<?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-12763838</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:13:04.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naziara's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-117245485503835740</id><published>2007-02-26T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T09:54:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie week</title><content type='html'>It was a movie week for me last week....Never before have I watched more than 1 movie in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/1600/796608/Norbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/320/109176/Norbit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday nite was a good, serious and hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/1600/363292/ghost%20rider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/320/317093/ghost%20rider.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday again at 5.15pm was a very touching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/1600/19144/pursuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/320/40073/pursuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end the week on the same saturday at 9.15pm...powerful performances by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/1600/915117/dreamgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/320/174308/dreamgirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the movies I wanna watch at last week's openings. Its very rare that good movies open at the same period. I'm one satisfied movie goer...oh and baby too, so that makes 2 satisfied movie goers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-117245485503835740?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/117245485503835740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/117245485503835740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-week.html' title='Movie week'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-116848356757461050</id><published>2007-01-11T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:48:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Jidah peacefully passed away at 11.20am yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A correction to my last entry, Jidah is Habib's mother, not sister. I just learned yesterday that Jidah means &lt;em&gt;'Moyang' &lt;/em&gt; in arab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless her soul, Ameen InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-116848356757461050?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116848356757461050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116848356757461050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-116831905315134304</id><published>2007-01-09T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:04:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new year so far....</title><content type='html'>2007 came with a BANG as we celebrated Hannah's 1st birthday! Her birthday was on January 1st and she is the first in everything! First child, first grandchild, first great grand child and first niece. Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/1600/481093/Hannahbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/320/834224/Hannahbday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 1 day later, we received the news that Nyai Piah passed away. She was my aunt's mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't seem to get better, 5 days later on Saturday, baby's Habib (grandfather) passed away. I rushed down to the place while baby came down from work. Luckily it was saturday and he was on half day. Habib passed away at 1pm, just as baby knocked off from his shift. It was a long day as baby helped all the way thill the burial ceremony. The next day we had the majlis Tahlil which I only attended in the evening as I was visiting my aunt at TTSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after that, which was yesterday, at 11.30pm my bro in law, Faizal called us as we were about to go to bed. Jidah, arwah Habib's elder sister &lt;em&gt;sedang nazak&lt;/em&gt;. Baby was too shocked to say anything and we quickly rushed to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time evenr in my entire life that I witness someone &lt;em&gt;nazak&lt;/em&gt;. I had mixed feelings...scary, sad, anxious and prepared for the worst. All the signs were there, her feet, her nose and her back bone... but she is still breathing. Gasping for air, feeling thirsty, moaning in pain....&lt;em&gt;MasyaAllah! Seksanya roh hendak berpisah dari jasad!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was calling for her sister and some other people who were not around anymore. Her son mentioned that earlier in the day she told him that she has forgiven everybody that she knows. We stayed around until about 2am before we decided to leave as we have to work today. Umi just called to say that Jidah is still in the same state as we left her this morning. I guess it's just a matter of time until we receive the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/1600/687027/Hannah%20frown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1391/1096/320/606399/Hannah%20frown.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, my mum will be discharged from Alexandra Hospital today at 1pm. She was warded yesterday morning because of her arm. It has been 5 months since she can't really move her right arm because of a slip in the shoulder blade or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... even though 2007 came with a bang and a crash, I hope this year will be a better year and will strengthen our Iman and ourselves to be a better Muslim and a better human being. InsyaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-116831905315134304?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116831905315134304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116831905315134304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-year-so-far.html' title='My new year so far....'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-116401364313207506</id><published>2006-11-20T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:07:23.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of the year!</title><content type='html'>My favourite couple photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/37927816733250l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/37927816733250l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/37927436045066l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/37927436045066l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/30604820557748l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/30604820557748l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-116401364313207506?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116401364313207506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116401364313207506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/couple-of-year.html' title='Couple of the year!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-116400938106733064</id><published>2006-11-20T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:53:41.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The X-Files</title><content type='html'>As I grow older, I have developed fears that was never in me before. I fear driving now. So I guess i'm never gonna take driving lessons anymore. Even when i'm a passenger in the car, I can be totally stressed out at the end of the journey because I can't stand cars squeezing thru, driving very fast, driving very near each other...gawd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays i'm thinking alot too. And I mean alot! It's really tiring. I can think of all the petty, unneccessary things on top of the important things that I have to think about. Sometimes I even think too far that it really scares me. Once I let my thoughts flew...and I was already picturing a scene of me when i'm 50. It was a really sad scene. Lately too, I have been having quite a number of "Deja-Vu". And sometimes I can almost tell what will happen next. But i'm not psychic or anything of that sort. I don't wanna be psychic, more stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the wierd things happening to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On Sunday, I was watching a movie  when suddenly I felt so lonely. i felt so far away from the outside world. I Couldn't wait for the movie to end! I felt trapped! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. About 2 weeks ago, baby woke me up from sleep to get ready for work. I woke up and suddenly started crying. I was crying my heart out but I don't know why. After a good 10 minutes of crying, I felt so much better. Till today, I still don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get very depressed when I see a funeral, be it on TV or just hearing about somebody's death. Even if I don't know that person, say, I read it off the papers, I get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are also times when I am afraid to fall asleep...afraid that I may not wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes I get really sad thinking of the day when my husband is not around anymore...so unneccessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get a hobby. I love to read...but sometimes I get too involved in the book that I start comparing it with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one favourite thing that I love to do when i'm stressed out is going to the children's section of the library. I will pick up a pile of books about princesses, fairies, castles, rainbows and all the lovely things. Then i will sit myself in a corner and bury myself in those books. I love the children's world, where everything is rosy and perfect. I will feel so much better after that. But now...i do not have the luxury to do that...the luxury of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm always busy...busy with this and busy with that. Or sometimes i'm just too tired to do anything. My favourite past time used to be sleeping. I can sleep thru the day if I want to. But now, i don't like to wake up late in the morning. I'll let baby sleep thru while I watch TV. I feel it is such a waste to be spending the Sunday sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that this entry is a bit rojak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm crazy....maybe I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-116400938106733064?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116400938106733064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116400938106733064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/x-files.html' title='The X-Files'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-116114081849072325</id><published>2006-10-18T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:06:58.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"When you cant have what you want, it's time to start wanting what you have"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Kathleen A Sutton-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/pouter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/pouter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-116114081849072325?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116114081849072325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/116114081849072325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-not-easy.html' title='It&apos;s not easy'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-115811733911512949</id><published>2006-09-13T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:15:39.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Hannah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/Picture%2898%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/Picture%2898%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/SP_A0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/SP_A0667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/SP_A0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/SP_A0622.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/SP_A0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/SP_A0641.