<?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-3604075773669398314</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:04:12.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...My Sweet Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-7042022659844625898</id><published>2009-04-07T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:57:28.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... hectic life already entered my life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;assignment came like a rain drop and so did the presentations ... nearly every week got presentations ... busy here and there ... some more my room mate can't understand why am  i so busy doing work no time to enjoy .. an i replied " I'm doing my degree .. so more tougher than yours...  you only study diploma and this is your 1st semester here  .... so you can relax now but not for next semester .. understand ! " and she just kept quiet ... but she kept asking the same question when ever i have a group meeting ... arghh!!! make me lose patient with her ... how annoyed am i .... don't know what to say to her anymore .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;but she a very nice roommate though.. we have a lot things in common but  not  like we are twins or what ... but sometimes we do same things.. watch same Tv series together ... we like the same kind of genre of songs.. but not sharing or like the same guy as i do ... hehehe .. because we have different taste what ... so ... its impossible for me and her facing this problem what ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;another 2 assignment and presentation to go and submit . And my final exam just around the conner ... i only have two exam to take ... 1 is Business in Context and the other one is Accounting for Decisions Making .. both a very tough subject ... hope i can score a good result ... as this is my 1st sem here even though i directly given the oder to start my degree in sem 4 ... ok la .... actually a lot more to write ... but what to do ... many other things to do ....... wish me all the best and success ya !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604075773669398314-7042022659844625898?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7042022659844625898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=7042022659844625898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/7042022659844625898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/7042022659844625898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2009/04/hectic-life-already-entered-my-life.html' title='... hectic life already entered my life ...'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-7631831698781056354</id><published>2009-02-07T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:45:06.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... new LIFE in niuc ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quite a long time i never update my blog due to the fact that i had been busy attending English Classes at British Council in the month of October , November &amp;amp; December last year .. attending these classes is just to fill up my schedule time while waiting for the NIUC January intake to pursue my degree course which is OBU Business &amp;amp; Hospitality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There are a few options for me to choose for continuing my degree studies.. 1st was the KDU College which  is just half an hour from my house ..  .. If i were to choose to study in KDU i have to stay with my family in k.l which is convenient for me and my family .. but than i used to stay away from my home during my diploma studies ... so its kind of weird for me  to  stay at home while pursuing my degree studies ... and another option is here in  NIUC  which is just 1 hour from my house .. its offer 3+0 program with Oxford Brooke's University..  and i get to stay away from home which i used to during my diploma studies ... and i only go back KL every Friday which also is my every week routine during my diploma time ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still in dilemma on which one to choose ... my parents decided to come to NIUC and have a look how's the campus look like ... and it's nice environment which i can say ... and the marketing people ask me to fill up some form and also pay the booking fee for my accommodation .. which i also not kind of sure how's the room look like and  how's the  hostel area look like ... as the marketing person refuse to show us  the hostel room conditions ..  which me and my parents kind of puzzle why the hell this person don't want to show us ... anyway i just pay for it .. in case i decided to study here i have already made  booking for my hostel room ... another things that attract me to study here is that i get exemption for my 1st year degree subject .. which i already covered during my studies in diploma ...  finally the day comes ... where the day i received an offer letter from NIUC that i've been accepted to continuing my degree here .... that day i was happy but quite shock also ... things just happen so fast ...  but actually i've made a good decisions also by continuing my degree here .. all the student are quite friendly compare with my diploma mates which is mostly ( **** **** ) censored ... after receiving that letter I'm looking forward to come here and study .... not many preparation i have to  make actually but instead i have spending some fun time with a few of my friends ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The first day of me in NIUC was the sadist day and i shall say that i arrived at OAR with a unpleasant rude staff ... which  shock my parents  and me ...  eventually while i want to make my payment i accidentally bum into one of the staff which he use to teach my during my diploma ... since he did not have anything to do .. he decided to help me with my registration proses and also settle my accommodation proses .. but when i went to the accommodation office to take my room key ... they said that my name was not on the list ... and they said i never submit the booking form as well as the booking fee.. which i already paid last year during my 1st visits.. the lecturer help me ask the marketing people ...  turnout that he went for a vacation and he forgotten to submit my form to the accommodation office which he should be submitted last year ... wtf .. my parents keep mumbling about this ... and i was told that all the room are full and they try to fit me in any empty room as soon as possible ... at that point of time i didn't ca&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;re if get to stayed one room with anyone as long it is not the Nigerian or Kenya  or so call black people .. scared of them actually ... but it's ok .. i felt a relieve when they manage to give me and empty twin sharing hostel in HA block ... i was so happy ... after that i went to the room and see the condition of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; room and it's fine except for the floor and the cupboard were a bit dusty ... which me with the help of my mom we both clean it ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I did register for my self in the orientation program which is kind of fun but sometimes make me felt annoyed and irritated by them ... due to the schedule that they had given me are not the same time as the activity are started ... for example the outdoor activity stated in the schedule should be started at 4 pm but eventually they started at 2 pm ... 