<?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-1100529819342690477</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:05:10.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dreamer's Life..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-6308686277382401589</id><published>2011-03-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:39:32.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawin Kawin..</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum &amp; Salam Sejahtera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berzaman rasanya tak update blog ni. Bukan apa, takde idea dah nak tulis apa. Dah dok leka ngan FB, langsung tak ingat kat blog.. sian blog.. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hari ni,tiba-tiba rasa nak update. Knape? Coz dah banyak sangat tengok blog weddings n 'bride to be', rasa cam best plak nak start writing balik ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak crita apa lagi, kalo tak lain tak bukan pasal nak kawin la.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Tak sangka.. dah sampai seru rupanya D nak kawin.. pejam celik pejam celik... tinggal lbh kurang 3 bulan je lagi.. adoi.. nervousnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation.. maybe separuh dah settle.. yang besar2 insyaAllah beres.. tang yang kecik-kecik tu yang wat pening kepala.. doorgift, bilik pengantin, pelamin nikah, guest book.. etc etc.. kalau dah namanya perempuan, datang je bab-bab kawin mesti nak beria. sekali seumur hiduplah katakan ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, yang buat D nervous gile nih.. pasal jemputan.. huhuhu.. Mama &amp; papa nak buat sit down dinner. It's a good idea to me too.. Cumanya, camane nak sellect orang untuk dijemput? kot jemput orang ni, tertinggal orang tu, kot-kot ada yang terasa hati.. haiyo.. risau beb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D salute betul kat bride to be's yang enjoy sangat pasal bab-bab kawin ni.. best je tengok dalam blog diorang crita pasal preparations yang diorang buat.. untung jugak kat D. banyak dapat inspiration ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain memikirkan pasal preparation, D sebenarnya lebih banyak berfikir pasal apa yang akan jadi lepas kawin nanti.. Sebab D akan pindah ke Sarawak, stay dengan bakal suami. Jauh dari mama, papa &amp; my family ;( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau orang lain maybe diorang excited sebab dah kawin, dah ada life sendiri. Tapi untuk D, masih banyak lagi perasaan berbelah bahagi.. Kesian plak nak tinggalkan mama sorang-sorang :( Dengan siapalah mama nak sembang-sembang kalau D pindah nanti.. Ish, kalau boleh nak je D sambungkan Semenanjung ngan Sarawak jadi satu benua.. senang nak balik rumah..hehehe.. (very childish of me &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, I'm praying for the best. D harap, wedding preparation ni akan berjalan lancar n D dapat enjoy dengan experience ni.. insyaAllah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-6308686277382401589?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/6308686277382401589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=6308686277382401589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/6308686277382401589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/6308686277382401589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2011/03/assalamualaikum-salam-sejahtera.html' title='Kawin Kawin..'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-5948325972050400512</id><published>2009-09-06T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:36:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah Kerja ^_^</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, D dah dapat kerja ~_^ thanks to all yang bagi support selama. Actually dah nak dekat 3 bulan dah D kerja as HR Junior Officer dekat recruitment company kat Subang. Not actually my field, tapi bolehlah. I had fun ~_^. My officemates pun semua ok. My contract dah nak habis actually on September 11, tapi most probably will extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt a lot. Mula-mula masuk keje tu nervous gak. Tak tahu apa benda pun recruitment tu. Paling tak suka bila kena call orang. Huhu. Tapi lama-lama oklah. Kat sana buat keje macam-macam. Since I have some experience handling programs before, I was given the task to do sort of Motivation Trainings for the factory workers. Travel sampai Bangi tu nak buat training. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak juga suka-duka walaupun baru 3 bulan. Macam-macam orang dah jumpa. Start kerja ni jugak D belajar the value of money. Kalau tak selama ni menadah kat mak bapak je, senang-senang dapat. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D dapat tau ramai gak kawan-kawan lain yang dah kerja. I wish u all the best and may you'll eventually pursue the career of your dream ~_^. Untuk kawan-kawan lain yang belum dapat kerja pula, don't lose hope. God is Almighty. He surely have big plans for you guys. ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can all meet again someday. Buatlah reunion!! Rindu bangat! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Lots of Love to everyone~&lt;/strong&gt;&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/1100529819342690477-5948325972050400512?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5948325972050400512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=5948325972050400512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5948325972050400512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5948325972050400512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/09/dah-kerja.html' title='Dah Kerja ^_^'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-200568826185132600</id><published>2009-05-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:13:11.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has just been 2 days since I've done nothing else but surfing the net and look for jobs. I was so engrossed with it that I wasn't aware of the time. I'm not sure if I'm being paranoid, but I'm starting to worry if I don't get any jobs soon. I'll feel like a total loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initially, I wanted to further my studies and take my Masters. I've been trying to do so since early Internship but my work always gets in the way. Alas, I missed most of the deadlines for this year's intake for the IPTAs. I was mad at myself for not grabing the chance at the right time. It took me a few hours to recover from that frustration. I hope to find some other places, maybe oversea. But for the mean time, it's so obvious I need a job to fill my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My anxiousness doesn't end there. Some of my classmates already got a job right after we finish our Internship. Others are catching up. Yes, people would say "everyone will get their chance, it's just a matter of time". Time. Such a word that sends a chill up my spine. