<?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-7543969438804342041</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:21:19.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGHT FOR MY RIGHT</title><subtitle type='html'>we are what we supposed to do...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-7851773166708902492</id><published>2009-04-18T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:52:47.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 9 : Reflection on General English 2 class as a whole</title><content type='html'>From my point of view General English(GE) 2 class is very interesting because there are no workload. I feel enjoy GE for every class session. Furthermore, the subject lecturer Madam Yaya always give us chance or option to do assignment. So, it make me easily do my work and submit on time. In addition, the lesson style is very different from other subject.So that, i never feel any pressure to settle the work given.Madam Yaya is very cool lecturer she always ask us to ask her if we do not understand the lesson.She always tolerate with her student especially with our assignment but the trust that she give to my friend and i do not mean that we could postpone our work and copy or do plagiarism.The most enjoyable moment is as we form group in order to do role play and the time we read each paragraph for the short story.I miss that time and wish it would happen again.Even what we practice is look like at school but she successfully manage to make us understand each chapter of the story.We do not only study about short story but also movie.Just imagine who will feel stress if get chance to watch movies with friend?Even it is not for often but it is the precious moment that strength the bond of our relationship.Ge is the unique subject.It is fun with the lecturer that always keep smiling all the time.She do not even show her unsatisfied feeling towards us.Overall, I hope that this is not the end part for us only but the other student also could get chance to feel such situation in the future.Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543969438804342041-7851773166708902492?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7851773166708902492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=7851773166708902492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/7851773166708902492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/7851773166708902492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/journal-entry-9-reflection-on-general.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 9 : Reflection on General English 2 class as a whole'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-2301961837092767739</id><published>2009-04-17T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:14:33.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 8: VICTORIA AND HER KIMONO</title><content type='html'>In the story Victoria and her Kimono tell about life between English teacher Albert Ramanan and her wife Vickneswari or called by his husband as Victoria. Ramanan always proud with Western cultures which contrasts with his wife that always practicing Tamil, English, Malay and expands skills to elementary spoken Japanese and enjoy Tamil film very much. Their opposite interest sometimes makes them fit with each other until one thing happen. The Japanese take place and administer Malaysia. At that time they want English Language teacher which en route to their death sentence. At last Vickneswari safe him from being punish by the Japanese soldier. She makes them impressed by wearing Kimono and speaks the Japanese Language. Because of that thing Ramanan had realize that he had underestimate his wife ability and because not listening to her that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543969438804342041-2301961837092767739?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2301961837092767739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=2301961837092767739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/2301961837092767739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/2301961837092767739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/journal-entry-8-victoria-and-her-kimono.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 8: VICTORIA AND HER KIMONO'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-2929274117073532560</id><published>2009-04-11T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:15:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 7: MALA</title><content type='html'>Based on the short story Mala by K.S Maniam, reveal about the issue of working women. Women will always be oppressing if they rely on somebody else especially men. About the main character of the story who is Mala, she was married with Sanker. Actually Sanker just want to take granted from Mala by working with him. Then, he does not need to pay much salary to her. Lucy also had mention to Mala that Sanker got ‘plenty customers’ and that’s why he married Mala. This is also clearly shows that Sanker had hidden agenda for his own sake. As for Lucy she just putting on her way through her job by obeys man or special customer to earn money for her life and also her son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543969438804342041-2929274117073532560?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/2929274117073532560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=2929274117073532560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/2929274117073532560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/2929274117073532560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/journal-entry-mala.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 7: MALA'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-4201003588305217209</id><published>2009-04-03T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:25:52.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543969438804342041-4201003588305217209?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/4201003588305217209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=4201003588305217209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/4201003588305217209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/4201003588305217209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-7518243993198075418</id><published>2009-03-27T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T07:46:24.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 6: TRAGEDY OF MY THIRD EYE</title><content type='html'>In the story The Tragedy of My Third Eye shows about poor little girl name Ping. She always be insult by the people surround her including her classmate, Linda’s father and her stepmother. The things that make me feel pity about the girl is when Linda’s father spit on her pinafore and make tease about her stepmother. Then, the way on how her  stepmother  treat her which is very cruel and not appropriate for the girl that age to be treated that way. The reality of the girl’s life is harder than what we feel. Those who are evil did not care about others feelings. I often think about the time for Ping to grow up and so that she can ran for her life from the dark time she ever face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543969438804342041-7518243993198075418?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/7518243993198075418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=7518243993198075418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/7518243993198075418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/7518243993198075418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-entry-6-tragedy-of-my-third-eye.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 6: TRAGEDY OF MY THIRD EYE'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-6942929247860963378</id><published>2009-03-20T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T03:35:48.