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/Picture%2890%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/Picture%2890%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/Picture%2879%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/Picture%2879%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/IT%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/IT%20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/DSC00689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/DSC00689.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/DSC00274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/DSC00274.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/Bumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/Bumbo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-115811733911512949?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115811733911512949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115811733911512949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/09/many-faces-of-hannah.html' title='The many faces of Hannah!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-115699341855981615</id><published>2006-08-31T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:04:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U/C</title><content type='html'>This space is &lt;strong&gt;Under Construction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/C0023825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/C0023825.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-115699341855981615?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115699341855981615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115699341855981615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/08/uc.html' title='U/C'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-115372557436439830</id><published>2006-07-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:24:36.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more! No more! No more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more going to Peninsula Plaza for me! The place is filled with men who will stare at just about every single female who enters the building. The lights are dimmed and it gives a really eerie feeling. I had no choice but to go there because Baby needs to buy his jersey and he claims that's the only place that has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dinners at the airport on saturdays! The queues were super long macam orang beli nombor! Suddenly being at the airport kinda makes me feel like i'm in Tampines Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more going to Pasar Geylang on Sunday morning! It is super hot, super pack and super smelly! If not for my craving for the air mata kucing, I would have stayed put in the car while daddy gets his stuff. Mentel punya pasal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really... a tiring weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/00307beachtired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/00307beachtired.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-115372557436439830?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115372557436439830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115372557436439830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-more-no-more-no-more.html' title='No more! No more! No more!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-115269881830761855</id><published>2006-07-12T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:06:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have just learnt that...</title><content type='html'>I can actually wake up at 5.30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos baby leaves for work early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am capable of keeping my house as clean as my mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totally different from taking care of only one bedroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an air-conditioner is expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The electricity bill just came and i was like...Whoa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for my wardrobe is less important now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tend to automatically head to the household/kitchen department&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 32 pairs of shoes and only 6 are most used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 6 tier shoe cabinet overflowed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be quite conservative at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to explain this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-115269881830761855?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115269881830761855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115269881830761855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-just-learnt-that.html' title='I have just learnt that...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-115157363493307755</id><published>2006-06-29T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:51:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaack!</title><content type='html'>As if people read my blog! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people.... it's been ages since I update! It's because i've moved to my new house and we have yet to buy a computer! Me still in office now and manage to squeeze in some time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say that my wedding pics are all taken not using a digital camera, so no pics for all to see. Just one taken on the Saturday at my place, courtesy of Yunie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/1600/pinky.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1391/1096/320/pinky.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon for more updates...I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-115157363493307755?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115157363493307755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/115157363493307755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaack!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114904282177248405</id><published>2006-05-31T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:37:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear all,</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day in the office as Ms Naziara. When I come back in 3 weeks time, i'll be Mrs Sirhan! Yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! I can't believe that I am only 3 days away from my big big day! It seems like only yesterday I met my Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, pray for us that nothing will go wrong this Saturday and that everything will be smooth sailing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you guys there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naziara Zachary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace layouts" border="0" src="http://images.bigoo.ws/content/saint_valentine/glitter_heart/glitter_heart_72.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;S. Valentine images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114904282177248405?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114904282177248405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114904282177248405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-all.html' title='Dear all,'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114822338884738175</id><published>2006-05-21T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:20:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As The day gets nearer...</title><content type='html'>See my ticker? It's really coming soon! I'm so excited and stressed out at the same time. The best thing is, my house is finally ready! Yaay! Me and baby spent our weekend scrubbing and polishing and making sure everything is clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I have my own house now... hehe. Yesterday, the fridge, washing machine and dryer were delivered. Now my kitchen is somewhat complete. Just the cooker is not hooked up to the gas pipe yet. All the other furniture and accessories will be in this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics of my house cos it's all in my handphone and I now that my phone cable has mysteriously disappeared... all the pics are stuck in my phone...shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends say, preparations for the wedding will take up all my time, well try preparing for a wedding and a new house at the same time... not only it takes up all of mine and baby's time, but it took up daddy + mummy + abah + umi + Sudirman + Nazrul + nana + om + uncle + aunty and Batrisyia's time as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a special tribute entry for all who chipped in, after the wedding. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more cuter note...see little Hannah... Naik kereta mesti tidur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/CIMG0368.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114822338884738175?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114822338884738175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114822338884738175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-day-gets-nearer.html' title='As The day gets nearer...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114822285300186625</id><published>2006-05-21T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:50:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!!</title><content type='html'>The craziest thing i've ever done in my life happened just 2 weeks ago. I was in KL for my graduation ceremony. Doesn't sound crazy does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... at the graduation ceremony, the only people I know were my parents and my bro. Just because I can't wait for my graduation ceremony in Singapore which will take place this October, I persuaded my dad to drive me up to KL for the May ceremony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine sitting in a huge ballroom full of graduates and I don't even know the person sitting next to me! But, I could still experience the grand-ness of the event. The speech by the acting chancellor really made my semangat so the 'berkobar-kobar'! It really made me wanna sign up for the Masters programme immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, once the ceremony was over and reality starts to sink in, I don't think I can afford another $30K programme...well not in the near future at least. But I will try, hopefully I can achieve it one day, Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's important now is "SCHOOL'S OUT!" Yaynesss! So, Peace from me...amongst all the other people i don't know! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/CIMG0212.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114822285300186625?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114822285300186625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114822285300186625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114662033005262000</id><published>2006-05-03T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:38:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting warmer and warmer....</title><content type='html'>Just 1 more month to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/laughing_baby.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114662033005262000?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114662033005262000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114662033005262000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/getting-warmer-and-warmer.html' title='Getting warmer and warmer....'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114605254117735849</id><published>2006-04-26T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:57:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>I feel that I am mature enough to decide on my own if I can or cannot trust a person. However people sometimes tell me that I trust other people very easily. I believe that I should trust a person even though i've known them for a short while because I believe that every human being has a nice heart and it's usually the situation that makes a person do something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe that Allah protects each and everyone of his subjects from harm and even if harm does happen, it is for a good reason that only He knows. I was just told a few seconds ago that I trust people too easily and that there are people out there to cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad at that very comment because it simply means that, that very person doesn't trust me to make my own decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust.... how should it be given out? To be earned by the other person or to be given out equally and accept that anything that happens, good or bad is a lesson to be learnt in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still say, equally. I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Sad_Baby.