<?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-536358223636165989</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:35:18.299+10:00</updated><title type='text'>simple things in life make you happy</title><subtitle type='html'>ever tried reading a girl's diary? this is not one</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1803572011669739680</id><published>2011-04-24T21:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:52:02.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back (?)</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought my blog page is long gone, it's still here. My first thought however was, 'Do people still blog these days? Maybe they prefer Facebook/Twitter/Tumblr or other online social networking site.' I'm not a big fan of those myself. I don't find it amusing to read people's thoughts that change every 5 minutes or if they are in a relationship and then single again the next day. I really don't care people. But it can be good if really know what to look for. As always, there's good and bad for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the 'drought' blog posts may be due to a couple of reasons. I was busy (really?), I don't know what to write about, I'm too lazy to write, etc. But I guess the main reason was I kinda lost my love towards writing. Which is totally not ideal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm the kind of person who thinks and feels a lot. A LOT. Especially when I'm alone. Most of the things that I think about or feel or, not good. Was becoming a bit of a sour puss, this girl. Not trying to say that I'm depressed or anything, but I do feel like so. Is that part of growing up or was it just hormones? What ever it is, I need to give a slap to myself and not be that kind of person anymore. I"m worrying people that I love and I'm scared of them running away from me because I'm acting like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still in healing process, hence the bitterness. But not everything is about you, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you are down, reflect on what the happiness that surrounds you and be thankful. There are other people in this world that would give up anything to be in your shoes right now. So, cheer up. It's not the end of the world. Mope around a little but then get back up and put a smile on your face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about your feelings. Tell someone about it. Someone that you feel comfortable with and trust. But don't just talk. Listen to what the person have to say. It might not be the best advice in the world but just listen. It will make you feel that you're not alone and there's also someone who will be there for you no matter what. Family, friends, loved one. Heck, even your pets can be your listener. Whoever it is, hear what the person has to say. You must be able to receive feedbacks/critics/advice with open heart. And try to make a change for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the last one, but should be the first one. Pray to God. He knows everything, without needing you to lay out the story one by one. But don't just ask for happiness/serenity etc, but try to look for it. Wordings of Quran is more than just what it is translated. Try to understand it and ponder it from a different point of view. Take a lesson from it to improve yourself. Remember, Allah is always with you. If you think you are going through a hardship/life crisis, it means that He loves you and He wants to test your faith. Never give up on yourself or anything for that matter. And most importantly, don't ever give up on Him. Nauzubillah. count your blessings and be wise. Don't dread on what you don't have today but be grateful for what you already have. Everything happens for a reason. Always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope this post helps you as it helps me. It's kinda like giving myself a pep talk. Very therapeutic indeed. Till then, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1803572011669739680?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1803572011669739680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1803572011669739680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1803572011669739680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1803572011669739680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back (?)'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7173665264014334765</id><published>2010-08-20T11:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:01:11.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>It’s been a week of Ramadhan now. So far, so good here, alhamdulillah. A pretty productive month for me. Not have to think about lunch during class and all, it’s convenient. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam-macam mana pun, puasa kat Malaysia mesti lah lagi awesome. Rindu sangat nak pergi bazaar ramadhan. =(  Tapi kat sini pun ada jugak, on weekends. Not bad at all ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two days, Sharifah Jenna Rida was born. Congratulations to my brother and his wife. Congratulations to us all. A new addition to the small yet very loving family. Really can’t wait to back for summer and meet her. The day that I got the news, I was very happy indeed. Very happy. I’m not sure why but I guess my heart knew why. I’m grateful for His blessings to our family. Semua yang berlaku ada hikmahnya, betul? Insyaallah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya tahun ni macam mana? Raya kat sini dengan kawan-kawan. I must say, I’m pretty excited. Don’t know why but I don’t feel that much of a difference. Just as long as I’m not alone during Eid. It’s going to be simple yet joyous. We’ll make use of whatever we have and make a full use of it to make ourselves feel ‘at home’ because home is where the family is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, make full use of this full of barakah month and I hope that everybody is in good health and surrounded by their loved ones. Take care and God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/TG3hiQvyiyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xuzl9kzvVew/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/TG3hiQvyiyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xuzl9kzvVew/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507305898071198498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Sharifah Jenna Rida Syed Mohsin Al-Mohdzar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7173665264014334765?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7173665264014334765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7173665264014334765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7173665264014334765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7173665264014334765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2010/08/salam-ramadhan.html' title='Salam Ramadhan'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/TG3hiQvyiyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Xuzl9kzvVew/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1981075752937856229</id><published>2010-07-02T18:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:43:45.219+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik kampung</title><content type='html'>Here’s a tribute entry to a friend of mine who still reads my blog. You know who you are. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I first arrived in Kota Bharu last Friday, I feel weird. I don’t know why but I really feel out of place. It’s like KB is not my home anymore. I don’t even know where home is right now. My cousins picked us up at the airport and took us to my grandma’s house. That felt weird too. Sleeping in other people’s bed (uncle’s bed to be exact) was weird. There was also a strange feeling inside of me, knowing that I use to have a place in KB where I proudly call it home. The place is still there but it’s not the same anymore. It’s just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the trip would be dull and sad, relatives and friends came to the rescue. Not forgetting the local food of Kelantan. A small get together with my best friends since primary school made me feel at home again. Spending time with my cousins made me feel like I belong. Wondering around my grandma’s house made me like a kid again. All of these changed the way I felt and I started to enjoy the trip more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I met my friends Saturday morning. Only God knows how much I love and care for them. Even though it was just the three of us, it was fun. Catching up and hanging out like old times. Gosh, I miss the old days. Then that evening, I picked some ‘jambu air’ from the tree in front of grandma’s house and had a wonderful ‘colek’ session with the girls. Sedak do’oh nah! ☺ Later that night, we went to Wakaf Che Yeh to check out the pasar borong. It was awesome. The atmosphere was truly original. It was a warm night and being in a bustling crowd made it even warmer. But no sticky-sweaty feeling could stop me from going from one stall to another. Dikir barat songs were blasted in the background together with the shouting of sellers to attract shoppers to their stalls. I would never ask for a more classic environment of the famous pasar borong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next day, my friends and I went to our former teachers’ houses. It was good to see them again. Felt like I was in primary school again. We talked about the present, they asked us about future (kerja and kahwin, haha) and we were reminiscing about the good old days. Catching up session had never been more fun. The biggest news that we got was that one of our seniors/old friends is married and has a kid. Never thought that he would be the first one. He had a reputation of being ‘the guy’ back in school days and was fooling around with a lot of girls. When I first heard from my teacher that he’s married, I choked on tea. That’s how surprised I was. Hope he’s happy now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The final day in KB started with a nice breakfast at the infamous Kak Wok. Eating nasi berlauk there felt like heaven. Having it with good company made it even better. Thanks Aiman and Mimi. Love you guys so much! =) Then a bowling session with my cousins ended the trip beautifully (eventhough the game was not..haha).  A little bit of shopping and it was complete. May I say, the trip that I doubted to be fun earlier was really fun indeed. Thanks to my loving relatives and awesome friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, timah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1981075752937856229?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1981075752937856229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1981075752937856229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1981075752937856229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1981075752937856229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2010/07/balik-kampung.html' title='Balik kampung'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-6713457083014496821</id><published>2009-11-07T18:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:46:49.127+10:00</updated><title type='text'>check your breasts</title><content type='html'>Every woman in a population in this world has a 10% chance on getting breast cancer. Any history of the disease within the family can increase the risk percentage in two-folds or more. Being a woman and having the family history of the disease, I went to the doctor for a breast check. Correct technique to do Breast-Self Exam (BSE) was shown and the doctor advised to do BSE every month after menstruation cycle ends. A few days after the check up, I lost my idol, my hero, my love; Puan Aziah Mohamed Yusoff. Yes, it was a very sad moment but life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was one of the few women who were defeated by cancer, but there are survivors out there. So there are chances of getting cured if you or anyone you one are affected by breast cancer. Early detection is the most important step to curb the disease and BSE is one of the ways to do it. It’s cheap and easy. So girls, do your own BSE. Guys, tell your mothers, sisters, aunties, girlfriends and other women that you know out there. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.breastcancer.org"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; for more info. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-6713457083014496821?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6713457083014496821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=6713457083014496821&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/6713457083014496821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/6713457083014496821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-woman-in-population-in-this-world.html' title='check your breasts'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-2599874536042640242</id><published>2009-09-18T10:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:57:45.