tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54832398897408606942009-10-23T11:13:08.337+13:00The story that i made in New Zealand; all the activities, travelling notes, functions, school, friends...everything about myself and my story.izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-73465333334824026692009-07-17T12:52:00.003+12:002009-07-17T13:04:58.659+12:00Netball practice is every Friday and maybe 2 times a week...<br /><br />I just practise netball with Kakak Undergrade because they don't have enough players..so I just played for them at practice only..<br />Every time I played I alway be Center..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Iam trying to catch..that ball that Kak Ju gave me<br /><br /><br />I always be in a yellow team any way which team is just the same...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227256430798258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/Sl_My5omJbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LHlJr96gY1M/s320/DSCF3980.JPG" border="0" /> <div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/Sl_MyrkoSAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-cnUPPEy6mE/s1600-h/DSCN5106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227252656064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/Sl_MyrkoSAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-cnUPPEy6mE/s320/DSCN5106.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-7346533333482402669?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-1003687377789443282009-07-14T13:03:00.003+12:002009-07-14T13:27:38.452+12:00<em><span style="color:#993399;">Yay finally it time for to go to Lollipop Playland with..aunty Shikin and family...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">I woke up early morning on 12th of July 2009 about 7:00am...I rush to the bathroom and get my self ready..I have my breakfast...yumm.. I jump on my green sofa..looking over the road if aunty shikin coming...and looking and looking...Finally aunty shikin were over the road...my mum send me to aunty shikin..........yay..! I run..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">When we reached there it was 9:11am...and Lollipop Playland opened at 9:30am...Farah was so exited shouting.."Yay Lollipop.."But that wasn' lucky enough.. So we went to Norman Ross..for 15 minutes...because Kak Yong want to buy a grill thing...because she gonna go back to Malaysia on August..I think.We have finished buy the stuff that Kak Yong want..so we jump on our car..and ride to the Lolllipop Playland..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">When we reached there ..Farah were lucky enough.. because all that she want she ge it..this is 1 thing...Lollipop Playland to open..and it did open so she was really exited...but so with me..hehhe but I don't want to show I was really exited</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">When we were in there it was really...fun..even thought we haven't try it...but we can see a look of it..I try to go on it with Farah and it was FUN..!!</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-100368737778944328?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-18545545129364828232009-02-25T16:31:00.009+13:002009-02-25T17:26:52.052+13:00<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTF0ulGMRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lGyfpuXoF90/s1600-h/DSCN4648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306583770596782354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTF0ulGMRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lGyfpuXoF90/s320/DSCN4648.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">On the 19th January 2009 my family and Uncle Ziad family went to South Island for 10 days.....</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Uncle Zabidi,Nureen,and Unc<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTDqhGRrrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/B053P4MnE6A/s1600-h/DSCN4656.JPG"></a>le Izat took us to<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTDqq1EDVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V4rp574hiCo/s1600-h/DSCN4654.JPG"></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTDq_wPu7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eTTB3Esl21I/s1600-h/DSCN4660.JPG"></a>the Palmerston North </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">International Airport.... after check in,</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#6600cc;">we waved to Uncle Zabidi,Nureen,and Uncle Izat and start walking towards the plane.</span><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaS95RpFWoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dTIZHqJ_Xco/s1600-h/DSCN4649.JPG"></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaS95RpFWoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dTIZHqJ_Xco/s1600-h/DSCN4649.JPG"></a></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTG8krNR0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3-uYmAMFVAc/s1600-h/DSCN4649.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306585004888639298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTG8krNR0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3-uYmAMFVAc/s320/DSCN4649.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaS95RpFWoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/dTIZHqJ_Xco/s1600-h/DSCN4649.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTHiTLfLNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sPSbU5QNVuw/s1600-h/DSCN4650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306585653027220690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaTHiTLfLNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sPSbU5QNVuw/s320/DSCN4650.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>babah is check in...<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaS_z_7Q7PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/D_gztrOHxUo/s1600-h/DSCN4651.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306577161003527410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SaS_z_7Q7PI/AAAAAAAAAFE/D_gztrOHxUo/s320/DSCN4651.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I put my sit belt on and the plane started to FLY!!!!