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114605254117735849?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114605254117735849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114605254117735849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114585754224145504</id><published>2006-04-24T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:33:16.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>I miss my blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been up to alot lately....busy busy busy! My house is under renovation now...been running here and there and there and here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticker above is really freaking me out! Not much freaking out on the wedding preps...but more on our new place. Cos, my invitation cards bore the new address but what if what if...you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the title OUCH! refers to something I did or rather someone did to me about 20 days ago! Well...it's more like YEOOOWWWCHHH! than OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone did this to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/gigi.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok...the someone is of course a professional oral surgeon. After 2 weeks of nagging pain and intense headache, my doctor arrived to the conclusion that my wisdom tooth is making its debut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an appointment with my dentist and he took an x-ray of my teeth. Then he recommended the best solution...to remove all 4 because..... all senget! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 4 April 2006 was THE day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery took about 1 hour, I was GA-ed because I did not want to see whatever that was about to happen at that time. Recovery was 8 whole days of MC. Had to go on a liquid diet cos of the stitches in my inner cheeks. Even the porridge my mum made for me had to be processed again to make it extra fine. The chicken porridge became chicken slush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face swelled up and mummy said I looked like Spongebob! hahaha - sorry no pics for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...all is well now...except that the gums are still soft. That'll take another 2 months to completely heal. I'm on my normal diet again.... and has since gained back the 3 kilos i lost during the ordeal...Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114585754224145504?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114585754224145504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114585754224145504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114240701745878101</id><published>2006-03-15T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:36:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hannah</title><content type='html'>Last Sat was Hannah's hair sacrifice day! We were all at JB, Kaklong's weekend house, for the majlis cukur rambut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wasn't for the idea of her shaving her head cos her hair is thick and plus she looks so cute with her hair all standing! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the whole thing.... she was much much cuter! I think she looks like a notty pussy cat. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws"&gt;&lt;img alt="st patrick's day 2006" border="0" src="http://content19.bigoo.ws/content/glitter/pink_text_name/pink_text_name_2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/saint-st-patrick-s-day-2006.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Hannah_s_Cukur_Rambut_094.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Hannah_s_Cukur_Rambut_096.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Hannah_s_Cukur_Rambut_099.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Hannah_s_Cukur_Rambut_108.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114240701745878101?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114240701745878101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114240701745878101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/baby-hannah.html' title='Baby Hannah'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114108942025545182</id><published>2006-02-28T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:17:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect man</title><content type='html'>I have only realised TODAY, that i've been tagged by Lisa! Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, my perfect man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my baby Sirhan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Allah for this man who loves me, care for me and really makes me happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114108942025545182?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114108942025545182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114108942025545182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-perfect-man.html' title='My perfect man'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-114041877603298074</id><published>2006-02-20T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:05:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it because i'm nice?</title><content type='html'>Why do I always let people 'eat' my heart?? The amazing thing is I can still talk and act like myself even though some people really make me "UURRGHH!" inside, so bad that I wish I can just flick them away at that instance! But Noooo.... I can't find it in myself to tell someone to shut up cos they are making me feel angry or irritated or offended. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst person to suffer the aftermath is my poor Baby. I will complain and complain to him about how mad, how sad, how frustrated, how irritated or how offended I am at someone for saying somethings to me. And he will always tell me to let these people be. Well, of course I will let these people be and don't talk to them again, but, it's not easy...for me. I can't just stop some people from talking to me, especially if we see each other often. So the cycle starts again. There is no end, really. The end product is just a smaller me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, is it because i'm nice or is it because i'm good at pretending and putting a straight face in whatever the situation is? I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/confused.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-114041877603298074?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114041877603298074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/114041877603298074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-it-because-im-nice.html' title='Is it because i&apos;m nice?'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113996895414734317</id><published>2006-02-15T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T10:04:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>107 days and counting!</title><content type='html'>It's getting nearer and nearer..... My wedding is in 107 days! YAAY! Preparations... so far so good. Baby bought all of my stuffs already but i've not bought his... still waiting for my paycheque! Aiyooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the luckiest person on earth to be blessed with loving and caring family members and future in laws, who helped me and baby in many many ways in our preparations for the wedding and also our new home! How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Geddes_Anne_-_Bride_and_Groom_jt.jpg" width="60%" height="60%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113996895414734317?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113996895414734317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113996895414734317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/107-days-and-counting.html' title='107 days and counting!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113774823396533509</id><published>2006-01-20T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:10:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucker for fate.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113774823396533509?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113774823396533509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113774823396533509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113772148223566291</id><published>2006-01-20T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:44:42.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fateha</title><content type='html'>We received the call at 3.15am on Wednesday. Daddy's cousin passed away. So my mum and dad got up instantly, picked up my uncle and aunt in Bukit Batok and drove up to Malacca for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at 2 plus in the morning when Daddy's  cousin, whom he called Abg Mamat, was alseep and suddenly he had difficulties breathing. Then he passed away minutes after that. He was 62, left behind a wife and a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was many many years since I last met him cos we've not been going back to Daddy's kampung, since our closest grandaunt and granduncle passed away more than 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gone.... Al-Fateha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113772148223566291?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113772148223566291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113772148223566291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/al-fateha.html' title='Al-Fateha'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113660218167793771</id><published>2006-01-07T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:19:34.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I belong</title><content type='html'>I am back where I belong! Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so at home. I know all the things I have to do, I know how to operate all the stuff, I know the people and I simply love the place &lt;em&gt;(cos its 3 stops from my house!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get the permament post here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Praying_baby.jpg" width="30%" height="10%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah! Hear me pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113660218167793771?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113660218167793771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113660218167793771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/where-i-belong.html' title='Where I belong'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113655132849748499</id><published>2006-01-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:42:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with me!</title><content type='html'>It's my 2nd day today. We welcomed a new staff. When the new girl came, I was moved to another table. The new girl is filling in for the position that I applied for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused. I asked her if she's permanent, she said yes. I did some investigations on my own. I found out that I was cheated! The interviewer, whom i report to, actually wanted me to do her dirty job for her. Doing up her reports and presentation. I took up the temp post JUST BECAUSE she promised me that i'll be permanent after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn pissed! I wanted to clarify with her but because I was boiling mad, I went to her desk and said I QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to do her rubbish work anymore, period! Although i'm back to square one, but at least i'm not being used!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/angry.