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until now, I've went to the jobfair, send resumes, search online, went for interviews (almost, but we were rejected because we haven't received our transcript) and even applied for temporary teacher. And it'll probably be my main activity for the mean time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Honestly, I've never worked before except for my Intership in Klang Hospital. So all this extra time I have at the moment really bugs. If there's any sugestions, comments and information regarding this dilemma I'm having, I would really, really appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks :)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-200568826185132600?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/200568826185132600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=200568826185132600' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/200568826185132600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/200568826185132600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do?'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-4190266921082000161</id><published>2009-05-28T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:18:14.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh2ONV4cULI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kB3wLvu_dOM/s1600-h/valentines-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340581092994601138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh2ONV4cULI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kB3wLvu_dOM/s320/valentines-clock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is such a strange feeling.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times it makes a person feels like walking through the clouds. At other times, it could hurt so much like a stab straight into your heart. No matter how hurtful love can be when two souls are apart, they'll still hold on to it. With hopes that one day, they'll reunite again, as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how I felt all this while. A feeling I've anticipated long before we have to seperate, geographically. It gets even tougher when we are miles apart now. No more having breakfast together, seeing each others faces, going to movies, going to classes together.. all routines halted, and we have to realign our lives to a long distance relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was terrible at first. I hated to be so far away from him. But there's nothing I could do about it. As time pass, I regain my strength. Part of it is because I had my Internship, and another part of it is because he had helped me along the way as well. He came down to KL twice, once was a week after I came back here, and another one was in February, on my birthday. God knows how happy I was to see him. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340577252848179394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh2Kt0OMGMI/AAAAAAAAADY/38fm_QP_RfE/s320/DSC00886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this time, after we've finished our Internship, it's suppose to be my turn to go Kuching.. But, things didn't work out the we planned. I couldn't go due to some circumstances. It was really hard, both for him and me. I just have to accept that I'll only be seeing him in August, during my convocation, adding another 3 months to see my beloved Boo.. I was so sad.. I felt even more terrible that I could not keep to my words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I thought that I just have to bear with in and be patience, my dearest Boo took the initiative. Since I couldn't go, he'll come to see me, in KL. I WAS SO HAPPY!! ^_^ He was so sweet!! Although it would cost him a lot, he put that aside. As long as we could meet, that's all that matters.. I really really appreciate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a wonderful holiday together, from 23rd till 26th May. Though it was short, it was the sweetest moments that I had with him. We made a point to cherish each waking moments we had together. It was really wonderful. I felt complete to have him by my side ~_^&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh2NMmLyKJI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGcfe8EcK6I/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340579980679194770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh2NMmLyKJI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGcfe8EcK6I/s320/DSC01495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreaded seperation. I was really bad at goodbyes. But somehow, this time, it was not as hard as how it use to be. I think I had mature a bit, and I had to thank him as well for making this long-distance relationship such a positive thing for us. Thank you Sham ~_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward to see him again, insyaAllah in another 3 months time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my dearest boo, I will always love you and miss you so much.. (^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1zcOybZAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kEy-UFTo118/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340551661974414338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1zcOybZAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kEy-UFTo118/s320/DSC01470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tamek windu n cayang kitak besha gilak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-4190266921082000161?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4190266921082000161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=4190266921082000161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/4190266921082000161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/4190266921082000161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh2ONV4cULI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kB3wLvu_dOM/s72-c/valentines-clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-5838972679650506930</id><published>2009-04-29T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:45:56.