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I looked down when it fly... and there were such a beautiful<br />scenery!!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The stewardess gave me a High School Musical magazine.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I've got a tea and a biscuit....</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Alsooooo...SWEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeT...Yummmy.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-1854554512936482823?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-60005460994626273082008-11-11T16:20:00.002+13:002008-11-11T16:44:05.389+13:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SRj_cxYmtMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G21Jx_bsX70/s1600-h/DSCF1587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267240633967752386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SRj_cxYmtMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G21Jx_bsX70/s320/DSCF1587.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>On the night of 12th October Sunday my dad was cutted the clam, and I and my mum were in the room, suddenly I heard my dad asked," get me a tissue." So I went over to the kitchen and my dad was putting his hand in the water to make the blood came off my dad skin. My mum gave tissue to my dad and my dad wipe the blood with the tissue. The next day my dad went to the clinic, and the doctor cutted my dad skin off. When the doctor cutted my dad skin off my dad said," aw! aw!" But my dad not cried. The doctor knitted my dad skin back. Next week the doctor going to take off the thing.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-6000546099462627308?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-19591020019117363582008-11-11T15:44:00.005+13:002008-11-11T16:17:56.906+13:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SRj5OTMoOaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BfEgjsvF42A/s1600-h/DSCF1699.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267233788276521378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SRj5OTMoOaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BfEgjsvF42A/s320/DSCF1699.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SRj5OJ0WLCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sfRhbYImDy0/s1600-h/DSCF1696.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267233785758755874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SRj5OJ0WLCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sfRhbYImDy0/s320/DSCF1696.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>This morning at 10:oopm I and my dad were taking mum to the Massey University and there is where my mum study. When we were on the way to Massey, my dad stopped the car near the letter and told mum to looked what was inside it. My mum took a yellow envolope,and my mum opened it and there was two kind of Tie Rack scarves recieved from Auntie Sue [ my mum and dad friend] One of theme are blue and another one is dark chocolate. Tie Rack product is very expensive scarf, the prize is RM 49.oo each. The scarves is made in Italy.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-1959102001911736358?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-75085964835067067622008-11-01T18:51:00.002+13:002008-11-01T19:17:49.787+13:00On 7.30am 1st november 2008 my dad woke me up from my bed... and said that we were going to the DickSmith grand sale..! So I woke up and took off my pyjamas, get my towel and I went straight away to the toilet...After I had my bath I wore fanky pants that my aunty at malaysia bought for me and I wore high school musicsl 2 t-shirt..Then we arrived<br /><br /><br /><br />When we were there I saw Batrisyia, she is 3 years old.. That is my mum friend daughter.<br /><br />My mum asked aunty Ila [ batrisyia's mum] if she can get a GPS docket for us. Because we are in the middle of the line... SO when it our turn to choose item that we want there is no more left GPS. So we asked for a Compaq laptop and there is just 9 left.. we got number 11..and GPS we got number 1... because my mum friend took it for us..<br /><br />After we had choose what we want we just wait until 8.30am..<br /><br /><br /><br />When we were in there my dad grabbed 1 hard disk that 500gb and My mum other friend Kak Sha took 1 hard disk for us. I grabbed 2 Free of charge green aliens..<br />Then my dad asked the dicksmith people for the GPS so he went and grabbed it for us..<br />Then we payed...at the counter we asked for the compaq laptop so she asked her friend to grabbed it.. When we had settle all the thing my mum read the word."<span style="color:#ffcc00;">If you bought item over 50 dollars you get 1c print photo. So we plan to print 100 photo just $1.00nzd. Because thelimit just 100 pieces or less than that."</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Then we went home..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-7508596483506706762?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-17260528913292323742008-09-24T18:01:00.003+12:002008-09-24T18:43:15.818+12:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SNnafZSwbOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/my69LvuJ28g/s1600-h/DSCF1260.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249467073577381090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SNnafZSwbOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/my69LvuJ28g/s320/DSCF1260.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>On Saturday we went to Morror Hall. We went there because we had invited from undergrate muslims people. When we had opened the ramadhan we ate dates, pizza's, weges,and more..</div><br /><div>We not allowed to eat rice because we had to pray first.. After they annouced we can eat rice I and my friends Nabila, Nureen, and I went and get a plate.. Then we sat down and eat on the ground.. When I tasted the chicken its yummy... Our special food that we had there is "Dalca" </div><br /><div>It was yummy..</div><br /><div>Then we had an ice cream.. ooo yummy</div> <br /><div></div><br /><div>They had a ceterficate to give to the student..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The presedent of the student is " Abang Ilya.."