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113655132849748499?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113655132849748499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113655132849748499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with me!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113637453604206544</id><published>2006-01-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:41:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long...</title><content type='html'>I had a job interview today. It was quite unexpected because I only applied for the job yesterday morning and they called later the following day asking me to come for an interview the very next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very excited. After so long, I finally got a reply out of all the applications that I sent out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interview session went very well until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; You do not have enough experience for the position that you applied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (??? then what did you call me for??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; However, would you consider a lower position so we can see how you work and how well you can perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; As long as it is of relevance to the future position that you have for me, I am willing to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Would you feel anything is someone were to ask you why you are doing this kind of job even when you have a degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (HUH???) What do you mean by "this kind of job"? Anyway, as I have mentioned earlier, if it is of relevance, I am willing to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; Why I asked you that is because, it doesn't mean that you have a degree you are suitable for a job with good position. Sometimes you may have to start somewhere below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I do know that. (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is she trying to say?? Obviously, she doesn't have interviewing skills! I mean, it said so in the papers that they are looking for a degree holder for that particular position. And I came down for the interview only to be told that having a degree is not everything! Why ask for it then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it IS everything!! Why would I slogged 3 years of my life, going through torture and stress, spending a whole lot of money if I know that it is not going to bring me anywhere?? Is 7 years of experience not enough to prove that I am capable of taking on new challenges and responsibilities??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so demoralised, demotivated and so not interested anymore! I have no further questions, thanked her and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, she called me and said that she wants me to come tomorrow morning to start my trial period for 2 weeks to a month. After that they will decide if I can come on board. Although I accepted it reluctantly, I'm looking at it as a blessing from Allah. After so many months, I have found something that I can do, although it is for a trial period, but I hope I will do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel as excited about going to work tomorrow... but we'll see how it goes. I love the place, a reputable organisation to work with, I guess it's up to me now to make myself fit in the new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/pout.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113637453604206544?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113637453604206544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113637453604206544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-so-long.html' title='After so long...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113628931264267012</id><published>2006-01-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:00:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Reflejo..... 2005</title><content type='html'>On the whole... 2005 was a fine year for me. First and foremost, I have completed 1 very important task... school! Or should I say..torture is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was towards the end however, 1 more week to be exact, I was given the greatest test of all. A test from Him. It was the greatest test I ever got from Him, of all my 25 years of living in this world. Although it was the most difficult, most stressful, most frightening and most devastating time in my life, I am glad... in fact i'm overjoyed that with His help, I manage to overcome it. Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution is to be a better person than I was before and A better Muslim Insya'Allah. I have learned (well, although i've already known it since forever), that there is a solution for every problem, an answer for every question and help for every single soul who needs help. Why i'm repeating this again is because, I was taught these lessons the hard way this year, but it was all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the year ended with a difficult time for me... 2006 started with a BANG! Just 3 seconds into the New Year, we welcomed Hannah into this world. My sister gave birth to her first child after so many months of waiting! With the arrival of the new addition from Heaven, I hope that this year and the years to come will be blessed for me, my family and my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is she.... Baby Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/SP_A0314.jpg" width="50%" height="30%" &lt;/img src&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/SP_A0316.jpg" width="50%" height="30%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm an aunt! The best part is...i'm Hannah's only aunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113628931264267012?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113628931264267012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113628931264267012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/mi-reflejo-2005.html' title='Mi Reflejo..... 2005'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113505486794259976</id><published>2005-12-20T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:01:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest little chicken, Little!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/chix.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caught the mooooovie! And Chicken Little is so cute! But it was so disappointing that his voice was not as cute as his face! Makes him sound so adult. Actually, the baby alien that was saving was really cute too! With its baby eyes and baby voice....but i couldn't find its picture. SHUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a loooong while since i caught a movie alone hehe. baby had to work last sunday so since the show was finishing I decided to go catch it myself. At first it felt wierd and i feel out of place when i was standing waiting to enter the cinema. With my Cheezels in one hand and ice lemon tea on the other, I just stood there, oblivious to the whole surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw! A movie just endend and people were pouring out from cinema 3. I saw at least 7 people who watched movies by themselves! How did I know? when they walked out of the theatre, they were all walking in different directions, by themselves. Not waiting for anyone or looking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally felt at ease, less tense and of course less of a wierdo! Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113505486794259976?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113505486794259976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113505486794259976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/cutest-little-chicken-little.html' title='The cutest little chicken, Little!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113341495694041385</id><published>2005-12-01T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:35:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is over, finally! Well actually it was over like 10 days ago. Been lazing around at home doing literally nothing. Except on some days, laundry or lil bit of cooking. Else it's just sleep, eat and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredoom is begining to seep in. Job hunting is becoming ever so boring. I don't geddit. When u want to apply for a job, &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;want papers. When u have papers, &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;don't want you coz &lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;say you'll demand. So.... what? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got into a lil accident last week. He's fine, just a sprain on his ankle. Got 9 days MC for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days was bad. Real bad. I was insulted, or rather, I felt insulted at someone's comments whom I kinda had a good impression of. Well, I guess when ure already 'up there' the small frys don't matter anymore. I'm small... for now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. Just one word to describe it, FANTASTIC! Well, some people don't understand the movie, or all the Harry Potters movie for that matter, and they told me its just crap. To all &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; people, it helps if you have read the books first. Coz there are more details in the books that could'nt fit into the 3 hours movie. So, if you decide not to read the books and go ahead and watch anyway, then don't complain or don't call me a Harry Potter freak!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't mind even if the movie was 6 hours, really. Was magically glued and hoping that it would not end! Haha I finally finished reading Harry Potter and The Order of the Pheonix last night. That's the 5th installment of the Harry Potters series. I have yet to buy the 6th one. I'll prolly get it soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies to catch:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken Little - &lt;em&gt;I don't care if the rating sucks. I shall give it my own rating. The lil chicken's too cute to miss!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chronicles of Narnia - &lt;em&gt;Only because it's my mum's treat, there's a catch of course, it's because I have to play chaperon to my bro and his friend. So, FREE = OK, no complains.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my new passport yesterday. The old one's expired. Going nowhere, really. Not now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go. Updates from me whos just back... from nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Don't wanna miss sharing with you this pic of my adik who fell asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/SP_A0218.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Evil sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113341495694041385?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113341495694041385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113341495694041385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-nowhere.html' title='Back from nowhere'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113164740845391925</id><published>2005-11-11T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:45:05.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes wide open</title><content type='html'>It's 2.30am... but my eyes are still wide open. I've been finding it hard to sleep nowadays. I don't feel sleepy in the day either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TOTALLY STRESSED OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about? About everything. Everything that has happened. Everything that is happening and everything that will happen. So many things to do, so little resources, so little time. I feel tired, but just can't fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throbbing head is not helping. This growling stomach is making it worse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/bigeyesboy.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113164740845391925?