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a long time since I've read anything that's small and thick.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to read, but I didn't make reading novels or fictions as a habit these few years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too much other 'important' things to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I'm so exhausted of reading for studies, I shift to magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a bookworm per se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just enjoyed collecting knowledge from reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadly, I hadn't widen my horizon to read autobiographies, novels or anything fictional for the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my trip to the International Book Fair last Sunday changed my days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my first time there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes landed on a couple of novels that I've been eyeing for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never bought novels for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I borrowed most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this time, I felt the urge to buy them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 30% off anyway, so it's a good deal ~_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I started reading, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized how much I've missed this world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The imaginative world that I've left all this years to be replaced by movies and soap dramas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do love movies, no doubt. But there's something about reading that brings you even beyond what movies can provide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It let's your imagination runs wild and brings you to another world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you wouldn't have dream of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also leaves a trail of emotion so captivating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you'll even flip the pages again to embrace the emotion.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for me, it's a method of escapism from the real world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An escape route short enough to bring back life into me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and made my day even more meaningful.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was truely worth it ~_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-5838972679650506930?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5838972679650506930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=5838972679650506930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5838972679650506930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5838972679650506930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-world.html' title='Another World'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-7537756153772867529</id><published>2009-04-29T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:15:57.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time flies so fast.. It's only a mere of days left to finish up my Intership..&lt;br /&gt;I felt relieved I've gone through supervision smoothly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy I've survived that nerve-wrecking phase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was indeed very precious and quite sentimental to me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because, it'll be the last time for Mama to supervise me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, I'll be on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one to tell what's right or what's wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's the best action or what to avoid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's to up me, my experience and the knowledge from my lecturers that will guide me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda scary to think that I'll be on my own.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have to grow and I have to move on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back about it, Internship had really taught me a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever I've learnt all these years started to make sense.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know the value of experience.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How precious it is that it could make a person grow so much in a mere 4 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss this phase of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I thank all the people around me in this period of time for giving me a lifetime experience that I'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you so much ~_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-7537756153772867529?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7537756153772867529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=7537756153772867529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/7537756153772867529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/7537756153772867529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifetime-experience.html' title='Lifetime Experience'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-8844033711082047335</id><published>2009-04-22T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:01:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhirnya..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeay yeay dah habis kena supervise oleh mama!! ~_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Best Best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak tahulah macam mana nak explain rasa best ni. Rasa lega sangat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semuanya berjalan dengan baik selama 2 hari walaupun ada masalah sedikit tentang ahli kelompok. Mama ada point out kekurangan tapi biasalah, kita takkan jadi perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was happy that mama did point it out. At least I know where I should improve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks MAMA ~_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata Mama sangat memberi semangat kepada saya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saya tau Mama dah tak garang sangat lagi sekarang (dia garang dalam kelas je..hehehe), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi rasa nervous tu nak tunggu dia datang.