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-1726052891329232374?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-20359369154309079262008-09-12T19:15:00.005+12:002008-09-12T19:53:24.759+12:00<p><span style="color:#000099;">On 11th September we had a Working B preparing dinner for" Kenduri Berbuka". </span><span style="color:#000099;">We were cooking:</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"> </span></p><ul><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"> "Kurma Daging ala opah Habsah"</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">" Nasi minyak ala tomato"</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">" Jelatah"</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">" Karipap Tok n Wan Batrisyia"</span></div></li><li><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">"Agar2 bertingkat Auntie Sham"</span></div></li></ul><br /><span style="color:#000099;">We cooked for a hundread people at Massey Islamic Centre. </span><span style="color:#000099;">We have to cook 12kg rice and 20kg meat for "Kurma". </span><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">"Karipap" about hundread pieces. And it still got a flour. We didn't finish it because we didn't have enough the "Karipap"filling....</span></p><span style="color:#000099;">Pudding Auntie Sham: She made about 2 1/2 trays. She made 2 layers... It is milk and milo. My friend Nureen like it so.. much... That's why she made it.</span><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">It smell yummy... And I miss it so much..</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245035948227157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMocZ9A73BI/AAAAAAAAADU/3hwlnZDhIqg/s320/DSCN3964.JPG" border="0" /> <p></p><p align="center">Chef Diva Opah Habsah all the way from Parit, Perak....</p><br /><p></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SModJhKNFNI/AAAAAAAAADc/wektmIYZCpk/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245036765383562450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SModJhKNFNI/AAAAAAAAADc/wektmIYZCpk/s320/DSCN3976.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SModJhKNFNI/AAAAAAAAADc/wektmIYZCpk/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p>Babah, Uncle Ziad and Uncle Khairul (three stooges....sous chef) busy cooking "Nasi Minyak Ala Tomato....."</p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMoeHL_fQ0I/AAAAAAAAADk/tz5rtvOs2Kw/s1600-h/DSCN3977.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245037824853361474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMoeHL_fQ0I/AAAAAAAAADk/tz5rtvOs2Kw/s320/DSCN3977.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SModJhKNFNI/AAAAAAAAADc/wektmIYZCpk/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SModJhKNFNI/AAAAAAAAADc/wektmIYZCpk/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"></a><br /><br /><p><br /></p>and Me...can't wait till "berbuka....."<br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000099;"></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SModJhKNFNI/AAAAAAAAADc/wektmIYZCpk/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-2035936915430907926?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-21798614145415380872008-09-01T19:25:00.005+12:002008-09-01T19:33:51.901+12:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Happy Ramadhan for all of you who are muslims. I bet who been looking at my blog is muslims. </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">I hope all of you fasting in 1 month.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">We fasting at 2th September. </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Play with the fireworks nicely.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">I hope you not tell me that you play fireworks.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">HAPPY RAMADHAN!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-2179861414541538087?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-67434750707349217222008-08-29T18:24:00.003+12:002008-09-01T19:24:08.984+12:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">On 29th August 2008 it is Daffodills Day. Daffodill is the flower. At the Daffodills Day we sell the Daffodills flowers, because who bought the flowers, have to paid for $3.50 or $6.00.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">And the money will give to the people who had cancer. It call Cancer Society. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">So at that day I bought the Daffodills fact flowers. When it came wind it go aroun and around.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </p><p><br /></p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-6743475070734921722?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-81880782952487095262008-08-23T15:45:00.003+12:002008-08-29T18:08:03.830+12:00<span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">On 9th August 2008 my family and my mum friends went to LowerHutt shopping centre. My dad said LowerHutt shopping centre is the big shopping centre in the New Zealand. It couldn't be more larger than Malaysia shopping centre. Its just double storey. But it have Warehouse and Woolworth in it. We eat at Nando's. We odered a HUGE family set. It have chicken nib, chicken wings, rice , and a fried frice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">After we ate all of that we felt full. So I plan," how about we go to the Warehouse." My mum retort," I want to go to rest room." Then we all go to our own part where we want to. My dad said," I want to go to the toilet." So I and my mum friend went to the staionary part.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-8188078295248709526?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-48645593778769891402008-08-09T13:28:00.003+12:002008-09-12T20:21:00.556+12:00<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMok4NWJHOI/AAAAAAAAADs/SXV_CqvocBs/s1600-h/DSCN3267.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245045264100170978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMok4NWJHOI/AAAAAAAAADs/SXV_CqvocBs/s320/DSCN3267.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)">Last year 2007 we went to the Wind farm. In there we can see the thing that look like the fan.