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Puasa dan Raya</title><content type='html'>rasa berzaman da tak update benda alah ni. yelah, nak bagi alsan busy je tak bolah jugak sebab memang sebenarnya sangat lah malas. bukan ape, tak tahu nak tulis pasal apa pun. sekarang ni, stuck kat libray. konon nak buat keje tapi kalo otak da kat malaysia, memang susah la. yes people, I'm going back to Malaysia for raya!!! aduhai, sangat la gembira tak terkata-kata. terpaksa ponteng kelas a week, bukan nak, tp terpaksa, nak buat macam mana kn? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puasa so far sangat seronok kat sini, alhamdulillah. bila fikir balik, senang sebenarnya kalo puasa time kelas. x payah susah2 nak fikir nak makan ape time lunch. pastu after terawih boleh terus lepak library sampai midnight. boleh dikatakan, bulan puasa ni bwt saya rajin dalam pelbagai aspek. berkat bulan puasa kn? alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi sedih jugak sebab tak dapat raya dengan kawan-kawan tahun ni. last year, raya macam da kat malaysia, minus family members. bunga api ada, sembahyang raya, open houses, siap lengkap semua. makanan pon cukup lengkap. siap first time makan lemang lagi. yela, kat kelantan mana ada lemang. kira ok la, boleh jugak rasa. ouh, tapi x de duit raya la jugak. tapi xpe. tahun ni ada. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila buka kat surau uni, seronok dapat tengok muslim from other countries. yela, bahasa da lain. cara sembahyang pon berbeza. macam2 dapat belajar. adat lagi la lain. pastu dapat cuba makanan negara lain. tapi kalo orang arab yang masak, memang nasi kambing la. ada sekali tu, 3 malam berturut-turut buka dengan nasi kambing. rasa da nak jd kambing da. tapi xpe, bersyukur sebab ada orang yang sudi nak sumbangkan iftar untuk semua. terima kasih. only Allah ccan repay your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila puasa da nak habis ni, rasa rindu la plak. berbuka dengan kawan2, kumpul kar surau, terawih sama2. tp xpe, tahun depan masih ada. insyaallah. semoga ramadhan tahun ini telah membawa berkat kepada anda semua. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, last two days saya telah berjaya membuat onde-onde dengan berjayanya. haha. bangga plak. bukan ape, first time buat kuih tradisional, pastu resipi pon kawan bagitau secara lisan je. jadi ingat2 lupa je la masa buat tu. tp akhirnya jadi, alhamdulillah. pastu bila bagi kawan2 mkn, diorg cakap sedap. hehe. terima kasih. insyaallah nti saya buat lagi. ada gambar tp dlm camera. nti ble ingt, saya upload k? macam la ada org nak tgk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raya kat malaysia dengan kat sini sgt berbeza. tp both ada keistimewaan masing-masing. frankly speaking, i don't mind if i have to celebrate eid here. because even if the place is far away from home and your family, but if you have a place that you can call home and friends that are like your family, you wouldn't even feel the difference. so, mana-mana pon sama sahaja. bukannya x ingat kat family pon ble raya. lepas tu, kalo xde makanan macam kt malaysia pon, bukannya x boleh raya pon. pastu kalo nak sgt, pakat la dengan kawan-kawan buat sndr, lg seronok. make do of what you have rather than begging for what you don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, di kesempatan ini, saya ingin mengucapkan Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri kepada semua. kepada yang berada di perantauan, semoga hari raya anda lebih bermakana di samping kawan-kawan. kepada yang beraya bersama keluarga, be grateful that you get the chance and don't waste it. sebab kepada kami disini, itu yang kami semua mahu.&lt;br /&gt;jaga diri dan have fun guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-2599874536042640242?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2599874536042640242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=2599874536042640242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2599874536042640242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2599874536042640242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/09/puasa-dan-raya.html' title='Puasa dan Raya'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1014601434808394681</id><published>2009-08-16T18:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:09:02.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka and Puasa</title><content type='html'>One of the reasons I seldom update my blog is that I have no ideas what to write about. That is besides I’m lazy to write. Not that there’s nothing happening in my life. Maybe too much stuff is happening, keeping me away from my blog. I don’t even have the time to check my own blog site, let alone other people’s blog. I’m not surprised if one day my blog site would just vanish. Maybe I won’t even notice that it’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night was a night to remember. There’s still two weeks before ‘Merdeka’ but MASCA QLD managed to organize a wonderful event. The production ‘Kekasih Semalam’ was, may I say, super duper freakin’ AWESOME!! Not because I was apart of it, but that’s the truth. We spent 2 months, day and night practising for the show. The amazing part was, most of us never have been involved in a play before. The experience and the stuff that I’ve learnt are priceless. Thank you to everybody who has been working hard for the event. Hopefully, there will be another one next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check. Uni is going well so far. Although I missed a week of classes due to ‘extreme’ coughing, catching up is made easy thanks to Lectopia. That’s why I love my uni so much. =)&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan will be coming next week. I must say, I am excited. Last year was a wonderful fasting month and Raya. So I’m looking forward to this year’s celebrations for both fasting and Eid month. May Allah give us all blessings and the strength to go through the holy month of Ramadan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go now. When will be the next entry? I don’t know. That is if there will be any. Take care people. And Selamat Berpuasa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1014601434808394681?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1014601434808394681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1014601434808394681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1014601434808394681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1014601434808394681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka-and-puasa.html' title='Merdeka and Puasa'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-6002844830253391007</id><published>2009-06-20T00:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:23:01.550+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hello</title><content type='html'>apa khabar orang kampung? tok ketua sihat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it's been 4 weeks since my last entry. not that anybody was waiting for any new ones. except for ika =). so this goes to ika dearest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams week is definitely killing everybody! zombies, coffee drinkers, redbull addicts (mother for me!) and instant geeks are suddenly everywhere. i have another paper to go and im done. but as for tonight, i'm taking a break after 3 i-tot-i-can-do-it-but-i-was-oh-so-wrong papers, went to 200 sir fred and showed my ping pong moves. more likes moves for missing the ball. haha. macam arcade da kt bwh rumah diorg. tp sgt best!! bila la diorg nk letak sofa kt bwh tu ye? (hint:amik2 la sofa ni korg) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before SWOTVAC, i had the best birthday ever. make that 2 days of birthday. they planned a surprise party at home while i was out shopping. of course i didn't expect anything because it was not my birthday yet. haha. but i guess a day before counts. it was awesome! thanks again people!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, the gifts. ouh, the flowers were just gorgeous!! heart the roses&lt;br /&gt;and the 'tiger'. go go tiger! haha. and the wallet and the cool shoes, tp size kecik =( . tp xpe. hehe. thnx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the initial plan was still on. max brenner! ouh, i fell in love with max brenner since i first tried it in sydney. and now, it's in gold coast, i'll go when i need a gateway to paradise. and after we all got drunk by chocolate, a spontaneous stop at surfers paradise, thanks to somebody shouting,'laser gun jom?!'. so we ended up delaying up to 4 hours for our trip back to brisbane. laser gun, dance dance revolution, and oporto. it was unexpected in a fun way! i just love it. a million thanks to you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, less than a week to go back home. yay! can't wait. ouh Dr Karen, please let me answer maths paper with ease. i need to go back happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-6002844830253391007?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6002844830253391007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=6002844830253391007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/6002844830253391007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/6002844830253391007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-hello.html' title='hello hello'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7483492370619267661</id><published>2009-05-15T20:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:55:06.329+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Always in my heart</title><content type='html'>I was reading the blogs from the usual people tonight. I read Lyla’s and Fara Asma’s latest entry and I would be lying if both of the entries didn’t touch my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lyla, I’m sorry for your loss. Al-Fatihah to your beloved cousin dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fara, I know how you feel. Just stay strong ok? Al-Fatihah to your dearest papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing somebody that I really love is the thing that I fear the most. Especially when I’m not there. I wouldn’t want that to happen, I pray that it wont happen that way. Even if it is fated that I lose the person that I dear the most, give me another chance to at least meet the person face to face for one last time. Yes, I know that I’m not in control with things happening, and I do accept the fact that it happened, but that’s all I wish for. To meet the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This June would make it 16 years. That’s a very long time. But I won’t forget his presence in my life, even though it was only for a little while. Yes, I only have a few memories with him but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love him. I do love him, and I learn a lot about his life after he’s gone. We still talk about him like he’s still with us. That’s why he’s still in our hearts no matter how old we are, where we go and what we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that this winter would not be last time that I get to see her. Please… I’m begging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah to the beloved people that we’ve lost. They’re in good hands. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7483492370619267661?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7483492370619267661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7483492370619267661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7483492370619267661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7483492370619267661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-in-my-heart.html' title='Always in my heart'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7531326614647598611</id><published>2009-05-06T21:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:08:55.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s week 9 of uni. 4 more weeks left and the finals will be in front of my face. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren’t going so great. Things are going great.&lt;br /&gt;With assignments and projects, I thought my hands are full. But who could resist to go out with your buddies for movies and ‘lepak’ing?&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada mamak, 3 monkeys pon jadi la. Macam la selalu lepak mamak. Poyo je Timah ni. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SgF8-MUFwBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VJptQDyRGnc/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SgF8-MUFwBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VJptQDyRGnc/s320/DSC03958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332680841682599954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m looking forward for next weekend. Maybe it’s going to be the last weekend to get together before we immersing our faces in books and lecture notes. Blergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I want to shout “Happy 19th Birthday” to my sister, Tijah. Have a lovely birthday with your friends over there. You’ll get your present when we see each other in KB. Can’t wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3152_1169085907723_1245236706_465214_844853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs027.snc1/3152_1169085907723_1245236706_465214_844853_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7531326614647598611?