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113164740845391925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113164740845391925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/eyes-wide-open.html' title='Eyes wide open'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113137768999990530</id><published>2005-11-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T05:25:23.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest addition to my PINK collection...</title><content type='html'>After so many months of contemplations, finally, I'm a proud new owner of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Samsung.jpg" width="60%" height="60%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love the design and colour. The best part is.... Baby bought it for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU BABY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113137768999990530?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113137768999990530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113137768999990530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/latest-addition-to-my-pink-collection.html' title='Latest addition to my PINK collection...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-113069387375964933</id><published>2005-10-31T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:37:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunks... pose... click!</title><content type='html'>Went to Robinsons with mum, dad and adik last weekend. It was such a boring trip because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It wasn't a shopping trip for my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We spent the whole time at the men's department and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) It was in the day and I couldn't keep myself busy with bubble tea or chips or cinnamon ice blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to entertain myself by striking some pose with the Robinsons's models! Then...adik joined in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/ShoppingatRobinsons.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was killed, boredoom no more and I was entertained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I amuse myself. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-113069387375964933?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113069387375964933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/113069387375964933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/hunks-pose-click.html' title='Hunks... pose... click!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112962851317154205</id><published>2005-10-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:41:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fateha</title><content type='html'>My uncle return to Rahmatullah peacefully this morning. After 2 months battling his cancer, he gave up. He was daddy's closest cousin and the grief on daddy's face was none that i've seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 78. Left behind a widow, 10 children, 8 in-laws, 25 grand children and 1 great grand-child. The way I see it, he has lived a full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, he told my cousin that he was halfway packing duit raya for his grand children and told my cousin to finish it for him. It's as if he already know that he's gonna leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Ramadhan, I lost my beloved grandfather, on the exact same day, 18 October. This year I lost a dear uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innalillahi Wainnalillahiroji'un. Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112962851317154205?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112962851317154205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112962851317154205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/al-fateha.html' title='Al-Fateha'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112892573546396906</id><published>2005-10-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:35:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things this and that!</title><content type='html'>Aiyoooo! Tagged again. This time, it's revenge from Sabbie. It took me a few days to think of this 7 things this and that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;things that scare me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;2. lizards&lt;br /&gt;3. rats&lt;br /&gt;4. exams&lt;br /&gt;5. watching fear factor&lt;br /&gt;6. ghost movies&lt;br /&gt;7. injections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; things i like most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. meet my baby&lt;br /&gt;2. cinnamon ice blended&lt;br /&gt;3. mocha almond fudge ice cream&lt;br /&gt;4. hazelnut latte&lt;br /&gt;5. shopping&lt;br /&gt;6. bubble tea&lt;br /&gt;7. eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; important things in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. air-con&lt;br /&gt;2. my tiggers&lt;br /&gt;3. bantal buchuk! Hahaha &lt;br /&gt;4. radio&lt;br /&gt;5. lappie&lt;br /&gt;6. textbooks&lt;br /&gt;7. my clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; random facts about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fall sick easily&lt;br /&gt;2. hate green peas&lt;br /&gt;3. hate long beans&lt;br /&gt;4. cry baby&lt;br /&gt;5. short tempered&lt;br /&gt;6. very fickle minded&lt;br /&gt;7. i sleep with the lights on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;things i plan to do before i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. perform Haj&lt;br /&gt;2. pay off my loans &lt;br /&gt;3. be a better muslimah&lt;br /&gt;4. travel all over Europe&lt;br /&gt;5. get married&lt;br /&gt;6. get a job i really want&lt;br /&gt;7. have my own kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;things I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sing&lt;br /&gt;2. cook&lt;br /&gt;3. last minute study&lt;br /&gt;4. buy 4 pairs of shoes in a single receipt&lt;br /&gt;5. do assignment, watch tv, listen to radio and MSN at the same time&lt;br /&gt;6. watch CT's concert VCD consecutively, all 7 of them&lt;br /&gt;7. listen to CT's CD consecutively too, all 12 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;things I can't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dance&lt;br /&gt;2. save money&lt;br /&gt;3. lose weight&lt;br /&gt;4. eat prawns, crabs, lobsters and all the shells stuff&lt;br /&gt;5. drive&lt;br /&gt;6. be as slim as my baby&lt;br /&gt;7. carry heavy stuff, even a bag of rice! (doctor's advice...seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;words i say the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. babyyyy! &lt;br /&gt;2. Aiyoo&lt;br /&gt;3. apa seh...&lt;br /&gt;4. ye lah tu&lt;br /&gt;5. abeh camne&lt;br /&gt;6. fed up seh!&lt;br /&gt;7. I lapaaar (according to baby, i say this the most!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;celeb crushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Ed.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/milo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/antwon.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/jude.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/shane.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/ross.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/will.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112892573546396906?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112892573546396906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112892573546396906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/7-things-this-and-that.html' title='7 Things this and that!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112857901368677623</id><published>2005-10-06T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:47:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/unapp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112857901368677623?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112857901368677623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112857901368677623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel.html' title='I feel...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112842003076579520</id><published>2005-10-04T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:02:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ramadhan...</title><content type='html'>This Ramadhan, the feeling is very different for me. Usually me and my colleagues will be really excited planning for the days to come, looking forward to going back early every day, where to break fast and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ramadhan, I don't have any muslim colleagues in the office. No other person will be fasting besides me, no other person looks forward to Syawal, well, except for the PH, and no other person goes back an hour early... err...actually, that includes me as well... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ramadhan, there'll be no 'lepak with the gals' session at lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ramadhan,  i feel so alone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/normal_sad_baby.jpg" width="60%" height="60%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112842003076579520?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112842003076579520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112842003076579520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-ramadhan.html' title='This Ramadhan...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112832883720655676</id><published>2005-10-03T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:05:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!!</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... lately i've been reading this tagging things on ppl's blog. It's been so long since i update my blog that i didn't realise that me too...have been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am very fussy when it comes to eating outside. My baby say 'fussy' is just not the word hehehe... how fussy? I only eat chicken wings or drumsticks. If those parts not available I just take gravy. I don't really like to eat real food outside cos i feel that they're too salty. My whopper junior meal will be; change drink to ice lemon tea, no pickles, and no onions. Cheese burger must minus mustard, minus pickles, minus tomato sauce and those little chopped onions a.k.a plain cheeseburger. The fussiest of all, I only drink Evian water if i need plain water. I don't like boiled water because i'll get a sore throat, and other brands of mineral water, I don't like their taste. Baby says me haolian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like to be told to do something. Even if it is something that I must do, like tidying up my room. If I wake up one sunday morning telling myself that i'll spring clean and my mum comes at the door saying that I should clean my room... *POOF*...the mood...gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I cannot survive without air con. Period! No reasons needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Sabbie, Nani &amp; Lisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG! YOU'RE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112832883720655676?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112832883720655676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112832883720655676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112671326016184322</id><published>2005-09-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:37:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very belated birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>One on leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another on MC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left only me and another...'kaki'less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... cake and pressies and candles came only few days after the actual day. But it was still fun cos most importantly all of us were there to celebrate together. Err...in my office 'All of Us' is actually just 4 of us! hehe we have a really cute office...to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Cake.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutting of the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/cutcake.