<br />But it go so fast around and around.. It EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.. At that time it was summer so its not quiet cold.. I brought my scooter and that time a really don't wanted to took a pictures because i busy playing with my scooter. But one time my mum catch me and said,"lets take a pictures..." Then I retort," I don't want to.." When I take my pictures i close my eyes. My dad said,"1 more! because you close your eyes!. 1..2..3 done!" I yelled,"yeah..! yeah!!." The my dad look at his watch and said,"its 5.00 o'clock.. let's go.." Then we went back.. before we went back my mum took a video of my dad and i.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMoldNJv8eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jb8ar9_0Obs/s1600-h/DSCN3275.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245045899703349730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMoldNJv8eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jb8ar9_0Obs/s320/DSCN3275.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMoldNJv8eI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Jb8ar9_0Obs/s1600-h/DSCN3275.jpg"></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)">Hot time! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Fun time to go at!</span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"></span></div><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMomHO8VQBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ORvRFOXY8lI/s1600-h/DSCN3278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245046621738450962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SMomHO8VQBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ORvRFOXY8lI/s320/DSCN3278.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-4864559377876989140?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-53151854765509753592008-08-09T13:13:00.004+12:002008-08-09T13:24:08.661+12:00<span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />On 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> July 2008 I celebrate my birthday.. But my birthday is actually on 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:130%;"> July..<br />We celebrate my birthday early is because my birthday is on Wednesday..<br />When it was my birthday a hail is falling down.. and it was beautiful..<br />My cake is Strawberry shortcake and it is pink.. My friends mum called Auntie Linda and Auntie Sham brought for me a cake.. But i didn't taste it. I was so NERVOUS to opened my present. Then i got to opened my present. When I opened it I got 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bratz</span> file, littlest pet shop file, diaries,music chair,shirt,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hannah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">montana</span> story book,scrapbook,and but not too least from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Zura</span>. She gave me a nice shirt..<br /><br />That all from my mum friends and my friend...<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-5315185476550975359?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-60204824908159186722008-08-08T16:13:00.005+12:002008-08-09T13:27:17.764+12:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">When we were arrived we can see..<br /><br /> lots of nice scenery.... A long the journey I can see a sheep didn't move... We<br /><br />thought that were the sheep died... If you see it you properly said that were died.<br /><br />When we were going there we just see about..... ten or fifteen cars..... But when I was<br /><br />there I see lots of people. They like to travel by an aeroplane because the don't like to<br /><br />drove a car.. But I do.. like to travel by car.. because we can take a nice pictures and<br /><br />also... stop anywhere we want.. If we drove a car we can also thing lots of different<br /><br />thing and it would make lots special thing in our life.. But you never going to see any<br /><br />shop in the highway.. Not like Malaysia... We have to bring our on lunch,dinner,or..<br /><br />anything you need.. I can see a grass is rolling by the farmer people and they leave it.<br /><br />From our car we also can see the highest mount and sometimes we can see people<br /><br />their.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-6020482490815918672?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-3622370801874813482008-07-19T09:57:00.003+12:002008-12-12T05:58:09.052+13:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SIEXLpIRktI/AAAAAAAAACk/VKJHsXTSZxE/s1600-h/pukeko.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482531513045714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SIEXLpIRktI/AAAAAAAAACk/VKJHsXTSZxE/s320/pukeko.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SIEXL01b6EI/AAAAAAAAACs/M2F6PLpOMu4/s1600-h/mtbruce.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224482534655256642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SIEXL01b6EI/AAAAAAAAACs/M2F6PLpOMu4/s320/mtbruce.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Last year 2007 my school had a trip to Mt. Bruce. Mt. Bruce is the wild animals places..Its took us 1 hour and 30 mnts .... We went to Ell place and the Mt.Bruce people said,"choose someone of your children to help me give an Ell eat.. So the techers choose my friend called georgena. She is 10 or 11 or 9 </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">years old.. When the Mt.Bruce people opened an Ell foods we all said,"yukkkk!" The Mt.Bruce people said,'it yummy for an Ell." Then he took a spoon and put it in the pool.. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When we went to kiwi place its dark.. All of people said,"who are you.I didn't see you.. its too </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">dark.. At the camera is the girls kiwi.. We can see lots of kiwi eggs.. It big and oval. in it have kiwi friends,sister,or brother.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">We went to pukeko places.. Pukeko is like a chicken..but its didn't have a sounds like a chicken. Pukeko colour is blue, red,and black. When we were there pukeko felt tasty so pukeko went to their water place and have a drink. But 2 monts ago one of pukeko friends had died.. because their friends is to old.. It have in the news paper.