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7531326614647598611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7531326614647598611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7531326614647598611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7531326614647598611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-week-9-of-uni.html' title=''/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SgF8-MUFwBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VJptQDyRGnc/s72-c/DSC03958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1722388437518988495</id><published>2009-04-21T07:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:58:26.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind your own business</title><content type='html'>This entry may sound rude or harsh but that’s just the way it’s going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ada jenis manusia yang memang tak boleh tengok orang lain hidup tenang? Ada je benda manusia-manusia jenis macam ni nak cakap pasal orang lain kan? Tuduh orang lain macam-macam, buat cerita tak betol, pastu sebar dekat orang lain. Mungkin mereka dah bosan sangat dengan kehidupan mereka yang tiada kehidupan. Mungkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on. Why do you even have say anything about it? You just can’t accept the fact that some people deserve to be happy. You can’t be the only who’s happy in this world. Did anybody say anything about you the way you say it to me? NO! So, back off and leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam dah bagus sangat ek? Rasa macam ko da boleh ubah kehidupan seseorang, jadi ko la manusia paling bagus? Kalau tak tahu cerita sebenar, jangan nak bising tuduh orang bukan-bukan. Tak tahu ke tuduh benda tak betol tu berdosa? Aku tak penah peduli pon pasal ko, apsal ko nak peduli pasal aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know you that well and vice versa. Maybe you were just trying to back your friend up but guess what, I don’t care anymore. It’s my life so I have all the rights to make it better for myself. What you say won’t change anything. And if you decided to spread the words like the way you see it, go ahead. See if I care.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1722388437518988495?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1722388437518988495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1722388437518988495&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1722388437518988495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1722388437518988495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/04/mind-your-own-business.html' title='Mind your own business'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8532058995960272200</id><published>2009-04-10T16:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:49:27.038+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny eggs</title><content type='html'>Easter break starts today. &lt;br /&gt;And what did I do the whole day? Catching up with my sleep. Lots of it. &lt;br /&gt;I really need it. The last few days were terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Got a really bad shocking news from home, got lousy results for quiz, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Really feels like I'm at the bottom of the my wheel of life right now. &lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, I have to suck it in. &lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, no matter what kind of shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;Cause shit do happen. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm praying for the best.&lt;br /&gt;He knows best and I have to agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;You win some, you loose some.&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think that there's no way that it would happen in your life, there it is in front of your face, when you least expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;So, be ready for just about anything. Accept it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney is waiting. I'll see you Amirah Zayanah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8532058995960272200?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8532058995960272200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=8532058995960272200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8532058995960272200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8532058995960272200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/04/bunny-eggs.html' title='bunny eggs'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4249763429501576849</id><published>2009-03-23T21:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:47:28.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>so far so good</title><content type='html'>A lot has been going on since I got back here. Up till now, every weekend is filled with fun stuff with the people I love so much. It’s only been a month but maybe after the Easter break; everybody would be busy which means less outing. But I still have Lia and Bean. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s a few stuff that happened so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**MASCA welcoming BBQ&lt;br /&gt;Great food by the famous UQ Lake, reunion, fun activities, poco-poco dance! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;Chick-flick get together (+ 2 boys, sibuk je), late supper of pancakes, good ‘ol girlie time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**SeaWorld, Gold Coast&lt;br /&gt;Random trip, cute dolphin and seals, awesome reef wildlife, ice cream on hot day, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PPMQ picnic&lt;br /&gt;Delicious nasi lemak, pulut kuning and other stuff, great day to take pictures, reunion, a fun day out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Chicago The Musical&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful stage show, awesome dancers, great songs, two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More events to come. Most looked forward to: Easter break road trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2YyBXInI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C5oxb6LejSo/s1600-h/n740438171_1544267_3086559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2YyBXInI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C5oxb6LejSo/s320/n740438171_1544267_3086559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316348053250581106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2YmZGbzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VZsvKUjAXIs/s1600-h/2603_1117713545775_1315094894_328256_1159827_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2YmZGbzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VZsvKUjAXIs/s320/2603_1117713545775_1315094894_328256_1159827_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316348050128924466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2YR5csyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ni7oIu3a_l4/s1600-h/2603_1117452779256_1315094894_327601_7710498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2XCBkwmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1k_VvJEBTQk/s320/DSC_0290.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316348023186702946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd0dKGYr5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lkIac9AONaY/s1600-h/DSC_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd0dKGYr5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lkIac9AONaY/s320/DSC_0297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316345929410326418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd0cyfYYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cAIIG7CvkmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd0cyfYYxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cAIIG7CvkmQ/s320/DSC_0249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316345923072713490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd0cJAniGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KCeevTP5fKk/s1600-h/DSC_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd0cJAniGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/KCeevTP5fKk/s320/DSC_0207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316345911937828962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4249763429501576849?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4249763429501576849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4249763429501576849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4249763429501576849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4249763429501576849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-far-so-good.html' title='so far so good'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/Scd2YyBXInI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/C5oxb6LejSo/s72-c/n740438171_1544267_3086559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8635637372428168574</id><published>2009-03-15T09:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:20:10.204+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big win LIVERPOOL</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and opened my FB page. Looking at the new status of my friends, I knew that Liverpool won last night’s match against Man U. Some of them are happy about it and of course, Man U fans don’t like it at all. These people are the strong supporters of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the match, my friends and I went to dinner. The boys have been talking about the match that night and wanted to make sure that we get back before the match started. Some people that were coming in and out of the restaurant were wearing their favourite team jerseys. Then I thought to myself, this is going to big a deal to these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got back, the boys went to their ‘football lairs’, which are houses of people with Foxtel. One is for Man U supporters; the other is for Liverpool fans. As for us ladies, we didn’t even give any attention to what the boys were chatting about, let alone trying to find out what channel the match will be on. But I do understand the boys’ excitement. I live with an Arsenal fan since childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus on our way home, a girlfriend of mine asked a guy friend of mine, what is so great about watching football? The guy friend explained the rush you’ll feel when a goal is scored. They will talk about how beautiful the goal was and will cheer along with their fellow friends. I looked at my girlfriend’s face and she was making a straight face. Which means, she doesn’t understand or she doesn’t even care. Haha. Then I told her, it would be the same as if a guy asks you, what is so great about shopping and dressing up. Then she said ok, fair enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are female football fans and there are shopaholic guys. So it is a matter of what interests you in life that makes you happy when you do it. And if you’re in a relationship with one of them, or any other form of fans or hobbies, the best is to give and take and respect each other’s interest. I know a lady who doesn’t even know how football is played but would stay up with her hubby until the dawn to accompany him watching football match at home. Some people would say, she doesn’t have to do that, but to me, it is sweet. Well, different people have different ways of showing their affection to one another. Ok, out of topic here. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to Liverpool fans out there, bravo! Your favourite team had a big win last night. I knew the first few goals were good as I can hear the cheers from my neighbour’s house, the Liverpool lair. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p's: my fav status msg was from Ajiep, "Arziff Fardlullah rasanya hartamas tengah sunyi sekarang ni. haha" =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8635637372428168574?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8635637372428168574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=8635637372428168574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8635637372428168574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8635637372428168574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-win-liverpool.html' title='Big win LIVERPOOL'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7898084074013262500</id><published>2009-03-09T17:29:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:45:56.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ika! for u...