2 hours earlier .. when i arrived there they asked me why am i late ... what's the point if you asking my hp number during the sign up for orientation program if you don't even sms or just give a call using college phone to call and inform me .. at that time i felt so embarrassed ... people start to look at me ... especially the counselor  ... keep asking me why am i late for this ...  through out the  orientation program i did make a new friends local as well as international friends ... and we have our own group for the orientation night   performance ... the preparation for the night itself was a hack of a hell ... we have practices  3 times a week and only be done in night time .. sometimes we need to practice until 12 am ... which very tiring for me and other members ... and i have to act as a a malay village guy in that performance which supposedly  someone should act it .. due to the fact that she is so shy to act it and i have to  act it .. but it was fun act as a guy for 1 month practice .. and ofcourse i have to wear a Malay guy traditional clothes "Baju Melayu" which i borrowed my brother's ... kind of big though but ok .. still can fit me well without any disturbance during my act on the night itself ... really fun ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SduqgdMqyXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wNmJ62heb0I/s1600-h/DSC00242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SduqgdMqyXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wNmJ62heb0I/s320/DSC00242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322034859238672754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;photo taken just after our performance but some are missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The 1st one month I'm at here studying is very enjoyable ... but when comes to the second month .. all the assignment and presentation start to come and burden me like a rain drop .. but what to do .. I'm doing degree what so have to faced la ... what la me ... lazy ass ... hehehe ... always do work last minutes but not so last minutes la but sometimes la ... hehehe ... hurm thinking back when i was doing y diploma it was so much easier ... 1 semester 1 assignment for each subject .. no homework only for accounts subject got la .. but others no la only 1 assignment 1 presentation ... which i have lot of time to enjoy ... can go up Genting nearly everyday with my friends ... heheh ... for sure my mom allow me to go .. coz nothing to do in the room ... better walk around in Geting ... window shopping ... hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ok la ... will update again soon as possible ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3604075773669398314-7631831698781056354?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7631831698781056354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=7631831698781056354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/7631831698781056354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/7631831698781056354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-life-in-niuc.html' title='... new LIFE in niuc ...'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SduqgdMqyXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wNmJ62heb0I/s72-c/DSC00242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-5982635470809226590</id><published>2008-09-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:32:46.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. nanaFoods ..</title><content type='html'>Croquet Recipe :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMowmCPzOzI/AAAAAAAAACg/k3Npx5jPNJg/s1600-h/18-08-08_1534+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMowmCPzOzI/AAAAAAAAACg/k3Npx5jPNJg/s320/18-08-08_1534+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245058146022669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMoxGQ6n7aI/AAAAAAAAACw/XYz3-vRBfjQ/s1600-h/18-08-08_1535+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMoxGQ6n7aI/AAAAAAAAACw/XYz3-vRBfjQ/s320/18-08-08_1535+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245058699716193698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : Peel the potato skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 : Boil the potato until it soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 : Mix it with some cheese and sprinkle some crushed black pepper&lt;br /&gt;and make it into you own shape (as shown below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMoySkXRceI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Wtp1UJPpcTg/s1600-h/18-08-08_1738+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMoySkXRceI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Wtp1UJPpcTg/s320/18-08-08_1738+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245060010606686690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 : Soak the shape potato into egg and mix it with some crushed black pepper inside the egg (as shown below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMozxsu0hjI/AAAAAAAAADA/2oxtsOnhGLU/s1600-h/18-08-08_1735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMozxsu0hjI/AAAAAAAAADA/2oxtsOnhGLU/s320/18-08-08_1735+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245061644940510770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5 : Roll the shape potato with the bread crumbed after  soak with the egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6 : Deep fry the potato in a very hot oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMozxsu0hjI/AAAAAAAAADA/2oxtsOnhGLU/s1600-h/18-08-08_1735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604075773669398314-5982635470809226590?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5982635470809226590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=5982635470809226590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/5982635470809226590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/5982635470809226590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2008/09/nanafoods.html' title='.. nanaFoods ..'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SMowmCPzOzI/AAAAAAAAACg/k3Npx5jPNJg/s72-c/18-08-08_1534+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-8957754987255028201</id><published>2008-08-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:54:41.