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-362237080187481348?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-52148425372880282332008-07-14T10:03:00.000+12:002008-12-12T05:58:10.118+13:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq0jlCQA3I/AAAAAAAAACE/CscKrZXSvbg/s1600-h/DSCF0819.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222685241219482482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq0jlCQA3I/AAAAAAAAACE/CscKrZXSvbg/s320/DSCF0819.JPG" border="0" /></a> ~<span style="color:#ff6666;">SNOW ANGEL</span>~<br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">On 13 July 2008 my family, Uncle Yazreen family, Uncle Khairul family, Uncle Shaifudin family, </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Kak Sha, Kak Yuni, Auntie Ruzita and, a bachelor man called Amri went to Mount Ruepehu. When we at </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Mt. Ruepehu we have to wait for 10 second because the carpark is full. I saw lots of cars came down </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">and.. the man who tell us the carpark full said,"15 cars only can come in". So we are the 5th or 6th or something that not until 15.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq0ivIc5gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kQYuT2rN6Zs/s1600-h/DSCF0812.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222685226749978114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq0ivIc5gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kQYuT2rN6Zs/s320/DSCF0812.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq4JbINIMI/AAAAAAAAACM/ORHu7Vdbu1c/s1600-h/DSCF0804.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222689189930016962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq4JbINIMI/AAAAAAAAACM/ORHu7Vdbu1c/s320/DSCF0804.JPG" border="0" /></a> ~<span style="color:#330099;">Daddy's Angels</span>~<br /><br />When I saw a white thing I ran to it and threw a snow at Afrina and Nabila. They threw at me back and we all split into a bus.Then we went to the scary thing called gondolla and I was scared because it have</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">to be fast. It could make children fell off and get hurt. I don't wanted looked at down because it make me screamed. When we at the Happy Valley we saw people were skiing,sliding, and skating. We also saw people went to the higher mt with gondolla. I slide down with my board. It was fun.<br /><p align="justify"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222681681514164082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHqxUYGXb3I/AAAAAAAAABk/JMtjXHpDvXw/s320/DSCF0779.JPG" width="160" border="0" /><br /></p><p align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222681684540679666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHqxUjX8ZfI/AAAAAAAAABs/vQAUWp06p3c/s320/DSCF0783.JPG" width="320" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222681673864448690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHqxT7miCrI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZsiiBLqmA3g/s320/DSCF0789.JPG" width="162" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><div align="left">Then we have a race making a snowman [ Women and Man were Racing make a snowman] At last the women's one is so beautiful. We put my scarf and Kak Yuni's hat. It was beautiful. The man's one like a "Busut". They don't have an eyes. They put glove, jacket and hat.</span> </div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq0jPzjEWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cw6aH4j7H2E/s1600-h/DSCF0827.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222685235520672098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHq0jPzjEWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cw6aH4j7H2E/s320/DSCF0827.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-5214842537288028233?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483239889740860694.post-56003077471562600582008-07-07T19:00:00.003+12:002008-12-12T05:58:10.555+13:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHNDDv9RRPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Rou4-B88KKY/s1600-h/DSCN3843.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220590124744656114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="263" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHNDDv9RRPI/AAAAAAAAABI/Rou4-B88KKY/s320/DSCN3843.JPG" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220590128743584658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ilITI3S9vzc/SHNDD-2sE5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/J5PyKnO0psI/s320/DSCF0732.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">On July 5, 2008, Palmerston North had snow. But it not too thick it just like an ice. They called it hail.<br /><br />So my friends Nabila and Nureen were playing snow fight. I threw at Nabila and Nabila<br /><br />threw at me until an ice is in my mouth. I speed it out and said,”yukkk!” We stopped and have<br /><br />a rest in front of Nureen's house. I was playing with a snow and I just heard what they said.<br /><br />Nabila said,” today is Izzati’s bithday and today we have an ice. So it funs when Izzati’s birthday.”<br /><br />Nureen started threw an ice at me and I threw back at her. I said,” how about we run and make<br /><br />it warm”. Nureen agreed with me so we all ran as fast as we can. I was the last person. We can’t<br /><br />ran faster because our jacket is like a giant. We ran back to my house and ran in our own places.<br /><br />But we still can’t ran faster because our jacket is like a giant. We tried to make a snowman but<br /><br />we didn't have enough ice. We getting bored and bored so we make a snow ball. But it can’t<br /><br />circle properly. But we just not care with it and we just threw to each others. It was 3 or 7 degrees<br /><br />but we don’t care we just played outside. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Written by Izzati</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5483239889740860694-5600307747156260058?l=izzati99.blogspot.com'/></div>izzati.nzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02752732756378117640noreply@blogger.com0