</title><content type='html'>1. a picture of you at the most unique environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTIyDR5fWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fH3Vqr4AeBk/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTIyDR5fWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fH3Vqr4AeBk/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311090622776048994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. a picture of you at somewhere you dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTJ5enQqrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pCgQ78yPn_8/s1600-h/DSC02806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTJ5enQqrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pCgQ78yPn_8/s320/DSC02806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311091849884117682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a picture of someone that means a lot to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTKmxwDa8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ExST-B4J1Tk/s1600-h/Image171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTKmxwDa8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ExST-B4J1Tk/s320/Image171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311092628115385282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. a picture with your best smile (mouth open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTLcc5BX1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tg7SyxZUYfk/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTLcc5BX1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/Tg7SyxZUYfk/s320/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311093550228791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. a picture with your best smile (mouth closed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTMAR0f-5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ixQTHPTSrT4/s1600-h/DSC07384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTMAR0f-5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/ixQTHPTSrT4/s320/DSC07384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311094165732326290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.a picture of you with the lamest pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTM8Ds-bBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/a6iBk45-Oxw/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTM8Ds-bBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/a6iBk45-Oxw/s320/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311095192734821394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. a picture of someone that stands on top of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUYorArYKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YB51wdmjU3g/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUYorArYKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YB51wdmjU3g/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311178422572769442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. a picture of you with some toys or cute stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUZmYiMyQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANj6dMXxOfw/s1600-h/DSC03402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUZmYiMyQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ANj6dMXxOfw/s320/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311179482764986626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. a picture of you in white shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUaUMDLFWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HTzdXSAdh8E/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUaUMDLFWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HTzdXSAdh8E/s320/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311180269687608674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. a candid picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUa3rZe_BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nt7IRdjzqeE/s1600-h/DSC07319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbUa3rZe_BI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nt7IRdjzqeE/s320/DSC07319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311180879398108178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: im tagging [dilos, mimie, katek, yan, nuha....everybody!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7898084074013262500?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7898084074013262500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7898084074013262500&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7898084074013262500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7898084074013262500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/03/ika-for-u.html' title='ika! for u...'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbTIyDR5fWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fH3Vqr4AeBk/s72-c/DSCN0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-5902332688965096105</id><published>2009-03-06T22:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:47:27.408+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbEbTkEVMZI/AAAAAAAAADw/sEsJxZbUY_4/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbEbTkEVMZI/AAAAAAAAADw/sEsJxZbUY_4/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310055458559832466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbEbTIWHd3I/AAAAAAAAADo/DwC44mfGKj8/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbEbTIWHd3I/AAAAAAAAADo/DwC44mfGKj8/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310055451118237554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye was hard last Saturday. I left home with a heavy heart. It’s not like I will never go back again but the summer break was awesome. But as soon as I saw my friends again, I knew that things would be ok as usual.  We arrived in Brisbane late at night so we ended the night early. The next day, first thing that we did was filling up the empty fridge. Hard labour shopping is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new semester started last Monday. I can say it started off pretty good. Seeing familiar faces, lecture halls and refracs somehow made me feel better and prepared. But the first lectures were intense. My ‘3-month-idle’ brain was suddenly switched back on and forced to work twice harder than usual. The lecturers are serious this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the week, the old habit of ours started. Lia and I went for the movies after Wednesday classes to catch “He’s just not that into you”. May I say, that movie made me feel depressed. =(&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a trip to Ikea with a few others was worth the long trip and cash flowing out. We’re excited to re-decorate the house. =)   But I like Ikea Damansara way better (because of the meatballs =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to the city to get some stuff. Tomorrow, MASCA will be organising a welcoming BBQ and as usual, we are the servers. Sunday, factory outlet shopping maybe? We’ll see. Looks like the whole week’s been great and I hope it continues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-5902332688965096105?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5902332688965096105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=5902332688965096105&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/5902332688965096105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/5902332688965096105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-started.html' title='Getting started'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SbEbTkEVMZI/AAAAAAAAADw/sEsJxZbUY_4/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4594168857540804000</id><published>2009-02-27T01:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:44:49.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios amigos!</title><content type='html'>Sorry nuha sbb tak update. Busy membuang masa sampai tak ada masa dah. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going back to BNE this Saturday. Gosh, can I not go back? I promise I will study at home =p. But then again, maybe I need to go back and start off the daily routine of classes as soon as possible. Some stuff just keeps on messing with my head due to idle brain. Not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months of holidays seems not enough as the departure date gets nearer. Not that I have much of stuff to do, just the thought of staying home, watching TV on the comfy sofa and being able to eat all kinds of food possible is way much better than going back to the sunny state. Sapa x nk kn? But I have to. Yes. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I do for the rest of the holidays? Let’s see:&lt;br /&gt;- Official Panji chauffeur &lt;br /&gt;- Part time cook/nanny&lt;br /&gt;- Full time ‘movie watcher’ (astro kt rumah)&lt;br /&gt;- Pn. Aziah’s secretary&lt;br /&gt;- Consultant to first timers going overseas&lt;br /&gt;- Food addict&lt;br /&gt;- Amateur stalker&lt;br /&gt;- Heartbreaker and heartbroken&lt;br /&gt;- Bargain hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I left a few but most of it are the above. All in all, it was a great summer. Well done everybody! Thank you! Couldn’t have done it without you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: lectures, practicals, tutorials, going out, facing the biggest jerk ever and last but not least, loving life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everybody! Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4594168857540804000?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4594168857540804000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4594168857540804000&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4594168857540804000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4594168857540804000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/02/adios-amigos.html' title='Adios amigos!'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4289582983472073276</id><published>2009-02-16T00:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:08:59.003+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisbane, London, New York</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we send off our youngest sister at the airport and she's bounded to London. We still can't believe it because everything happened so fast. Never thought that she would be going overseas because she never said that she wanted to before. But it is her 'rezeki', it's her fate to study and live in London for a few years. It was a sad but happy farewell. We're happy for her but worried at the same time. It's her first time going overseas, let alone being on her own. But it's now or never. It's high time for her to learn to be independent and do things on her own. I believe she can. If my sister and I can do it, then surely she can do it too. Don't worry Tijah, I'll see you in July ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving in a few weeks and my elder sis will be off to New York in a few months. All of Ibu's daughters will be away and only the sons will be with her. I'm worried but  I think my mom will be ok. She'll need to stay fit so that she can go and visit her lovely daughters in Brisbane, London and New York. Insyaallah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving with a heavy heart. Summer holiday was full of family fun. I'll miss everybody for sure. Muah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4289582983472073276?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4289582983472073276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4289582983472073276&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4289582983472073276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4289582983472073276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/02/brisbane-london-new-york.html' title='Brisbane, London, New York'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-959166112204969737</id><published>2009-02-07T23:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:50:30.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A birth, a death and a wedding</title><content type='html'>Lots of things can happen in a day. Including a birth, death and everything in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Lia’s birthday, my dear friend and crazy housemate. She and Bean, another housemate of mine, are the girls who always got my back since we met in INTEC. All the three of us shared everything and I mean, everything. We are each other’s supporter, counsellors, bad influencers and shoulder to cry on. I love these girls so much as much as I love my sisters. It’s only been a year the three of us been living together but lots of things happened in 2008. They know what I’ve been through and they’ve been there, each step along the way. To Lia, have a very happy happy birthday. I know you’ll be happy on your birthday because Amar’ll take care of you. Love you a zillion times!!! Muah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the day that my mom’s friend, Puan Hasnah of MRSM PC, a great chemistry teacher, passed away. She’s a very great person who loves everybody around her. She loves her student dearly, always calling them ‘sayang’. I had the privilege of being her student at her tuition centre and her methods are one of kind. Her tips and tricks of chemistry helped me a lot, thank you Che Nah. When I saw you at the hospital yesterday, I never thought that I would never see you again. But I’m glad that I went. You’ll be surely missed by your beloved students, both in school and at the tuition centre. Only Allah can repay what you have given us for we are forever in your debt. Al-Fatihah….