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pergh! Boleh tahan gak. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm expecting too much from myself.. Takut sangat nak buat salah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bak kata Mama &lt;strong&gt;"So What?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Betul gak. So what kalau kita buat salah? Bukannya kita kena hukum gantung pun kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kita buat salah, lepas tu kita dapat belajar dari kesilapan kita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kita dapat pengalaman baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moral of the story, Don't be afraid to do mistakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Don't beat yourself up when you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So appreciate it and and you'll learn a lot from yourself.. ~_^&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-8844033711082047335?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8844033711082047335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=8844033711082047335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/8844033711082047335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/8844033711082047335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/akhirnya.html' title='Akhirnya..'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-8112735734355441414</id><published>2009-04-12T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:55:35.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebulan Sahaja Lagi..</title><content type='html'>Hi all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dapat permintaan daripada seseorang untuk tulis blog dalam bahasa melayu.. Jadi, blog ni saya tujukan khas untuk orang tersebut... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang internship ni, saya dah jumpa ramai sangat orang yang kata jam kredit student unimas ni sangat banyak. Banyak sangat kerja yang kami kena buat. Sampai ada yang kata sibuk kami mengalahkan YB.. tapi, Tak kisahlah.. Memang tak dinafikan kesibukan kami macam tak ada hujung pangkalnya.. But it's a really good training. Yang paling best bila ada orang puji student counseling unimas ni serba boleh ^_^.. Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, personally, saya berpuas hati dengan sistem jabatan kaunseling unimas. Internship ni betul-betul mengajar saya untuk lebih bersedia menghadapi dunia sebenar. Saya tahu masih banyak kelemahan yang perlu saya atasi. but I'll always try my best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kawan-kawan semua, ALL THE BEST!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sebulan je lagi tinggal.. Jangan kita sia-siakan peluang yang kita ada ni untuk menimba seberapa banyak ilmu yang kita boleh.. Dah kerja nanti, lecturer &amp;amp; supervisor kita dah takde nak tegur dan bagi tunjuk ajar kat lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, hargailah setiap teguran, setiap kritikan dan setiap pujian yang kita terima daripada sesiapa pun..&lt;br /&gt;Yang positif sematkan dalam akal dan hati,&lt;br /&gt;Yang negatif fikir-fikirkan dan jadikan panduan,&lt;br /&gt;Yang terlalu negatif atau tak relevan, buang je dalam tong sampah.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ~_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-8112735734355441414?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8112735734355441414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=8112735734355441414' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/8112735734355441414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/8112735734355441414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/04/sebulan-sahaja-lagi.html' title='Sebulan Sahaja Lagi..'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-5349292908782277757</id><published>2009-03-24T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:31:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0anIeADljvU/ScjfqyxnipI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFZ72ebWad8/s1600-h/image-upload-72-726748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0anIeADljvU/ScjfqyxnipI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFZ72ebWad8/s320/image-upload-72-726748.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I just couldn't resist. They're so cute! My boo gave me the big kuma kuma. really really huggable. And now i've found d little ones too ~_^ kawaii!&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/1100529819342690477-5349292908782277757?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5349292908782277757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=5349292908782277757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5349292908782277757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5349292908782277757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-cute.html' title='So cute!'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0anIeADljvU/ScjfqyxnipI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jFZ72ebWad8/s72-c/image-upload-72-726748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-3405410750901176719</id><published>2009-03-17T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:58:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>Hye y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already March and things aren't improving much for my Internship. Except for individual counseling, the rest are still rather slow.. It is damn stressful during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it so happens that every weekend is like a holiday to us.. Went to melaka for Ms. Azura'a wedding Mrs. Azura by now..hehehe), Went for numerology course in Selayang, stayed at my aunts condo and went swimming with cik eja.. feels like holiday. or maybe it's just us &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's good to have these opportunities once in a while. knowing very well that i easily stress myself, i could probably take these 'breaks' as a motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all my friends, do spare some time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;have a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;get quality sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;exercise (miss aida is being a very good role model ~_^)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and always be positive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even how bleak and pitch dark your current situation is, always remember that we control our own path and success.. if our seniors can do it, so can we. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANBATTE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-3405410750901176719?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3405410750901176719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=3405410750901176719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/3405410750901176719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/3405410750901176719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/03/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-8513825192255276365</id><published>2009-02-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:03:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting down</title><content type='html'>Actually, right now is not a really good time for blogging. There's loads of work to be done. But hell, I'm in the mood for it, so what I care.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about Internship and missing my friends on and on.. and yeah, that's what my life is revolving around right now. I do miss them, but I am moving on. I'm gonna meet some of them anyway this Friday for a whole day program at SMT Shah Alam. My boo is coming down to KL on my birthday (I'm so looking forward to it ~_^). And InsyaAllah, me and my other classmates will attend a lecturers' wedding on the following day at Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets change the topic. Why do I consider myself a dreamer? Because I dream a lot? (duh) hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to be a really quiet girl. I don't have sisters and I was thought to stay indoors most of the time. So most of the time, I played on my own. When i think about it, my world actually revolved around books (and TV of course). I love stories, encyclopedias, myths, fantasies and fun facts about things around me. Once, I was even called as the walking dictionary, but that's a different story. Quite a nerd huh? But try as I might, I still love books. Any books. It's a seasonal thing. Like right now, I'm really enjoying reading back all the counseling theories, Counseling strategies and stuff. But I couldn't spend the whole time reading, there's still a lot of work to be done. And that's the whole point of reading, to apply it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the top. Why am I a dreamer? Why don't i call myself a reader? The answer; reading to me is a source, dreaming is a manifestation of what you think and feel, consciously and unconsciously towards that source. That's one of the reason I love reading fantasies and myths. It just feeds your imagination and gives you whole new perspective about your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamers are mostly idealistics, which is a bit of a problem when it surpasses being realistic. So the best bet is, be in balance. Be a realist when your dealing with logic, and be an idealist when you have the chance to embrace your imagination. By the end of the day, you'll might be able explore a whole new world of your own and make your life even more colourful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-8513825192255276365?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/8513825192255276365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=8513825192255276365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/8513825192255276365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/8513825192255276365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/02/shutting-down.html' title='Shutting down'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-7435725347269579275</id><published>2009-02-05T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:25:17.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss your faces..</title><content type='html'>Helloo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i post anything here. There's so many things to tell, but so little time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my Internship is going well. It's just that we're a bit behind our schedule. Hopefully we could catch up and finish this whole thing in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel... sad. I miss my life in Uni. I miss my friends. I miss going to class. I miss the commotion my friends make in class, like 'pasar malam'. I miss seeing their faces. I miss seeing those smiles.I miss working with them, although it could be awfully stressful at times. But when I think about it, it's the most enjoyable time I had with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Friday 30th January, we had a meeting for all Interns in Semenanjung. Boy I was so happy meeting them! It's just like in class. Everybody was so cheerful, sharing stories and experiences. It's like we never parted. The bond was still so tight. It could have been merrier if all of us were there, but another half is in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also Mama (Prof Madya Zuraidah). My most respected lecturer, now our internship supervisor. She's still the same. And I'm glad she is coz I miss her 'bebel' so much.. hehehe.. She gave us a more detailed guidance about our internship. Although some might think she's very rigid and strict, to me she's just being concern and caring about her children, just like a mother. And that's why I'm so comfortable to confide her for anything (but I'm still a bit scared sometimes..hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outside, most of us still look the same. only a little chubbier or skinnier..hehehe.. But when we share our experiences for the past one month, it made me realize we've grown up a lot. Each and everyone of us have our own story. Each and everyone have gone through different kinds of hurdles. Which eventually made us quite a different person inside. But in the same time, there's still something that remained the same: the warmth that we have when we're together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we will all go our seperate ways. One day, our path might not cross at all. But do remember, we've all come from the same place. And that place had mould us to become who we are today. And that place had also brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss all of you.. Can't wait to see you all again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-7435725347269579275?