426544517165068</id><published>2005-12-11T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:44:05.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Heavenly Psycho - Kanjani 8This is a legitimate proof that I DO eat veggies. On special occasions. Like when it was bribed with a slice of chicken. Or when it was my birthday.Ha amik ko Tewek. Hahaha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113426544517165068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113426544517165068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113426544517165068' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113421944964645998</id><published>2005-12-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T20:57:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: From Yesterday - 30 Seconds To MarsOh singing 30 Seconds To Mars on top of my lungs should be my new hobby. Lepas habis semua geram dalam kepala.It's not even half of the month, but I have already came up with a resolution for the new year! Ahahahaha. Talk about being all motivated! But I am! Because there is something that I really want right now, and I'm willing to work my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113421944964645998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113421944964645998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113421944964645998' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113411026697437493</id><published>2005-12-09T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T16:44:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Head Over Feet - Alanis MorissetteHappy 23rd birthday Eema! Wishing you lotsa luck and happiness ahead =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113411026697437493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113411026697437493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113411026697437493' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113397051847631413</id><published>2005-12-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T10:02:25.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Beating Heart Baby - Head AutomaticaMum called last night saying that she bought a "japanese bed". Is there such thing as japanese beds in the first place? All I know is that they use this some kind of thin mattress to sleep, but that is usually seen in traditional Japanese homes (but then again I'm probably wrong), so yeah, anybody has any idea what my mum were saying?Lately</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113397051847631413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113397051847631413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113397051847631413' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113383001508446174</id><published>2005-12-06T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:46:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Barricade - Love Me ButchI looked like this yesterday and a friend said I'm feminine. YOU HEAR THAT? FEMININE. HOH. I shall embrace this moment as one of the finer ones as not everyday people complimented me saying I'm feminine hohoho. My mum shall be so proud.(And yes, those are Love Me Butch and Seven Collar T-Shirt buttons. Me lacking cutesy pins to pin up my cropped top </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113383001508446174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113383001508446174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113383001508446174' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113377429585868265</id><published>2005-12-05T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:18:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Pitcher Of A Ghost - Love Me ButchA quiz.     Fashionista 58% Tastefulness, 68% Originality, 62% Deliberateness,  31% Sexiness     [Tasteful Original Deliberate Prissy]One is certain: you have great taste and plenty of ideas. You haveclearly defined beliefs about what's good and what's bad in fashion butthey are far from banal. Stylish and imaginative, you prefer to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113377429585868265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113377429585868265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113377429585868265' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113369160272187131</id><published>2005-12-04T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:20:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: One Angry Lesbian - AprilI turn 20 yesterday.A superbly big, huge, and massive thank you for anybody who had called, sms-ed, dropped a testimonial, wished me on the spot, dropped comments, etc. It really meant a lot to me :)Now, here's to a wonderful year!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113369160272187131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113369160272187131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113369160272187131' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113331560427537389</id><published>2005-11-30T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:53:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At The DiscoDid I ever mention how much I hate group assignments? It's a good thing if you worked with somebody that you know - hence you knowing the nature of their work, how they do it, whether they're last minute kinda persons, all that jazz.But when you venture into, uh, some unknown territory (read: some strangers working with you), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113331560427537389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113331560427537389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113331560427537389' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113325539473728696</id><published>2005-11-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:09:54.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: First Breath After Coma - Explosions In The SkyMy connection died. Since Sunday. It was hell, but now it's back up, and I hope it won't die again after this coz I have an assignment to do, and it needs the internet to be ALIVE!I had an amazing weekend, thanks to Feruz and Eema. And I'm lazy to elaborate coz now everything's a blur and I can't really remember what I did except</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113325539473728696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113325539473728696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113325539473728696' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113288807807561886</id><published>2005-11-25T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:07:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Trouble Sleeping - The PerishersEheh. Seems like the perevious entry caught some of your attention. I'm very sorry if I had cause you guys to worry over me, but that was just me overreacting (but then again maybe not, but I'll settle for this explanation for now).Uni has been tiring. It's the second trimester and everything is rushed - the classes, the assignments, EVERYTHING</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113288807807561886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113288807807561886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113288807807561886' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113274256885772656</id><published>2005-11-23T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:31:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Blue Train - Asian Kung-Fu GenerationWhen you say you're sad, do you even think of how would it be for me?When you say you're alone,do you even think of how would I feel?I'm broken, thanks to you.I'm afraid of ending up being sad my entire life. But I feel like that is where the direction is going.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113274256885772656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113274256885772656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113274256885772656' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113271450855436127</id><published>2005-11-23T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:09:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Remain - Jose GonzalezWas tagged by Feruz, so now here it is.Seven things you plan to do before you die:1. Go Japan.2. Get married, have kids, yada yada yada.3. Figure out what I actually like and stick with it for once.4. Publish a book (ahaha right).5. Buy my parents their dream cars.6. Get a job that I would actually enjoy.7. Graduate and get the hell out of here.Seven </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113271450855436127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113271450855436127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113271450855436127' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113262112155832704</id><published>2005-11-22T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T08:58:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Seisyun Amigo - Shuji to AkiraIt is still cold in here. I wrapped myself under two blankets yesterday. Never have I felt so refreshed waking up in the morning.I learnt a very good lesson yesterday. That some things in life can never be changed. No matter how hard you try. You might think of all relevant reasons why things should be different from now on, hoping and wishing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113262112155832704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113262112155832704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113262112155832704' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113254416621341093</id><published>2005-11-21T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:36:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Call 1-800-Fear - Lali PunaI'm in a good mood today so I decided to upload the whole Ubugoe Chainsaw album by The Back Horn for the nice people in jrock_uploads. Hehe.MELAKA IS COLD. You read me? COLD. I think it's the rainy season, which is a very good thing because this place is hot beyond words. And that means I can wear my favourite green jacket wiuuwiuu. I need a life. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113254416621341093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113254416621341093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113254416621341093' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113236283547252691</id><published>2005-11-19T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:13:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Wishbone - Architecture In HelsinkiToday is my lovely mother's *counts* 45th birthday! LOL mum, don't forget to have cake yeaaaaa. Dammit now I wish I'm back home so I can eat cake :(Oh, and if you guys are up for free music, visit GreatfulSound. It's a little mp3 rotation site thing me and a couple of friends manage, and I've updated the site yesterday with new batch of mp3s</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113236283547252691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113236283547252691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113236283547252691' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113192228986309768</id><published>2005-11-14T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:51:29.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: A Beautiful Lie - 30 Seconds To MarsDear friends and family,My Yahoo Messenger is acting up. I can't login into it, but then again I am seen online  in other people's ym list. I tried uninstalling and reinstalling it, but it didn't work. And I even checked and rechecked the connection settings. So in the mean time, MSN me okay? izyan_@hotmail.comYana, any ideas? I'm quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113192228986309768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113192228986309768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113192228986309768' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113172230952636568</id><published>2005-11-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:18:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Roller Disco Inferno - The FashionGOD THIS SONG IS LOVE. I'm not mad anymore. Damn. I'm surprising myself more and more everyday. "We rock the body that rocks the party today!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113172230952636568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113172230952636568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113172230952636568' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113159220436050467</id><published>2005-11-10T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:51:46.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Kizuna - Kamenashi KazuyaI received this SMS two days ago:Your usage as of 07/11/2005 for this number is RM64.39. Talk and SMS more to maximize your usage entitlement of RM75/month before the 17th.Shows how much life I lead eh? LOL really, when your mobile service provider is reminding you to mingle more with your friends, that's when you reach rock bottom.But oh well, like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113159220436050467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113159220436050467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113159220436050467' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113088382932853931</id><published>2005-11-02T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T06:23:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Memai - TsubakiSelamat Hari Raya people. Maaf zahir batin :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113088382932853931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113088382932853931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113088382932853931' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113080252861203537</id><published>2005-11-01T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T07:52:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Ace Reject - Sugababes(Sorry mum but this entry might not please you)Why, in every circumstances that I have faced, am I the one who's doing the sacrificing? It is always me who's sacrificing my feelings over somebody else's happiness. And it is always me who ended crying like a mofo at the end of the day.I tried fighting ok. I tried it so many times that I had rather gotten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113080252861203537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113080252861203537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113080252861203537' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-113032404396667095</id><published>2005-10-26T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:44:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Not New In N.Y - The FashionEarlier today Moona gave me a link to a very interesting article, and if you bother reading it, here it is.Frankly speaking, I can relate to it probably much more than a person next to me. I have always thought myself as a little bit eccentric for having a bit of a fetish in skinny slender guys, and now I know it's quite a phenomenon, and nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113032404396667095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/113032404396667095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113032404396667095' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-112994713064352983</id><published>2005-10-22T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T10:12:10.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Wonderful Days - PE'ZIsn't it weird, finding a person who listens to Sigur Ros, but can't even spell Sigur Ros right? Hm.I feel bloated. Stupid anatomy.And I guess this is cliche - that whenever you thought you know someone well, inside-out, the fact is, you really don't. There's just so much skeletons in the closet that it is impossible for us to dig everything. It's just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/112994713064352983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/112994713064352983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112994713064352983' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-112971460916608357</id><published>2005-10-19T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:22:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: What Is Your Secret? - Nada SurfBoredom leads you to stupid things. Like watching some lame tv programs. Want an example? The short drama aired on ntv7 called Trio.Okay. Frankly speaking I have nothing against locally-produced dramas. Really. I catch some of them when I have the time, like that "Usia" drama on TV2 (my sister and mum are fans, so I just tag along). So the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/112971460916608357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/112971460916608357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112971460916608357' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361747.post-112960873869627629</id><published>2005-10-18T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:24:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music of the moment: Forever Young - Youth Group1. I can't believe I waited for 3 days for Tokyo Jihen's Dynamite Out DVD to finish downloading, and when I finally get to watch it, I fell asleep after the first 30 minutes.2. Komeiji Hiroya's Yoru no Bokensha album is a must-listen-album-every-morning to me now.3. I'm bored. And my cat is still sticking its tongue out to me.4. Everybody in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/112960873869627629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361747/posts/default/112960873869627629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anotherizyan.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112960873869627629' title=''/><author><name>Izyan S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S_-rsN4gngs/SAidgdclFyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/924G9Ae1AeM/S220/DSC_0055copy.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