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Addicted to Chili a.k.a Spicy Food ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKLxwFw7TiI/AAAAAAAAACA/XgsQh2SxHRc/s1600-h/chili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKLxwFw7TiI/AAAAAAAAACA/XgsQh2SxHRc/s320/chili.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234011525441343010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time already i never ate any spicy food.. kind of miss all the spicy food.. people called me the "Chili Girl" aka like to eat chili a lot.. Every food that i ate must be spicy especially when  eat noodle soup or fried noodle.. If i cooked my own fried rice i will put 20 num or small chili " cili padi ".. i am crazy right.. ya but that's me... the girl who like to eat spicy food.. if in one day i don't eat spicy food i will go crazy "gone nuts"... my mom keep complaining at me ... and ask me to stop eating spicy food .. spicy food is bad for health .... i know that.. but i still keep eating spicy food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; it's already part of my life.. my daily food..how can get rid from this situation.. i gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ess i am addicted to chili.. HELP!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Is there anyone out there like to eat spicy food and would like to share something with me. Please do leave a comment bout my problem or share with yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;thanks,&lt;/span&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/3604075773669398314-8957754987255028201?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8957754987255028201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=8957754987255028201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/8957754987255028201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/8957754987255028201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/addicted-to-picy-food.html' title='.. Addicted to Chili a.k.a Spicy Food ..'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKLxwFw7TiI/AAAAAAAAACA/XgsQh2SxHRc/s72-c/chili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-6126461278582187982</id><published>2008-08-13T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:08:51.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Creation by me to you ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Once upon a time something happen to me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;: It was the sweetest that ever could be  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt; : A fantasy, A dream come true :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;: It was the day i met you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I wish i never even ever met you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So then i wouldn't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;night - Staring at my blank ceiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;thinking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;absolutely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; how i know i am not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;how i may never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;again but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;somewhere being abso&lt;/span&gt;lutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3604075773669398314-6126461278582187982?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6126461278582187982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=6126461278582187982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/6126461278582187982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/6126461278582187982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-upon-time-something-happen-to-me.html' title='.. Creation by me to you ..'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-1461509873505314752</id><published>2008-08-12T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:11:54.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Beijing Trip Photo ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCfzO5YVI/AAAAAAAAABY/3pEPJsYqV_o/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCfzO5YVI/AAAAAAAAABY/3pEPJsYqV_o/s320/mama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678093565649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. Dad &amp;amp; Mom ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCf3TMXII/AAAAAAAAABg/_zDqcHjPuro/s1600-h/At+Great+Wall,+China.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCf3TMXII/AAAAAAAAABg/_zDqcHjPuro/s320/At+Great+Wall,+China.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678094657412226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Brother , Dad , Mom &amp;amp; Me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCf8MPWPI/AAAAAAAAABo/cLbngZO6wJM/s1600-h/PIC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCf8MPWPI/AAAAAAAAABo/cLbngZO6wJM/s320/PIC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678095970425074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Me &amp;amp; Mom ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCgEIKKLI/AAAAAAAAABw/4bs6aHHZ4fc/s1600-h/PIC_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCgEIKKLI/AAAAAAAAABw/4bs6aHHZ4fc/s320/PIC_0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678098100791474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. My Handsome Dad &amp;amp; Lovely Mom ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCgdBJ9uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3njFWHq_rI/s1600-h/IMG_4471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCgdBJ9uI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3njFWHq_rI/s320/IMG_4471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233678104782304994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. me , dad , mom , sister &amp;amp; brother ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;= HaPpY FaMilY =&lt;br /&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/3604075773669398314-1461509873505314752?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1461509873505314752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=1461509873505314752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/1461509873505314752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/1461509873505314752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-trip-photo.html' title='.. Beijing Trip Photo ..'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKHCfzO5YVI/AAAAAAAAABY/3pEPJsYqV_o/s72-c/mama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-3081546817037470883</id><published>2008-08-11T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:32:37.