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw a group of people clad in baju kurung and baju melayu were gathering outside a house. Some of the girls were carrying ‘hantaran’ trays in pink. So I thought there must be a wedding there. At that instance, I thought of everything that happened today. My friend’s birthday, my mom’s friend passing and a wedding of a match made in heaven. It may seem an ordinary day to you but to some people, it’s the happiest or the saddest day of their life. “Live while you can, love while you can, seize the day”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-959166112204969737?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/959166112204969737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=959166112204969737&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/959166112204969737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/959166112204969737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/02/birth-death-and-wedding.html' title='A birth, a death and a wedding'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4300488792812520855</id><published>2009-02-04T23:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:48:12.228+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVntsA8I/AAAAAAAAADg/U-_0Ju5ZP_E/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVntsA8I/AAAAAAAAADg/U-_0Ju5ZP_E/s320/DSC02996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298937232318268354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVSN6-7I/AAAAAAAAADY/oeGhN5qtviw/s1600-h/DSC02950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVSN6-7I/AAAAAAAAADY/oeGhN5qtviw/s320/DSC02950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298937226547887026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVLOKYDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lCZmect7DMs/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVLOKYDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lCZmect7DMs/s320/DSC02880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298937224669847602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVPCVsII/AAAAAAAAADI/FyTWq9jOENw/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVPCVsII/AAAAAAAAADI/FyTWq9jOENw/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298937225693999234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbU4KcOiI/AAAAAAAAADA/RqLc5wyDDCk/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbU4KcOiI/AAAAAAAAADA/RqLc5wyDDCk/s320/DSC02872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298937219553966626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a month since my trip to Bandung with my family and only now can I find sometime to tell you guys about it. I was ‘busy’. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my single-‘ I need a GF’-brother, my mom and I got a chance to experience Bandung together with him. The intention of the trip was to make up for the boring group trip to the same place that my mom had gone 2 years ago and also, to treat me, his favourite sister ☺, for some good time. Well, it was the right time and the right place. I need some relaxation and shopping was on top of the list at that time.&lt;br /&gt;The first day in Bandung was great. We arrived around noon, local time, checked in, freshened up and off we went to Pasar Baru. Fortunately, or should I say unfortunately, the six-floor of textile and other goods centre was only a walking distance from our hotel.  It was my first time strolling in Bandung and lots of things were different from what I used to see in Malaysia. There were carts selling food and drinks along the way, not forgetting people trying to sell handicraft stuff to tourists. From what I saw, these people, well most of them, are really living a hard life. The condition over there is not good enough to support these people. But they are trying their best to make ends meet. &lt;br /&gt;So, at the Pasar Baru, there was loads of stuff over there. But what kept me, my mom, my auntie and my cousin over there was the textile floor. Everybody, if there’s someone who’s planning a weeding on your family, or yourself, do pay a visit to this place. Trust me, you’ll be head over heels and can go crazy with the choices over there. Once, I was having a look at this lacy piece and the ‘bapak’ asked if I were getting married. And I told him I’d come back for that when I’m ready. ;)&lt;br /&gt;After spending the first day at Pasar Baru, we decided to hit the infamous factory outlets in Bandung. But I must say I was quite disappointed. There was not much stuff that caught my eye. Or maybe we had been to the wrong shops. I don’t know but maybe I was a good sign of saving our rupiahs. Tired of shopping, my cousin suggested that we should go up the mountain and visit Kampung Daun (though my auntie disagreed). Kampung Daun is a place where people usually have dinner over there and it used to be a volcano, I think. The place was really nice. The place was lit by natural light from fire in safety cases and dinner is served in huts. The food was okay but I’ll give 10 for the exotic atmosphere. And if you’re happened to be there, do try ‘Pisang goreng cheese’. &lt;br /&gt;We went to the Tangkuban Perahu volcano the next day. I’m really glad I went there. It was my first encounter with crater of active volcano. The scenery was breathtaking. We also took a short trekking walk to Kawah Domas, the crater that emits geysers and hot spring water. And the guides were nice and friendly too. Done with the sight seeing, I tag along with my brother to distro, an area of indie local branded clothing shops. I love the distro so much; I didn’t mind that I had to walk far from one shop to another. But I was worth it. I even got myself a pair of limited edition sneakers. Yeay me!  And I think you guys would love it as much as I do. &lt;br /&gt;So, that’s much it. Bandung is really nice cool place to visit. Wouldn’t mind to go again. The next stop, Jakarta! Anyone interested? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: guys in Bandung are ouh-so-cute! -excuse my misbehaviour-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4300488792812520855?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4300488792812520855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4300488792812520855&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4300488792812520855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4300488792812520855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-thats-that.html' title='Bandung'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SYmbVntsA8I/AAAAAAAAADg/U-_0Ju5ZP_E/s72-c/DSC02996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4514343772236638035</id><published>2009-01-17T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:49:28.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Duran</title><content type='html'>I wonder why certain people couldn’t stand the smell, let alone the taste, of durian. I was having a small durian party with my lil sis when my nephew asked what was that smell. He said he didn’t like the smell. Guess he’s like his mommy, my elder sis hates durian. She’s the only one in my family who’s anti-durian. My late father is the biggest fan and he introduced the king of fruits to us when we were small. Thanks Aboh! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, durian doesn’t smell bad but I could not say it smells sweet like berries too. It has its own smell, durian fragrant. Some people can stand the smell but would not eat it. Well, to me, it can be sweet and still, sweet in its own way. That’s how I smell and taste durian but for the people how dislikes the fruit, I wonder what’s the smell and taste of it to them. To those who hate durian, care to tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m craving for ‘pulut durian’. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4514343772236638035?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4514343772236638035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4514343772236638035&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4514343772236638035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4514343772236638035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/01/durian-duran.html' title='Durian Duran'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4216046842547146495</id><published>2009-01-13T22:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:04:44.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground in Telipot</title><content type='html'>I went to the playground with my niece and nephew today. The weather was nice. It was just after rain and there was a rainbow in the sky. Not too many kids at the park, guess it was because the school term had started. So my sis and I  took the chance to have some fun. We played on the see saw and looked like a bunch of giant babies. Hehe. Then we took turns to play on the swing. I really love the swing. Even when I was small, I would swing higher than others because the adrenaline excites me. The feel of the wind breeze as I swing always makes me high. And I would for sure smile all the time. I don’t know why but I still do that, smiling while swinging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on the see saw, I was talking to my sis about the playground where we used to play when we were kids. It was near my grandma’s house in Telipot. Back in the days, when my grandma was still around, my cousins would come back to KB during the school holidays. Everybody would be there and there would be slumber party for weeks. So every evening, we would walk to the housing area at the back for our playground time. We would first stop at ‘Kedai Keling’ (we used to call that shop by that name, nobody was being racist) to get ourselves some snacks. When everybody’s geared up, then only we would cross the street to the playground. It’s a big playground with everything. The swings, slides, monkeys bars, a giant caterpillar and some other stations that I can’t remember. As we play, we would have breaks for our snacks. Ais-krim Malaysia, Super ring, Bika, air botol perisa oren and sarsi, asam, mamee and other junk food that every parent would not approve of. Before going back to the grandma’s house, we would make sure that everybody finished their junk food because we don’t want any ‘evidence’ to be brought back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis said that the playground now is not well maintained. Grass and weeds are growing wildly and the place smells bad. Some people say that drug addicts are leaving there too. I really miss that playground. I miss the ‘guilty pleasure’ junk food, the swings, my cousins and the good times we used to have. I can say that I had a pretty fine childhood days. Hope that my future kids will be as fortunate as I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4216046842547146495?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4216046842547146495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4216046842547146495&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4216046842547146495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4216046842547146495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-playground-with-my-niece-and.html' title='Playground in Telipot'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-6613024806822588630</id><published>2009-01-06T15:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:18:46.683+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bolos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLplAY_aeI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEcmE_XAADw/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLplAY_aeI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEcmE_XAADw/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288045734455634402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLpk8WAofI/AAAAAAAAACk/EGfcflUe8AE/s1600-h/DSC02789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLpk8WAofI/AAAAAAAAACk/EGfcflUe8AE/s320/DSC02789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288045733369389554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLpks7YZpI/AAAAAAAAACc/55hZLPPiqD4/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLpks7YZpI/AAAAAAAAACc/55hZLPPiqD4/s320/DSC02778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288045729231169170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“….dalam rancangan….BOLOS!!!....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves that show?? I do! Because of Zizan. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my brother was invited to be a contestant in the show and he brought me and my sister along. It was my first time in a production set. I thought the set was big but it was small. And the audience were, erm, I think they were paid to be there. A bunch of school boys with ‘karat’ hair-do. Rempits I guess. But they know how to make noise. That’s what the audience is for. But me and my sis, we were somehow got annoyed by those boys. Yuck…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn’t matter. I was there to support my brother’s team. He and his other two friends from Astro and the competed against ‘Chaiyok chaiyok’ team, which were Khai,Haziq and a rather soft male make-up artist called Fizzy. Owh, my brother’s team was known as X FM because they’re the host there, I think. But my bro and his friends didn’t use their real names. They were known as Silver Surfer, Ninja X and Space Boy. Typical of them. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I can say is that, the moment they came out from the changing room wearing their suits, my sis and I couldn’t stop laughing. It was funny. They are all skinny and looked like aliens. Thanks to silver colour. And then they started to ask among temselves why did they say yes in the first place. Hehe. But it was for entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recording of the show took several hours and all that will be aired on the tv is only an hour of it. Now I know that showbiz is not easy. Zizan looked really tired. He would only talk a lot when the camera was rolling but if it isn’t, he would be quiet most of the time. He said that he had 4 recordings that day and it was already 8.30 pm at that time. But he was still funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun. Watching my bro fell into the water and broke the wall was priceless. If I knew that I can invite my friends to come and be there too, I would call up some of you guys to join me. I’m sorry. Whatever it is, don’t forget to watch it on tv ok? Hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-6613024806822588630?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6613024806822588630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=6613024806822588630&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/6613024806822588630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/6613024806822588630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2009/01/bolos.html' title='bolos'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SWLplAY_aeI/AAAAAAAAACs/QEcmE_XAADw/s72-c/DSC02794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8987085340321689665</id><published>2008-12-29T23:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:52:15.417+10:00</updated><title type='text'>=( but need to keep on =)</title><content type='html'>Things do happen when you least expected. And whether you like it or not, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. We just cannot force for things to happen. Even if you hope for it, every single day of your life. I did my part, the best that I could. But it wouldn’t happen, for now, at least, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some things are not meant to be. Or maybe some things take time for it to happen. Time, is what I have now. But time is killing me. Guess that is what you get when you anticipate something so much. After months of being in the ‘uncertain’ zone, today, a little birdie told me to let it go. It was hard to swallow but I need to. Like I said, I cannot force things or a person on what I want. And I’m really sorry that it happened. And I’m really sorry it didn’t happen. Yeah, sorry for myself. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I give up now? Or should I keep praying and hoping that it would happen one day? I don’t know. This is my first time and I didn’t know that it would hurt so much. It also makes me feel like karma is getting back at me. Is this how it feels? Feeling broken hearted? It’s like a mixture of wanting to cry and trying to hold on at the same time. That’s how I feel right now. I want to cry because it made me really sad. But I still want to hold on to it because it was the best thing that ever happened to me so far. And I can’t run away because it has been part of my life since I was a kid. I had a big loss today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should I do now? Take up a hobby to keep myself busy so that I won’t feel lonely? I guess. And also, I need to make sure that I’m so tired every night before bed to prevent myself from thinking about stuff that can make me sad and cry before I sleep. Looking and feeling sad is the last thing that I want my mum to notice in me. She knows everything. So I need to put on a smile everyday. I just don’t like to show my weak emotions to my loved ones. Call me an ego but I don’t to worry them. I do feel like telling my mum about it, but she knows him. And I don’t want her to blame him because it was nobody’s fault. Time and distance were the factors. And I guess I scare him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Including what happened to me today. But still, he’s my best friend. And I’m keeping that. For what it’s worth, it’s better that way. So, I’m keeping my chin up and will be looking on the bright side. Maybe it’s true when they say that the grass is greener on the other side. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a year with loads of ups and downs. And I’m thinking that 2009 wouldn’t be any different. That’s how life is supposed to be like. It’s a matter of how you handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to all of you. May 2009 brings more joy and happiness to us. &lt;br /&gt;*fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8987085340321689665?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8987085340321689665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=8987085340321689665&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8987085340321689665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8987085340321689665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/but-need-to-keep-on.html' title='=( but need to keep on =)'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7371393562230937412</id><published>2008-12-23T00:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:02:36.102+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans: A wardrobe essential?</title><content type='html'>Almost everywhere I go, I tend to see most of the people there would be wearing jeans. From young to old, both men and women. But each of them has their own style. There’s skinny, flare, bootcut, straight, slim straight, super skinny and other style that maybe I’m not aware of. When I was at a mall the other day, it crossed my mind that everybody must at least have a pair of jeans. But then again, maybe not everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a pair of jeans is a type of clothing that is versatile. You can wear it with almost anything. A plain t-shirt, a smart shirt, a girly blouse or even a kebaya top. Jeans can be both functional and stylish. It’s pretty much an easy and a comfortable thing to wear, unless you’re wearing a really tight pair of jeans that is blocking your blood circulation. A person can be happy with only a pair of jeans in possession and would be wearing the same one over and over again. However, there is also a group of people who owns more jeans than you can imagine. There is a female celebrity who has more than 500 pairs of jeans in her closet. That is more than a pair of jeans for each day in a year! And I believe that each pair of her jeans cost more than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own several pairs but I always tend to wear this particular pair that I really love. No matter what my top is, my favorite jeans would always match it up. I love it so much that even if I buy a new one, I always think that the new ones can never beat my fav. So why do I even think of buying a new one? I guess every time I look into my wardrobe, I always think that I still need another pair that would match with some of the tops that I have. Yeah right. More like wasting my money. So right now, I would not but another pair of jeans. Other types of pants are fine but not jeans of any kind. But then again, what if I find another favorite pair? Ouh, I’m taking my words back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7371393562230937412?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7371393562230937412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7371393562230937412&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7371393562230937412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7371393562230937412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/jeans-wardrobe-essential.html' title='Jeans: A wardrobe essential?'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8032312253895270017</id><published>2008-12-19T01:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:38:04.758+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of dreams</title><content type='html'>Do you dream when you’re asleep? If you do, do you tend to remember your dreams? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my answer to both questions, YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night, I will dream in my sleep. The dream has always been random. From logic and around people I know, to illogical and with strangers. I dreamt of celebrities, leaders, teachers, family and friends. I dreamt of people who are still around me and those who I miss a lot because they left me for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes scary and most of it silly. Once, I dreamt about a big lizard, komodo-dragon like, which entered my house. And the next day, there was really a bog lizard under my mom’s car. But I never take my dreams seriously. As for the lizard incident, it was just plain coincidence. Yes, some of my dreams do come true but that doesn’t mean that I should believe everything that is in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may take dreams seriously. To this group of people, dreams are like their predictors of what’s going to happen in life. I read in newspaper today, a man won a jackpot of million ringgit because he dreamt of the numbers that made me rich. Even in our custom, the elders always have their interpretation of dreams. One of the common interpretations is when you dream your teeth are falling out, someone in your family or close to you will pass away. I have heard some people saying this is true because they experienced it themselves, but I still think that it’s just fate. Whether you dream before it happens or not, it will happen because it’s written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don’t usually dream. Or they think they don’t. There was a research done on human brainwaves during sleeping. The research showed that, human brains send out wave signal when dreaming, meaning there’s usually brain activities even when we sleep. Sleep is the time when our brains will try to sort out the things that have happened during the day and also try to solve problems that we can’t when we were awake. So, human do dream in their sleep. It’s just a matter of whether our brains can remember the dreams or not. Some people think they don’t dream, some people say they dream but can’t remember what the dream was, some can only remember bits of it and some can remember the entire dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really sure if dreams are good or bad. All I know is that, some of my dreams have helped me. When I dream of bad things continuously, I know that I’m stressed out. And when that happens, I usually get myself back together. I also have dreamt of my dad, many times. When you really miss a person, seeing that a person in your dream is sometimes enough to cure it. Dreaming of funny or romantic situations always put a smile on my face when I wake up in the morning. There have been times where I wake up from my dreams, crying, too. So, when I can say is that, to me, my dreams are just a part of my life. I don’t mind if I dream when I sleep and same goes to when I don’t dream. I know a person who doesn’t want to be disturbed by dreams when he sleeps. Hehe. You know who you are and I respect that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that I dream a lot, I’m thinking of keeping a dream diary. A collection of slumber stories. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: sebelum tidur, jangan lupa basuh kaki dan baca doa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8032312253895270017?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8032312253895270017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=8032312253895270017&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8032312253895270017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8032312253895270017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreaming-of-dreams.html' title='Dreaming of dreams'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-4779674665386292717</id><published>2008-12-17T17:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:49:53.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>to:nick</title><content type='html'>i think i screwed up our conversation just now. or maybe your tired. or maybe i did screw up. haish~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry. i didn't mean too. it was really nice talking to you. always have been. and will always be looked forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4779674665386292717?