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/7435725347269579275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=7435725347269579275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/7435725347269579275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/7435725347269579275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/02/miss-your-faces.html' title='Miss your faces..'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-3330181799622181916</id><published>2009-01-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:31:35.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~miss u much~</title><content type='html'>For my dearest boo, and for all who are in a long-distance relationship,&lt;br /&gt;I dedicate this song to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apa agaknya khabarmu di sana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Di sini ku sedang dibelenggu rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beginikah rasa seksa perpisahan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sungguh anehnya hidup berasingan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hati terasa bagai tertinggal di situ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meskipun tubuh dah jauh beribu batu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sesaat seperti tahun lamanya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semasa kau tiada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apa yang terdaya…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila terasa rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku sebut namamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dengan harapan kau akan muncul dalam tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila terasa rindu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku bayang wajahmu dalam angan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan barulah ku terasa bagai disembuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jauh sekali hidup di sini berbeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beribu kali lagi ku selesa di sana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tak sabar menantikan detik kepulangan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Namun hingga itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apa yang termampu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila terasa rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku sebut namamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dengan harapan kau akan muncul dalam tidur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bila terasa rindu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ku bayang wajahmu dalam angan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dan barulah ku terasa bagai disembuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terlintas di fikiran untuk meminggirkan saja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Semua pencarian di sini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tetapi ini sebahagian dari pengorbanan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bekalan andainya hari sukar mencabar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-3330181799622181916?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/3330181799622181916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=3330181799622181916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/3330181799622181916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/3330181799622181916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-u-more.html' title='~miss u much~'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-1081166251119344270</id><published>2009-01-20T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:32:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrrmm...</title><content type='html'>Holla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm already in my 3rd week of internship in Hospital Tengku Ampuan Rahimah Klang. According to the plan, me and my partner Eja should have at least started our individual counseling sessions. Okay, so I did got a referral case from Hospital Supervisor, but I couldn't reach him these few days. Thus, my session is still pending till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From yesterday, me and Eja were distributing our counseling unit brochures and met most of the Supervisors, Sisters and Head of Departments in this hospital. Some were nice, some were ok, and there were someone who were just not really nice *sigh* I really appreciate those who aknowledge us and our work. I'm also happy to know that there are some who are eager to use our counseling service. But one incident yesterday made me stunned for a while and made my partner's mood went down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were being our usual polite and nice self to this one person in charge. But all of the sudden she replied us very harshly and just walked away. As though the person was relly pissed off with us. I wonder what we did wrong...hurm..O_o Anyway, it's almost 5pm, I guessed that person had a rough day and we came at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I met my supervisor and told her about what happened, she said she might know the person we're talking about. And that person wasn't really mad, it's just the way he/she is. o..k.. well, different people have different ways of treating others I guess. Hrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it has been quite hard for us here. we're trying our best to get clients, but it seems like it's going to take a while.. I really really REALLY hope we can go through this and finish up our internship.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-1081166251119344270?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/1081166251119344270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=1081166251119344270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/1081166251119344270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/1081166251119344270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/hrrmm.html' title='Hrrmm...'