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Friends Forever ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKBO0jzyxVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6D8rt4PtMg/s1600-h/18-06-08_1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKBO0jzyxVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6D8rt4PtMg/s320/18-06-08_1633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233269431877158226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today i would like to introduce  you with my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"SITI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; that i can considered a friend that always be there for me when i needed any help.. Even though i only met her for the last 4 moths, but i felt like we already be friend for ages.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Actually she is my senior at college from "Batch 17". But than she is on leave for 1 semester for her semester 7 studies. So she has to be transfered to my batch in order to complete her semester 7 studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At the first day she entered the class i just ignore her because i never talk with her before even though we are same religion and same college.. But than she try to get closer to me and trying to start a conversation. The first question she asked me is "whether is there anybody sit next to me or not in the class". And i answered rudely to her "Yes!" . Than during the lunch time she wanted to sit with me and we ate lunch together. But than i just kept quiet. As always i am a shy girl when i met new friends.  Than she started a  conversation with me. Can't remember what did we talked that day.. but i still remember that whenever she start talking i just kept quiet silently.  I think my shyness to talk with new friend is getting worse at that time.. Don't know how to describe.. as if i am talking to a guy that i really like.. but than she is a girl... how can become like this.. hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As the day gone by, i started to talk to her with confidently. And we started to study together and spent our free time together  if there is no class. Usually at afternoon i will go to her hostel room at condominium. And we do all sort of things together including talking all crap stuff.. Everyday before we go back to her house, we drop by at the stall that sell "Pisang Goreng" and "Keropok Lekor"... Usually we will buy some and ate on the way go back her house.. Got one day we both crave for keropok Lekor  and we bought a RM5 of "Keropok Lekor".. Damed a lot right??? Ya we ate all of them... Our stomach so full that afternoon.. After all finish we laugh loudly and say " We are the craziest human on earth!" ate 5 ringgit of Keropok Lekor at one time.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If i got any problem about my studies or other problem i will share with her everything but of course i am not sharing my private life with her. Scared she "spill the bean". Talking about my private life is nothing actually because i am single and still looking the right guy... hahahahah.. i am not as fussy as other girl when finding a right guy.. cause i don't have any specific criteria  about the  guy that i like to be with..  as long as he makes me happy  and we meant with each other it's enough... i am not the kind of girl that like to take  other people's boyfriend... only a cruel  and psycho girl will do that but not me... close this story about my private life ok???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My friend is a nice girl she is a "Kelantan Girl" for your info.. i had a lot of fun with her during our days at college.. talking crap stories .. cracking  joke's every time and of course make fun of each other.. hahhahaha... some time we get piss off with each other... but then we start to make fun of each other again... hahahahaha.. and the cycle goes on and on and on till the day took us apart which is on date of 9 . 08 . 2008 1 day after we finish our studies.. She had to back her hometown as i have to go back my home too.. things are not the same lately .. even though i still contact her by sms or call her but than it still not the same as it use to be before for the past 4 months. I wish that our friendship still stick together forever and ever till death took us apart... If you are reading this blog please forgive me if there anything wrong that i had done to you during our days at college o.k. Gonna miss you so much!!! Best friends forever.... :]  :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3604075773669398314-3081546817037470883?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/3081546817037470883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=3081546817037470883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/3081546817037470883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/3081546817037470883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-forever.html' title='.. Friends Forever ..'/><author><name>Syazana Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15236671428581678839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKL0hZ6AfLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyuTMkdFy5Q/s1600-R/24-06-08_1550.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SKBO0jzyxVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6D8rt4PtMg/s72-c/18-06-08_1633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604075773669398314.post-4403057409547605583</id><published>2008-08-10T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:25:50.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Finally i finish my Hotel Management Diploma..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SJ84bnjFffI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VUN83hEIZHc/s1600-h/gra..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SJ84bnjFffI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VUN83hEIZHc/s320/gra..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232963339151572466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SJ8mb4HCjrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mshmCK3irKg/s1600-h/08-08-08_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ru6YGJ2cX1c/SJ8mb4HCjrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mshmCK3irKg/s320/08-08-08_2158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232943552388042418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Siyan (China), Me(K.L) , Grace (Vietnam), Celine (Penang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;On the date of : 8. 08 . 