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/pressie.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112671326016184322?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112671326016184322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112671326016184322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-belated-birthday-celebration.html' title='The very belated birthday celebration'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112589163167840171</id><published>2005-09-05T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:35:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME &amp; Happy Anniversary to US!!</title><content type='html'>4th September! MY birthday, OUR anniversary. So it was a double celebration for me and my Baby yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at our favourite place and then SHOPPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby got me a bracelet, and it's gorgeous! He said it was love at first sight - &lt;em&gt;him and bracelet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/IMAG0064.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story behind this bracelet which he told me and I felt really guilty! On the day he went out shopping for my gift with his buddies, it was the same day I was so mad at him for, well, something. I nagged and nagged and nagged at him &lt;em&gt;(oh yes, I CAN be a nagger when i'm pissed! hehe)&lt;/em&gt; on the phone, on sms and I was so pissed that I didn't even call him until the next day! He told me that all the while I was sms-ing him my nagging, he was at the counter picking up my gift, getting his buddies to try it on, the salesgirl tried it on too! So...when he told me the story yesterday, I just went &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_29_109.gif' alt='Oops' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also got for me another Tigger to add to my tigger collection, which, well, he started for me, while shopping for his little nephew Md. D some Tigger stuff too. Hmmm... I don't know if it's me and Tigger or him and Tigger or Us and Tigger! &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_33_13.gif' alt='Tiger' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how we spent our day yesterday, simple and sweet. Boring? Naaah! Going out with my Baby is never boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112589163167840171?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112589163167840171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112589163167840171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME &amp; Happy Anniversary to US!!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112536848552960748</id><published>2005-08-30T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:21:25.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/Deviliss/1125252234_yst-Square.jpg" border="0" alt="You are a Square-Cut Amethyst Ring."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your ring will be a beautiful Rectangular Amethyst&lt;br&gt;ring.  This ring symbolizes the love between&lt;br&gt;you and your soulmate, and it shows passion and&lt;br&gt;commitment.  This ring means you will live a&lt;br&gt;happy life and lead a happy marriage, as long&lt;br&gt;as you have each other.  This ring suits you&lt;br&gt;because it is priceless, beautiful, and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Deviliss/quizzes/.%3A%3AHow%20Will%20Your%20Ring%20Look%20Like%3F%3A%3A.%20(%20Beautiful%20Pictures%20)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;.::How Will Your Ring Look Like?::. ( Beautiful Pictures )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112536848552960748?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112536848552960748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112536848552960748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-ring.html' title='My ring!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112504359595327950</id><published>2005-08-26T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:06:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again</title><content type='html'>Sigh.... school has started...AGAIN. It's been 3 weeks since. The best part about this semester is that, it's my FINAL semester. Yes! FINAL, FINAL... FINALLY! But the not so best part is, me taking 3 units this time so it's 3X the project, 3X the assignments and 3X the exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the time after my Dip. I felt restless and guilty for not going to school and just spending the nights going out, or watching TV or simply do nothing. So I decided to sign up for school. Well, time flies, and THAT was almost 3 years ago. This time, I shall not make myself feel restless or guilty or anything of that sort coz I seriously don't wanna torture my body, my brains, my baby (cos i will always make him pick me up after class, at 10pm!) and most importantly my pocket - which is currently suffering due to lack of... err... $$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come November 2005, I will be the happiest person on earth, well, of course plus all the other students in my class. Hopefully all goes well. Wish me luck peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_23_13.gif' alt='Graduation' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112504359595327950?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112504359595327950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112504359595327950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112476346000735361</id><published>2005-08-23T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:19:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_12_12.gif' alt='Thinking' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaah! Still no idea for a new entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112476346000735361?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112476346000735361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112476346000735361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112409531916696941</id><published>2005-08-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:42:49.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adik to the rescue!</title><content type='html'>It was lunch time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik's stomach growled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparked off his enthusiasm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rummaged thru the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chop chop... cut cut... stir stir... fry fry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/collage2.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And viola! We all had Red Fried Rice for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and I were lazily watching TV, lying on the bed... then we were served. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... melampau eh &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_1.gif' alt='Smile' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112409531916696941?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112409531916696941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112409531916696941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/adik-to-rescue.html' title='Adik to the rescue!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112394498722801539</id><published>2005-08-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:56:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what is it?</title><content type='html'>I've always believed in honesty being the best policy. Even though it is not totally true at times but most of the time it is. Well, what are the exceptions to that rule then? Cos sometimes telling the truth means hurting someone's feelings. But if they were to find out on their own, the damage will be far worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell or not to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the situation i'm in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Sad_Baby.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112394498722801539?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112394498722801539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112394498722801539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-what-is-it.html' title='So, what is it?'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112320733759934312</id><published>2005-08-05T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T12:15:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want... really?</title><content type='html'>As much as I am enjoying myself in this career, I always feel that it's not what I wanna do... really. BUT, at the same time, I don't exactly know what I wanna do... really. Well, stability is one thing, then &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_1_102.gif' alt='Dollar Smiley' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is another. But the third thing is, job satisfaction. I'm missing that third thing, i guess. I know i'm an excellent salesperson &lt;em&gt;(that I know...hehe)&lt;/em&gt; but sales was never in my list of ambitions. I never thought I would be doing marketing and sales, but doing it now and excelling is a totally different feeling altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! What am I blabbering about?? Well, actually, on the way to work, I see different kinds of people doing different things which seems cool to me. So, it got me thinking, the cool jobs that these people have, are they really enjoying it? Is it what they really want or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me... is it? Do you feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_17_6.gif' alt='Teacher' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_17_2.gif' alt='Lawyer' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_40.gif' alt='Nurse' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_4_7v.gif' alt='Exec' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want...really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112320733759934312?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112320733759934312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112320733759934312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-i-want-really.html' title='What I want... really?'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112312268641847255</id><published>2005-08-04T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:34:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>It was a busy busy week! My very first wedding function at my restaurant. It was so much fun being a "Mak Pengantin" hahaha Preparation took more than a week to ensure that everything turns out well. Come the day, the event lasted only about 3 hours! But it was all worth it. Despite some glitches, the compliments I received were...priceless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part was the wedding combined 2 cultures, Malay &amp; Chinese. The bride is chinese and the groom is a malay. Whatever the race is, they do look good together especially the bride who looks exceptional in her white kebaya. It was also my first big event since I joined this company, and with more to come! Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/collage1.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to another wedding this weekend. It combines 2 cultures too. But this time it's more interesting... Malay bride &amp; French groom. I'll be there to see the french eating my spicy dishes! hehehe Cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_43_10.gif' alt='Bonjour' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112312268641847255?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112312268641847255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112312268641847255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112225861844360335</id><published>2005-07-25T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T10:31:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby!</title><content type='html'>Give it up for the birthday baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Han.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...NEVER will he pose for my camera! &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_5.gif' alt='Pouty' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112225861844360335?