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/4779674665386292717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=4779674665386292717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4779674665386292717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/4779674665386292717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonick.html' title='to:nick'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-2190717661316328889</id><published>2008-12-15T23:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:35:39.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear the bells</title><content type='html'>Haha. Klaka je. Me and my friends sibuk duk buat wedding questionnaire kt facebook. Yan la ni yg start. Tp kwn dia yg start dulu kot. Tp it’s kinda fun jugak. Makes me really think about it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya berjaya menjawab soklan2 tersebut walaupun saya single. Hehe. Maknenya aku ni kuat berangan jugak la. Well, I think it’s almost every girl’s dream to have a wedding that she likes. Even though we know that it might not be exactly like what we want. But hey, it’s not wrong to dream right? Makes u want to go for it. But for now, I need a candidate dulu kot. Tp rasa2 nye mcm da ada. Tp x confirm lg. hehe. Macam shopping online lak. Da usha, da pilih betul2, da suka da, tp payment x buat lg kot. Nk bwt tp kne tgk duit dlm bank dulu. Ha, lbey kurg mcm tu la. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, below it’s the questionnaire with my answers. Siapa-siapa lg yg rajin, nti buat pastu bgtaw ok? Hehe. Nk jugak taw org lain pny plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;20 years YOUNG, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, about that....I'm not so sure... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In what age do you think you’ll get married?&lt;br /&gt;Not too old but not too young. What age is that? 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you’ll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Can there not be 'if not'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you want a garden/beach wedding, or the traditional wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Simple traditional wedding in the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your ideal motif?&lt;br /&gt;Coral and ivory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you plan to go on a honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;On an island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many guests do you think you’ll invite?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want an extravagant wedding or a simple wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Simple. The important thing is everybody will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you want the traditional vows or something you’d make up on your own?&lt;br /&gt;No vows in my custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many layers of cake do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get 3 layers of tiramisu cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you prefer having your reception at a hotel or at a simple place?&lt;br /&gt;My mum suggests the hall in front of my house. Dekat and senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When do you want to get married, evening or morning?&lt;br /&gt;A bit later after noon. Nti cair make-up. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You’d rather have your reception outdoors or indoors?&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like a grand entrance for your groom?&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, a simple one would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name the song/tune you’d like played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Oldies. and also Lucky by Jason Mraz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you want a solemn ceremony or a light one?&lt;br /&gt;A light one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What age do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've come to think of it, 25! Yan, kawin sama2! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Describe your ideal husband/wife&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. No, I want it to be a suprise to my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you prefer fine dining or just the normal spoon &amp; fork/knife?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Makan pakai tgn la. Kita kn org melayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;Air sirap. I'm traditional. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Days after. Penat kot wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Money or household item?&lt;br /&gt;Both? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who will pay for the bills?&lt;br /&gt;Both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you ready for married life?&lt;br /&gt;Amirah Zayanah is. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Will u always be true to your wife/husband&lt;br /&gt;Only if he does the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How many kids do you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;Tengok rezeki =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A new house for a newly wed or an old one?&lt;br /&gt;Get I get a new one dear? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Will you celebrate silver wedding, gold wedding, or diamond wedding?&lt;br /&gt;I think i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What kind of cuisine would you like for your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;I want my aunty to be the caterer for my wedding. She's an awesome cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Will u record your honeymoon in a cd or dvd?&lt;br /&gt;i'll put photos and some vidoes in dvd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Whose wedding plans would you like to know next? Choose 5 person.&lt;br /&gt;Aiman, Nuha, Syamimi, Mayam, Zamir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I choked a bit during dinner just now. instead of giving me water, my mum asked, "timah ada boyfriend baru da ke?". Ibu, ur funny. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-2190717661316328889?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2190717661316328889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=2190717661316328889&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2190717661316328889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2190717661316328889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-hear-bells.html' title='I can hear the bells'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-2108133968389462888</id><published>2008-12-14T10:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:37:16.399+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what are your reasons for having a blog?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my good friend last night about lots of stuff. Then he told me that he read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me, "Is everybody supposed to have a blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obvious answer was NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked why do I have one? Here are my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is where I write things when I feel like it. Because I don't update or put in new entry everyday. When I feel like writing and sharing it with the rest of the world, this space is the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is kinda my medium to connect me with my friends. It's like pouring your heart out or saying your opinion on stuff indirectly to my friends and knowing their responses through the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog also has a few links to my friends' blog pages. though it's not many, but I'm still trying to add more so that i can know about my friends' whereabouts even though I'm not keeping in touch with them directly everyday. It show that I care. And yes, I do care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I can conclude is that, &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sharing is caring =D&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my blog is a way for me to share with my readers my thoughts and feelings and I feel the same too about their blog pages. So, those are my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-2108133968389462888?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2108133968389462888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=2108133968389462888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2108133968389462888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2108133968389462888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-are-your-reasons-for-having-blog.html' title='what are your reasons for having a blog?'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7764789220794562681</id><published>2008-12-10T18:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:25:09.648+10:00</updated><title type='text'>when a man hits</title><content type='html'>scene 1&lt;br /&gt;td on the way balik rumah from KBmall, lalu satu lorong kecik ni...ada motor kt dpn&lt;br /&gt;yg bawak tu laki, blkg dia ada sorg pmpn...couple kot...&lt;br /&gt;pastu tgh drive blkg diorg tuh, nmpk diorg mcm duk pukul2..&lt;br /&gt;ingtkn bergurau manja..skali yg laki tu stop motor tuh...dua2 turun&lt;br /&gt;pastu yg laki tu pukul pmpn tu...mmg pukul serius...smpi terduduk pmpn tuh ats rumput tepi longkang...&lt;br /&gt;mmg time tuh x brani lgsg nk stop n tolong...tgk laki tu gaya mcm drug addict jek..&lt;br /&gt;pastu pndi2 la pmpn tu settle sendiri...bkn xnk tlg dik...tp mmg benda2 cmni ptot fikir siang2..&lt;br /&gt;da nmpk tuh ibu trus ckp.."jgn kwn la ngn org cmtu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scene 2&lt;br /&gt;masa tu dkt KLIA, tgu flight balik kb...time cuti semester kt mrsm langkawi dulu&lt;br /&gt;tgh bace magazine, depan skit ada married couple tgh duduk...&lt;br /&gt;yg si isteri tgh ckp phone time tuh, tp mcm takot2...bile yg pmpn tu da abis ckp phone&lt;br /&gt;si suami rampas phone si isteri and trus marah2..&lt;br /&gt;tny sapa yg call...laki tu lagi?..lbey kurg cmtu la..pastu pmpn tu ckp xde sapa..tp dlm nada takot...laki tuh trus off phone si isteri and tukar sim card, masukkn sim card pmpn tu dlm phone dia...si isteri merayu jgn..&lt;br /&gt;si suami mula meninggikn suara...masa tu rmi org dlm boarding hall...dpn org ramai dia marah isteri dia...si isteri mula menangis, merayu supaya suami dia x marah2...malu katanya, dpn org ramai...&lt;br /&gt;skali, si suami menampar si isteri di pipi...kuat bunyinye, smua org kt situ boleh dngr...org ramai sudah lama memandang...mula2 nk masuk cmpur kang si suami marah...tp bila da start tampar, abg kt sblh tuh mmg da x tahan...dia ckp kt si suami minta bertenang...org rmi, bawa hal rumahtangga ke rumah...si suami bwt bodo and x layan si isteri...masa nk board plane, dia tinggal isteri dia sorg2...lpas tu x taw ape jd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both scenes really happened in front of my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;dua-dua nmpk cm dlm drama...srius...n it scares me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure, for both couples in both scenes, they must be truly in love when they first met...care for each other n everything...but somehow, after some time...the men forgot about it and started to treat the women like crap...&lt;br /&gt;a man shud never hit a woman...unless kalo da berkahwin, itu pon atas sbb2 tertentu dan lpas da bwt cara2 yg lain utk menghukum si isteri....&lt;br /&gt;to me, laki yg pukul pmpn ni dayus...nk tunjuk ego, nk tunjuk terer...kalo da terer sgt, cuba la ckp leklok2 ngn bini...talk face-to-face, heart-to-heart...ni x, tgn tu gatal je nk pukul org...x gentleman lgsg...&lt;br /&gt;pastu, kalo yg boyfriend pukul girlfriend lagi melampau...belum kahwin lg da cmtu, kalo da kahwin mmg seksa la hidup pmpn tuh...to girls out there, if ur bf starts to treat u bad, x yah tgu pukul, kalo dia da start calling u bad names bila dia tgh marah2, ha, baik jgn la...learn it from the girl who've been there...it's a sign that it will somehow be like that or worse when u get married...there's a lot of other guys out there who will respect u and treat u well...ye, mmg kdg2 si perempuan akan bwt salah, tp x perlu la menghukum sebegitu sekali...cuba berbincang...it's always the best way...&lt;br /&gt;if u want to gain people's respect, give ur's first....&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7764789220794562681?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7764789220794562681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7764789220794562681&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7764789220794562681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7764789220794562681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-man-hits.html' title='when a man hits'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1876440591827590093</id><published>2008-12-10T09:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:14:11.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>will u marry me?