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 5: THE HUNGRY GHOST</title><content type='html'>In the short story of The Hungry Ghost by Hwee Hwee Tan reflects about the similarities and differences of funeral in Islam and Buddhism. I strongly believe that we tend to follow the custom from our ancestors but we are easily get influence from something through our sight and what we believe is true. In Islamic the funeral is different from Buddhist in showing respect where in Islam someone dead will be buried as soon as possible whereas for the Buddhist the funeral will take long period. However, the similarities for both of the religious are having rituals during the funeral day. It’s for the dead person for peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543969438804342041-6942929247860963378?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/6942929247860963378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=6942929247860963378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/6942929247860963378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/6942929247860963378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-entry-5-hungry-ghost.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 5: THE HUNGRY GHOST'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-904706185883611710</id><published>2009-03-12T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:17:47.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 1: BUGIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the short story of Bugis written by Alfian Sa’at shows about the issue of pretending. As a human we need to pretend for various reasons. In the story the narrator speaks to herself the reason for the whole world has to pretend. Firstly, about Salmah that becoming very religious all of sudden. Then, the pondan and the Bangladeshi workers .The Bugis Street also have been seen pretending not to be the place it once was before. From my point of view in the story, the narrator also pretend even she looks as Salmah friend at last she expose about Salmah. In contrast, I often think what will be to human life without pretending. It will seem as unaccomplished.&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/7543969438804342041-904706185883611710?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/904706185883611710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=904706185883611710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/904706185883611710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/904706185883611710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-entry-1-bugis_4313.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 1: BUGIS'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-5253986009180286879</id><published>2009-03-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:17:08.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 2: THE INTERVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The interview is the short story written by Gopal Baratham reflects about war. In my opinion, the life during the war can create something that people rarely did. They tend to be grateful and feel enough for what they have had because of the situation and condition that time. Because of the war people are going to struggle in order to get back their belongings but some of them just wait and hope for the changes. At the end of the story the truth will reveal whereas the offence will get punishment. I have developed a different perspective from reading this story because it have its own value about that make it different from other story which indicate about how we get to know about war and it also mention about how well we appreciate the past thing.&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/7543969438804342041-5253986009180286879?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/5253986009180286879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=5253986009180286879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/5253986009180286879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/5253986009180286879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-entry-2-interview_9259.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 2: THE INTERVIEW'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-1431305181211075069</id><published>2009-03-12T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:16:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 3: THE INTERVIEW AND EMPIRE OF THE SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the stories of the interview and empire of the sun there are some similarities and differences in the element of theme. The similarity is the theme for both of the stories are war whereas for the differences it had been highlighted on how the story appears. In the story of The interview, the narrator use to interview Mr. Mason that experiencing war to know about the past story. The story is interesting which makes me feel curious to know what will happen next while in the Empire of the Sun story the theme of war is clearly shows because of the story reflect about the place and people conditions during the war. In addition, the title of the story can make people predict the theme of the story directly.&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/7543969438804342041-1431305181211075069?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/1431305181211075069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=1431305181211075069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/1431305181211075069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/1431305181211075069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-entry-3-interview-and-empire-of_2420.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 3: THE INTERVIEW AND EMPIRE OF THE SUN'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543969438804342041.post-3626555002444322049</id><published>2009-03-12T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:15:34.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNAL ENTRY 4: MARIAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Although the issue of polygamy in the story of Mariah sounds interesting I think that we need to face the reality of life. It is natural especially the feeling of love from man to woman and end with marriage. It had been highlighted in the story about the men in the village had ever fantasy about having second wives whereas the women wondered how Cik Yam could agree to share her husband love with Mariah. This shows differences perception towards the man and woman feelings and thought. It’s about someone who able to carry the responsibility because the polygamy is not easy as we thought. I strongly believe that feeling can get over everything. However, I wonder whether man could be fair to both wife or not if they do polygamy.&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/7543969438804342041-3626555002444322049?l=jianurfiza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/feeds/3626555002444322049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7543969438804342041&amp;postID=3626555002444322049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/3626555002444322049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7543969438804342041/posts/default/3626555002444322049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianurfiza.blogspot.com/2009/03/journal-entry-4-mariah_8759.html' title='JOURNAL ENTRY 4: MARIAH'/><author><name>JIA NUR FIZA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264026404713189798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BrgZkoZpsQk/SbkHp3CHMhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nwveOX6U35U/S220/Teddy+i+%2B+nick.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