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112225861844360335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112225861844360335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112202483498649442</id><published>2005-07-22T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:40:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved!</title><content type='html'>Finally i have moved to the new office. What a hectic week! So many things brought over but the new office is super small. It's like moving from a size 10 office to a size 2 office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The network is just up today, hence this entry. Was networkless for a whole week! Being too dependant on technology, I resorted to using the free internet at Mc Donald's! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates for the past week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CT's concert on Wednesday. It was just OK. Guess i'm used to her style, i felt like I was watching her concert on VCD. Some pathetic pics i managed to snap. &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif' alt='Roll' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/concertct.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd half of the concert was fun though. There were some dancing and singing and not to mention screaming! hahaha what a sight it must have been. At the end of the night, it turned out to be a really good de-stressing session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, been busy preparing for my upcoming exhibition at the Singapore EXPO. Drop by and support me OK! 28 to 31 July, Hall 5, Booth 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all! Oh, just to share with you guys, the view from my new office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/IMAG0029.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sight....&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_12.gif' alt='Wink' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112202483498649442?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112202483498649442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112202483498649442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-have-moved.html' title='We have moved!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112081060305236706</id><published>2005-07-08T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:16:43.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_206.gif' alt='Bouncy 5' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_206.gif' alt='Bouncy 5' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_206.gif' alt='Bouncy 5' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112081060305236706?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112081060305236706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112081060305236706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/friday.html' title='FRIDAY'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-112054944001673595</id><published>2005-07-05T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T15:52:45.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Blue...</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm still blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i'm still a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, no problems, no stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just eat, play and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/babies.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-112054944001673595?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112054944001673595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/112054944001673595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-blue.html' title='I am Blue...'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111983803051197135</id><published>2005-06-27T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:47:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/CTN.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see her on 20th July! &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif' alt='Roll' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111983803051197135?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111983803051197135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111983803051197135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-idol.html' title='My Idol!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111950872895052514</id><published>2005-06-23T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:43:29.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cute!</title><content type='html'>When I go to my baby's place and call out "Bonciiiiiiit!", this cute kitty will appear from nowhere and follow us upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's actually very attached to Baby's dad who adopted her, so she's the family cat for quite sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few visits,she has already recognised me. The cutest thing is everytime I wanna go home, she will actually escort me down. She makes sure that she walks in front of me and she keeps a lookout for whoever is around the area before she moves forward and let me through. So cute rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is she...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Boncit.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess how she got her name Boncit? &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_21.gif' alt='Roll' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111950872895052514?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111950872895052514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111950872895052514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-cute.html' title='So Cute!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111924358451764682</id><published>2005-06-20T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T13:01:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over!!!</title><content type='html'>Whopedeeeedooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_204.gif' alt='Cheeleader Jump' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_103v.gif' alt='Cheerleader' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_204.gif' alt='Cheeleader Jump' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_103v.gif' alt='Cheerleader' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/18/18_1_204.gif' alt='Cheeleader Jump' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are over!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111924358451764682?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111924358451764682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111924358451764682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over!!!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111862614051631208</id><published>2005-06-13T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:29:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pox!</title><content type='html'>My poor baby has chicken pox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_12_5.gif' alt='Scratching' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said he has to stay home for the whole 14 days and not come in close contact with anyone. And that includes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_20_2.gif' alt='Shocked' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZSYYYYYYYYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_2_52.gif' alt='Sad' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111862614051631208?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111862614051631208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111862614051631208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/pox.html' title='The Pox!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111838486403659939</id><published>2005-06-10T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:27:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are moving....</title><content type='html'>My office will be moving to a new location by mid-July. Shucks! My current office is so near my house and there is a direct bus... leceh lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess where my new office will be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/east_coast_park_beach.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At East Coast Beach! Cool? Hot? Well, it's for me to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only last week I was at my outlet in east Coast, I felt tremors on the glass panes, but soon it's gonna be my office there...I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is lunch is provided, but the worst part is I will be at the beach... but in my office wear. How appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111838486403659939?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111838486403659939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111838486403659939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-are-moving.html' title='We are moving....'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111776529644570406</id><published>2005-06-03T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:22:37.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to my 3-month old Boss!</title><content type='html'>"How could you, Chandra!" was the first question i asked him when he reached office that day. Nevertheless, I'm happy for him and also wished him all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, his leaving would mean a promotion for me... i hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for his present was a breeze but his farewell card was tough. We couldn't find one that we all can agree on. I then decide to do it myself with all the resources available in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Image034.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for his present, I decided to wrap it with something that is close to Chandra's heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Image035.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's in bikinis of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the farewell dinner at Gurame East Coast that nite followed by 2 rounds of bowling. i didn't play though, cos I wasn't dressed for a bowling game. But actually, I didn't wanna play cos if I did, all of them would have lost terribly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics of us with Chandra.... we totally forgot to take pics of the spread as all were famished and immediately tucked in like hungry beasts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Image037.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Image038.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Image039.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Image040.jpg" width="75%" height="75%" &lt;/img src&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning... 1st June 2005, I woke up and realise that, today is the day! The very first day for me to take over responsibilities, make major decisions, squeeze my brain juices and bring in the sales! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...  &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_28_109.gif' alt='Good Luck' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111776529644570406?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111776529644570406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111776529644570406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/06/farewell-to-my-3-month-old-boss.html' title='Farewell to my 3-month old Boss!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111741839099976806</id><published>2005-05-30T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:15:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>Saturday was wonderful until Sunday came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 I hate yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/babycry.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111741839099976806?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111741839099976806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111741839099976806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111692148239299213</id><published>2005-05-24T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:58:02.