2008 the day i finally  finished study for Diploma at "Genting Inti International College". Ironically it is the same day as the Olympic Game Opening Ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Gonna miss all the happy times and also the bad memories that i had face in GIIC during my studies. And not to forget gonna miss all my friend especially my friend from "Batch 18" that i close with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The last day that i am at the college are the most saddest day of my entire life. This is because i can't get away with all the happy memories that i have been done with all my friends at the college. If i had done anything wrong to you girl's and guy during our best time please forgive me. Please do keep in touch with me. Forget me not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;At night after my batch finish our final semester 7 which is on 8.08.2008 we had our last get together gathering. Even though the food was really awful which been cooked by "Ashwin" and " Mr Richard" but we had a lot of fun that night with all the music, the shouting that we make, and of course we did took lot's and lot's of picture together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Now i still had the felling of wake up early 7 am in the morning preparing to go to my classes which is started at 9 am. I wonder how i can overcome the felling of not going to classes for a while?? I guess i can't because i already used to it everyday. And also not to forget that every Thursday afternoon after my class i will climbed the hill to the bus stop ready to go back KL with my beg full of my dirty clothes ready to be washed at my house every week. Even though i don't wear so much clothes but it's still heavy to carry up the hil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I guess the most memorable time during my studies at the college is going for my internship at Golden Sand's Resort Peneng. Even though my internship is not a paid internship as other hotel offer but still it is fun doing internship there. No salary been given to me as a trainee but i did got lot's and lot's of tips from the hotel guests. The department that i have been given to be trained in is Fine Dinning for the 1st 2 months. After that i have been transfered to  "Front Office" department for only 1 month.  And after that one month i have been transfered to another department called "Housekeeping" again for 1 month. And the last 2 months of my internship i have be trained in "Room Service" department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This FnB outlet called "Room Service" is the most scariest  for a girl to be trained in. Usually every hotel's guy's will be working here but not girl. I guess at 1st day of my training at here i can feel the danger of serving the hotel guest the food to their room. But after the 1st day i can overcome my felling. And i did enjoy my working there. I tell you this, working in Room Service FnB outlet is the best. Can get lot's of tips. And also get a free food from the kitchen.. but make sure the FnB manager did not found out about this.... hahaha.. but it is fun.... every morning me and my friend (a trainee from UITM) will as the cold kitchen staff to give us some leftover cheese from the breakfast buffet line. And they gave us. Wanna know what we do with the cheese???? we took the cheese and put on a slice of bread and then put inside the small oven that they have in the room service. We make the cheese melt on the slice of bread and then we ate it .  It is a must for us every day around 10.30 am while we are working. Our Room Service Supervisor also ask us to do for him everyday. What kind of supervisor is he. hahaha.. Sometimes orders come to many at one time. Sometimes we need to send 3 or for order at one time if there is little staff here. But when it comes to Arab Seasons, they like to order room service food. They order a lot. And of course you can get lot's  of tips from the Arabic Guest. Lot's of happy memories that i have been missing here at room service.. what to do past is past.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The last good memories that is still fresh in my mind  is that me and my good friend in my batch working in the kitchen for the "Inti Camp". 1st time in my entire life me and my friends never get any pressure with the Chef. We all enjoying working.  Wake up early in the morning sleep late night. Even though i was tired that weekend but still worth it for the success of the event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Speaking of event, during my studies here we do have to conduct 2 events. 1st is before our internship. 2nd is after our internships. The 1st event that my group have to do is a set menu food or called (Table d'hote menu) the price is RM 25. The event theme is " Amazon Night" i guess still don't know is it the theme or what. But for sure it is has a connection with Jungle and the Anaconda snake.. my position for this event are " Sales and Marketing".... the event turn out to be a disaster.. this is because the chef who cooked the soup is not enough. It is suppose a Cream soup and because it is not enough my friend the chef who cooked the soup at more hot water to make it more and turnout to become a clear soup. which half the guest that come get to eat the cream soup and other guest get to eat the the clear soup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The second event that my group have to do is a buffet dinner... the theme is " One Night In Japan" also turnout to be a disaster. This time my position is a pastry chef... as for the dessert there is no problem about the dessert.. but as for the main course " Fried Tempura" my executive chef supposedly do a life cooking in front of the guest but eventually  she don't know how to fry the " Tempura" . As for this i can't speak a word about her.  I am so speechless at that time. The event already started suddenly she said i don't know how to mix the the tempura floor and also don't know how to fried it.. you know where she wanted to fried the Tempura?? she wanted to fry the tempura in a shallow skillet frying pan.. at that time i felt i wanted to laugh... but what to i also get scold because of her lack of knowledge about frying it... past is past... i as her kitchen team member should not laugh at her.. but still for her mistake other's kitchen staff get scold... try to forget this moment from now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i guess till this only i can write. maybe my next post is the continue of this college life stories...  wait till my next post ya.... sorry if what i write is not in order as the year pass by.. but still remember all those things .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604075773669398314-4403057409547605583?l=syazanarosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4403057409547605583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604075773669398314&amp;postID=4403057409547605583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/4403057409547605583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604075773669398314/posts/default/4403057409547605583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syazanarosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/finnaly-i-finish-my-hotel-management.html' title='.. 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