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-4955223313872432897</id><published>2009-01-05T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:26:22.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminescence</title><content type='html'>A lot had happened during last December. A lot of emotional roller-coasters; sadness, happiness, excitements and even grief. 3 1/2 years in Unimas had taught me many things and overtime, I've collected many memories. It was really hard to part with something you've grown so familiar with. The friendly people, the lush greenery, the studying environment, the slow-paced city (compared to KL) and of course the warm smiles of the people who are so close to my heart. I can't deny I had a very hard time to let go of these things and go back to where I belong. But somehow, deep down, I did felt belonged there. Most probably because I was so attached to my guy and his family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check, I still have to go home. There are many other things waiting for me at home. I gave myself three days to cry my eyes out and then I have to move on. Thank God I managed to control myself. Well, with a little help from someone of course. A week after i flew back to KL, my guy came spent some three days holiday with me. It was short, but it was the sweetest holiday I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm enjoying my stay at home. I'm so happy to be able to spend time with my mum, my dad and my brothers. I've already started my practical training as a counselor. It's a whole new environment here. A lot of work to be done too (sigh). Anyway, this the last semester and I'm going to go all out. To all my fellow counseling friends, I wish you all the best in everything you do ^_^. Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-4955223313872432897?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/4955223313872432897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=4955223313872432897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/4955223313872432897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/4955223313872432897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2009/01/reminescence.html' title='Reminescence'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-5451373884495431733</id><published>2008-12-01T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:54:06.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One week has passed by. A week since I met all my beloved classmates as a whole. A week since we last laughed and talked, and cried with each other. A week since we last hugged and kissed each other goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;One whole week, since I last said &lt;strong&gt;‘I Love You’&lt;/strong&gt; to all of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to describe how I feel these days. Whenever I remember all the memories I had with them, I felt sad and lonely. I felt sad because I miss them. I miss the hysterical laughs we had in class, the laughs that we even shared with our lecturers. I miss the grueling hours we spent, cramming our brains to the never-ending list of assignments throughout the semester. I miss the times we worked together; pouring all our energies, our hearts and souls to make every program a success. I miss the quality time we spent in class, listening attentively to lectures while bargaining ourselves to the’ sleeping devils’. I miss the camps we had, where we got to know each other even closer than before. I miss the quarrels and conflicts, though painful but it had made us grow. I miss the birthday wishes we sang our hearts out whenever any one of us had another year added to his/her life. I miss the announcements yelled out almost every time after class. I miss the annual dinners, when all of the sudden, all the girls became graceful swans and the guys became such handsome princes. I miss the smiles and hellos I received no matter where and when I met them.&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I miss the warm and caring atmosphere I had when we were all together. The feelings that is so special and could never be felt with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274724350221761682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STOV2Y8SPJI/AAAAAAAAABA/3RJ5pv48g-Q/s320/DSC00777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took quite some time for me to realize the precious gems in front of me. In my earlier years, I’ve been treasuring the gems that are far away from me. So immersed I was in my own thoughts that somehow I made a barrier for myself; a barrier that allows only certain people to enter my life. But as I grow as a counseling student, I began to appreciate people more. I began to learn more about each and every one of them. Along the way, it has been an amazing roller-coaster ride. I’ve met such amazing people. There are the talkative ones, the quiet ones, the funny ones, the serious ones, the achievers, the born leaders, the sweet ones, the strict ones, the active ones, and even the invisible ones. Though we are all different, I do believe we all share the same principle, “people are unique”. And to me, the uniqueness is what had bonded us together so well. From this bond, I’ve learned to love the valuable gems that are right in front of my eyes. And I’m glad, it was not too late for me to love these gems that I’ve been with for the past 3 ½ years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, I’ve wished that time would past as slowly as it can. I wished that I would never have to leave this phase of my life; a phase that I can still have fun with my friends, I can still see their faces and hear their voices, a phase that I can be so comfortable with the people I meet. On the last day we had together during the Internship Camp, when we sat in a circle and disclose our feelings, I just wished that the time would pause for awhile. I wished, at least we’ll have the entire 24 hours to bid farewells and share the moment together. But of course, my wish did not come true. Half-heartedly I accepted the day as it is and made the full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, sometimes I do shed tears when I remembered that moment. The moment when I get to look into each of their eyes and said I loved them so much. We may have said goodbye and we may not be able to meet each other again. But then, that’s the beauty of friendship. It could never be erased by goodbyes as it will always remains in ones heart, along with the memories that comes with it. As for me, I will never forget the precious moments I had with these wonderful friends of mine, for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the entire Unimas Counseling Students batch 05/06, I wish you good luck and all the best for your Internship/ Courses. Hope to meet you all again someday. May you’ll have a wonderful and successful life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my dear lecturers, thank you so much for your kindness, your patience and for all the knowledge that you have given me. Thank you so much for helping me to grow and become the person I am today. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless You All..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-5451373884495431733?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/5451373884495431733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=5451373884495431733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5451373884495431733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/5451373884495431733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-say-goodbye.html' title='Never Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STOV2Y8SPJI/AAAAAAAAABA/3RJ5pv48g-Q/s72-c/DSC00777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1100529819342690477.post-2067555817792593301</id><published>2008-11-14T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T15:41:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something About Me..</title><content type='html'>Assalamualaikum dan hello to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STOP5mBO-1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/YArPu1MJbdo/s1600-h/1_731639111l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274717808202021714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STOP5mBO-1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/YArPu1MJbdo/s320/1_731639111l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to my blog. I'm Farah Dianti Abdul Rahizam, currently 22 years old and am still pursuing my Bachelors Degree in Counseling (Hons) in University of Malaysia Sarawak (Unimas). I'm living in Shah Alam, Selangor with my parents and two younger brothers. My dad is a marine engineer, now working as a CSR in Petronas. My mom is a travel consultant of her own travel agency, ITAERO travel. My brother, two years younger than me is now pursuing his Diploma in Mechanical Engineering. He has an ambition to become just like my dad, an engineer. My youngest brother, who is now 18, is taking up a course on catering and he dreams of becoming a chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered kindergarten since I was 4 years old in Tadika Sayangku, Shah Alam. My primary school was Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Seksyen 19, Shah Alam and I went to Sekolah Menengah Seksyen 19, Shah Alam for my secondary education until Form 3. After 12 years of studying in my hometown, I got the chance to study elsewhere. I went to Sekolah Menengah Sains Muar (Samura), Muar Johor during Form 4 and Form 5. After Form 5, I went to Kedah Matriculation College for a year. And as I’ve stated before, I’m now pursuing Counseling in UNIMAS, Sarawak. I guess I’m quite lucky to have the experience of traveling almost all around Malaysia for my studies. From west coast I went to the south, and then to the north, and now all the way across the sea to the East Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for Taekwondo and I’m now a 1st Dan Black Belt. I’m hoping to get my 2nd Dan soon if I could. I’m not much of a great fighter but I do love to join tournaments and kick some ass (or get my ass kicked &gt;_&lt;). Right now I’ve just finished my final semester in Unimas. Starting next year (which is my actual final semester in B.A. Counseling) I’ll be doing my internship nearby my hometown, in Hospital Tengku Ampuan Rahimah, Klang. I’ll no longer be a counseling student but a training counselor. It freaks me out a bit, but I’ll think I’ll manage (really hope so &gt;_&lt;). &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STORgOo28aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3ocNa9F1enc/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STORgOo28aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3ocNa9F1enc/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274719571452293538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STORgOo28aI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3ocNa9F1enc/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the past 3 ½ years in Unimas was great! I’ve learnt a lot and I’ve met a lot of great people. One of them is of course, my guy Hishammudin. He’s my course mate. To think about it, I didn’t really like this guy before because he likes to tease me. However, eventually, when I got to really know him better, I began accepting him and even enjoy his company a lot. He helped me to build my self esteem. He helped me to be more sociable. Whenever I’m down, he always pulls me up and be more positive. Although we are quite different from each other, we do compliment each other in many ways. It’s a unique chemistry I must say. But the bottom line is, he loves me for who I am and I love him for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s all about me for my first entry. I’ll save the rest for later ~_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1100529819342690477-2067555817792593301?l=farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/feeds/2067555817792593301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1100529819342690477&amp;postID=2067555817792593301' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/2067555817792593301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1100529819342690477/posts/default/2067555817792593301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farahdianti-phadee.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-about-me.html' title='Something About Me..'/><author><name>Farah Dianti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02771948128684344932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/Sh1t7Tn3tdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Qh3dxb6XMkQ/S220/DSC01454.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YsiRPO23BgA/STOP5mBO-1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/YArPu1MJbdo/s72-c/1_731639111l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