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A BREAK!!</title><content type='html'>But I can't get one &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_4.gif' alt='Crying 2' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss, who is leaving at the end of this month, is on exam leave since last week until the 27. How nice....&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_5.gif' alt='Pouty' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about on the job training, I am thrown into the deep end of the pool, no bigger, sea, no wait...the seabed crack which caused the Tsunami, to swim back on my own with not-so-enough resources BUT I am surviving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last week I have been like a mad woman on the loose! Millions of things to do and so little time! I am literally juggling my schoolwork and work-work. May is a good month for me Alhamdulillah... I have a few caterings, tonnes of reservations, new promotions, an exhibition project and also new plans for my outlets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Doing it alone is super duper tough! Now i'm not only like a mad woman but i am becoming a mad woman! And the thing that I hate most... my table is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I meet another messy table....in my room. Piles of papers and textbooks for the upcoming exams. I still have pending projects, assignments and presentations. So tell me...do I need a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo..... I NEED a break! &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_4_100v.gif' alt='Paper Work' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111692148239299213?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111692148239299213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111692148239299213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-need-break.html' title='I NEED A BREAK!!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111632347724880822</id><published>2005-05-17T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:51:17.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#00CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/japanesename/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mura Yoshida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111632347724880822?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111632347724880822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111632347724880822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-japanese-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111597436944847430</id><published>2005-05-13T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T16:52:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office to toilet... over!</title><content type='html'>The funniest thing happened today! Yesterday Neo found a set of walkie talkies. He was so semangat that he looked for batteries to make them work. Me and him had a little walkie talkie session. He even went downstairs to test the frequency cos we thought if it can be use for a distance, it will be easy to kirim tapau! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a brilliant idea! We put one set in the shelf in the toilet, and the other one Neo held on to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Chandra came to the office. We know that he WILL go to the toilet after breakfast every day without fail! So we waited for him to eat, we even offered to belanja cos he went down a lil late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual...he went in. I alerted Neo. And it goes like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo: Chandra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Ya!! &lt;em&gt;(according to Chandra he thought Neo was outside the door calling him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo: Berak ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra: Ya!! &lt;em&gt;(started looking around the cubicle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly.... Chandra replied on Neo's set! Apparently he had found the hidden set. Then he started his nonsense...asking for toilet paper lah..hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us were roaring with laughter and it got louder when we saw Chandra coming out of the toilet asking.... "Who is the joker??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk137YYSG' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_6.gif' alt='ROTFL' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111597436944847430?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111597436944847430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111597436944847430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/office-to-toilet-over.html' title='Office to toilet... over!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111595052430170497</id><published>2005-05-13T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:37:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nite with RUSHDA!</title><content type='html'>Last night was supposed to be sushi nite with sabbie at simei banquet. But when Rushda came.... all attention was on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Rushda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/04-watchalookinat.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! My turn! My turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/01-happyandsad.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Sabbie's turn. But errr... Sabbie, she's not even looking at you. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/07-shehatesmenot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took turns again! For the millionth time. But finally Rushda stopped trying to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/05-takingturns.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we look alike! heheh Can't get enough of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/Rushdaandme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushda's real Umi...Umi Raudha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/TherealUmi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many wrestles, passes and pics we decided to go home. Waiting anxiously for No. 12 to make it in time for Joey. Oh, not forgetting our ice blended mocha with pearlz...which gives me the sore throat till now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/09-bubbles.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that block over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/11-myfuturehouse.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my baby's block. He's watching Arsenal Vs Everton the very moment I was at his bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the sign....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/12-Nostandingonsteps.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SO standing on the steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more from Rushda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/rushda2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111595052430170497?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111595052430170497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111595052430170497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/nite-with-rushda.html' title='A nite with RUSHDA!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111586911853521831</id><published>2005-05-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:38:38.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why? Why am I torturing myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/exam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is to me.... Urghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam timetable is out! Yayness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Communication - 13 June, 6.45pm&lt;br /&gt;Media Planning         - 17 June, 1pm&lt;br /&gt;Tourism Marketing      - 20 June, &lt;strong&gt;9am&lt;/strong&gt;! *Horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes poor me... even in the month of May, I have 3 class presentations and 2 written assignments to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i end my entry, I ask myself again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/why.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111586911853521831?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111586911853521831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111586911853521831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111577740257515760</id><published>2005-05-11T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T10:11:36.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fine! Leave me alone then!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News was out that my manager's leaving. SHUCKS! Now I have to do everything by myself. There's only 2 persons in the Corporate Sales Dept and with him leaving that leaves just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the directors' plans for me which were not that exciting though. Taking over my manager's place... what the... well, unless it comes with a big fat pay raise!! With a restaurant manager who thinks he's superman and 2 demanding directors in terms of sales figures, how can I ever do it alone? Just 2 months in this new company, my 'MERCU' vibes is kinda seeping in...slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111577740257515760?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111577740257515760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111577740257515760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/fine-leave-me-alone-then-news-was-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111569416962526048</id><published>2005-05-10T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:20:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apek Bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sometimes i'm so pissed on how our apek bus can be so unfriendly and sometimes mad. My encounter with a mad apek bus yesterday almost made me swear that i'll never take the bus again... but heck... that'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While I was sitting minding my own business the bus jerked. Out of nowhwere an empty drink can rolled to my side of the seat and made a loud 'CLANG' as it hit the bar of the seat. I looked down to see what it was and the apek bus turned to me. He was speaking in mandarin, &lt;em&gt;like as if i don't understand&lt;/em&gt;, saying how inconsiderate some people can be just throwing stuff in the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What makes me so mad was, he was looking at me from the rear mirror the whole blardy time he was uttering those nonsense! What an idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lucky for me the next stop was mine. And lucky for him that he didn't ask me to pick that up. If he had, i'd pick it up and throw it at his face!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111569416962526048?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111569416962526048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111569416962526048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/apek-bus-sometimes-im-so-pissed-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12763838.post-111565107574574840</id><published>2005-05-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:07:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog... blog...blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y244/intanzakariah/intan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Everyone seems to have a blog nowadays. I wanna have one of mine too! Reading my girlfriend's blog everyday makes me wonder if I can ever be a blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;So here goes... my very own blog and my very first entry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12763838-111565107574574840?l=nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111565107574574840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12763838/posts/default/111565107574574840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzieshopaholic.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-blogblog.html' title='Blog... blog...blog!'/><author><name>Naziara Zachary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