</title><content type='html'>ok...sapa2 pun jgn jwb...nti ada gak yg kawin awl nti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, my mom and my bro were having a chat in the kitchen pada malam hari raya aritu...smbl2 kemas dapur..it seemed that my bro were feeling kinda stressed out(i guess) for not having a gf....&lt;br /&gt;and kalo dia stress..mmg akn nmpk sgt2...so...my mom talked to him...&lt;br /&gt;according to my mum,(Ibu 2008) benda-benda macam ni, kita x blh paksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;when the time comes, the time comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betul kn? yela, rmi je pmpn ske my bro tp bukan smua tu gf material kn? xkn la nk main amik cmtu jek...lgpon its not the time to test drive anymore....he shud be having a gf that can be a candidate for the wife post....tgk umur la kn? hehe...then dia ckp dia rse ada pmpn ske dia tp dia cm x ley nk ske pmpn tuh...so i tell him, da kalo x ske nk paksa ape...maybe she's not the one kn?...n then my mom ckp &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kwn je dlu ngn sme org...some day akn ada pnya...kita yg merancang, Tuhan yg menentukan...tp jgn la x berusaha plak...pmpn x bpe nk bwt first move...n lelaki itu sgt la gentleman kalo dia yg bwt first move"..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;and i nodded approving my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, tetbe, trase nk tny..."ibu, how did u meet dad?"....ibu pon cite la psl locelife dia,"dlu ibu jumpe aboh mase sama2 blaja form 6 kt IP kt kota bharu....n ibu pon ada gang mcm timah...kwn rmi2 laki n pmpn...pastu dulu, ibu blk umah from IP naik beca pg umah nenek...n ur dad would follow from the back with his bicycle"...mase tuh...me, my sis n my bro srentak ckp..."cute gile!"....haha..mmg pon..comel n sgt romantik ok...haha...pastu ibu cite, aboh dlu dia straight foward je...dia confessed kt ibu ckp dia nk ibu jd steady girl dia...n pdhal b4 that ibu xske pon dia....aduhai...mmg drama melayu tahun 60-an.....hehe...tp diorg x slalu pun kuar date..kalo kuar mesti rmi2 dgn gang diorg....again ibu ckp...mcm timah....(makes me think mayb...just mayb...it would be the same for me?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after that, i made a conclusion to my bro...."don't worry, there will be someone for u, and u will know that once ur with her...but then again, don't be too busy with ur work....and i don't think you have to worry about being friends with everybody, because ur the person with most friends that i know...."...it's true....rsenye dia tu da terlbey kwn kot...haha..kalo jln ngn dia akn taw la...pg mana2 je, mesti slalu kne stop sbb dia jumpe kwn dia...haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tu la dia....we will support you no matter what...tp cpt la kawin...me n tijah wants to put on some fancy clothes and shoes on so that we can party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1876440591827590093?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1876440591827590093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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trolley full of nutrigen(mcm vitagen). sgt la bnyk. satu paket tu kan ada 6 kn? she took more than 20 of the 6-pax. aduhai. itu xkn la nk jual kot anak dia rmi kot. xpon dia ada tadika. tak pon dia cikgu darjah 1@2. tp cuti skolah kn skrg? tu la plik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu da bnyk kali jugak, kalo nak cari brg je, ada je yg out of stock. nak kata pg lmbt, awl da. nak kata rmi org, x sgt. maybe sbb sorg bli bnyk kot. pastu xde limit lak. lg lah. pastuada satu station ni jual udang. makcik2 and pakcik2 bli udang cm semut. sgt la rmi. n sorg2 xpon nk bli skit2. agaknya sbb nk raya haji kot. dkt kota bharu mmg mcmtu. raya haji tu kdg2 lg meriah dari raya puasa. x taw knp, but that's just the way it is. bila blk kota bharu, atmosphere dia sgt2 la lain. kdg2 tu mcm duk country lain. but im not complaining nor too happy about it. my hometown has her own speciality and not everybody can see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masa kt langkawi dulu, rmi jugak kwn2 tny, "kt kota bharu ada ape yg best?"&lt;br /&gt;and slalu my silly answer would be, "ada timah". because seriously, i don't know what to tell. it's not that im not proud from where i come from, i do. it's just that, life here is pretty much different from other places that i've been to. life here is very slow pace and there is nothing exciting for people over here to look foward to. but if my friends from other places come to visit kelantan, i can still bring them to places that somehow, they can only get it here. even if not, it would be the kelatanese way. i myself is not that good in my own culture but i do know a bit here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, going back to kota bharu makes me feel secure and comfortable. u know, homey kinda feeling. because i can go back to my house, eat the food that i know i can't find it anywhere else in the world and go to places that im familiar with since i was a kid. besides, i still have my primary school friends that has been and will always be there for me when i need them. living in KB for my whole 20 years(and counting) made me who i am today. and im proud of it. when people ask me if i ever going to move out of KB, i can't think of an answer ryte now. because as for now, im happy here and can't see any place else that would be the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-3970731564918246143?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3970731564918246143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=3970731564918246143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/3970731564918246143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/3970731564918246143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/12/grocer-in-kb.html' title='grocer in KB'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-6317887232116812494</id><published>2008-11-30T23:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:51:36.077+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>whoa, when was the last time i made a post to my blog?&lt;br /&gt;it has been a few months i reckon. yup, some of my friends did tell me to update. n yes, i was going to. but i was put off by a lot of stuff. (alasan).&lt;br /&gt;n my blog page didn't worl well when i was in Brisbane. ble kt Kota Bharu blh la plak. haish.&lt;br /&gt;so, it's my summer break. but i rained for 3 weeks here in KB. it's not dreadful i must say. i quite like it, knowing the fact that im home. that's why i love coming back. u just feel secure and comfy, rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;before i came back, i had to go through the final semester exam. it was hell. yup.&lt;br /&gt;but felt relieved after it was over. so my friends and i went to gold coast for a week, while entertaining our ex-lecturer-guest from malaysia. sambil menyelam minum air betul? =)&lt;br /&gt;then i went straight back to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;hm, lets just say my first day in malaysia didn't go well, not until i reached KB.&lt;br /&gt;got my results, my flight was delayed, didn't felt right at all. n i think whoever looked at my face on that day would think im some kind of emo girl cause i was so sure that my face looked horrible. muka cam nk makan org.&lt;br /&gt;but im ok now. i've sucked it up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;i retraced my steps and realised my mistakes. better luck next sem.&lt;br /&gt;now, im happily at home and i maybe gaining a few pounds. well, blame the food of kelantan. u just can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, im on my mission to pour my heart out. hope that everything's going to be fine. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;hm, that's all for now. recap of what happened(even though it wasn't much).&lt;br /&gt;be back with other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-6317887232116812494?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6317887232116812494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8857510374643416087</id><published>2008-09-08T12:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:10:00.751+10:00</updated><title type='text'>need distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SMSVlFUm2sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ofat2YL_nrQ/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SMSVlFUm2sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ofat2YL_nrQ/s320/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243480330482408130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SMSVmHCsufI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nyl4Hsi0X9s/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SMSVmHCsufI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nyl4Hsi0X9s/s320/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243480348124035570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the second week of Ramadhan da...cpt kn?&lt;br /&gt;x perasan pon time flies quickly pastu bnyk la keje yg x siap...hehe&lt;br /&gt;so what happened in past weeks?&lt;br /&gt;well, had MERDEKA CUP here in UQ...&lt;br /&gt;2 straight hours of netball and without prior and proper training....&lt;br /&gt;pnat teramat sgt tp worth it..dpt 2nd place!! =D&lt;br /&gt;hehe...out of 5 je pon, tp kire ok la tuh...hehe&lt;br /&gt;after the games, had a merdeka gathering with fellow msians here in UQ and other unis in QLD.&lt;br /&gt;mkn nasi briyani and steak...first time in aussie!! huhu...puas ati sgt mkn tuh...da la sdap gle...&lt;br /&gt;sapa2 yg msk aritu, for sure im going to her/his house for raya...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dat night, me, lia, bean, zepul, as, katek and apip...we went out to watch the riverfire fireworks show...wahaha...gempak gle&lt;br /&gt;da la merdeka eve, so ktorg konon celeb8 merdeka la..hehe&lt;br /&gt;tp diorg pny fireworks lg gempak dr merdeka KLCC...haha...ada 3 spots fireworks...and another 1 ats bridge...pastu ktorg dpt seat plg best...yg dkt tgh2 pny...so nmpk sme...&lt;br /&gt;after the "ooohs and ahhhs"...hehe...pg pancake manor (fav pancake place + tmpt lpak mlm2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d nxt day, the effect of the netball and whole day out got me really bad...&lt;br /&gt;i cnt even walk properly....ala2 king kong pon ada&lt;br /&gt;haha...skt sgt my whole body...muscles sme koyak...haha&lt;br /&gt;3 ari gak la nk ilang, skrg da ok da =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas2 stat pose...huhu&lt;br /&gt;first time pose away from home...mule2 ingtkn sdey gle...skali xde la sgt..&lt;br /&gt;rse biasa2 je&lt;br /&gt;cme xde mknan gempak2 r...&lt;br /&gt;huhu...tp ok la...pastu time bukak pose awl!!...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;with all the assignments and mid term exams, i barely have time to think what to cook for berbuka...taw2 da kul 4.30 pm...msuk dpur...bwt je pape...5.30 da buka...&lt;br /&gt;huhu...sronok gak r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smlm lak ada iftar kt surau kt UQ.turn malaysia masak...sbb gilir2 country everyday...&lt;br /&gt;yg b4 dis, x pnah pon g buka kt surau..tp smlm pg la sbb nk tlg2...&lt;br /&gt;skali mknana, mak oih, kalah kalo buka kt umah sndr&lt;br /&gt;ada nasi minyak, ayam pedas, kari kambing, kurma, fruits bpe jnis tah, ada dadih, jelly, donut la, karipap, choc cake, popia la, bihun grg la...srius bnyk lg..pastu bnyk sgt lbey...siap bagi2 kt org lg...huhu...generous tol msians kn? proud to be 1&lt;br /&gt;sbb ada org ckp, kalo turn country lain msk, mknan x bnyk sgt n kdg2 x bpe best...sbb diorg xde close networking like us msians do...so kt mane2 pon korg duk, jgn isolate urself...kalo ada msians yg lain, join skali...x de la rse lonely and homesick sgt...&lt;br /&gt;lg pon bulan pose ni, bwt2 la amal kebajikan dgn cara yg plg kte mampu... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sme benda tuh had been good distractions for me...distractions from things that im nt even sure of if its true...bt i want it to be true...maybe it is true...but sometimes a girl just wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;so from now on, i nid to occupy myself so that i will not think about that matter too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are some of the picture of merdeka cup, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8857510374643416087?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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want'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-6530684458043506135</id><published>2008-08-22T15:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:56:16.442+10:00</updated><title type='text'>series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>as if last week couldn't be any tougher and stressful..&lt;br /&gt;yup, jd student..so biasa la kn...assignment la, group meeting la, etc.&lt;br /&gt;yg tu mmg d normal dose of 'tension' of any student&lt;br /&gt;tp ble ada lak masalah2 luar yg dtg at the same...sgt la x membantu...&lt;br /&gt;kalo la blh suh those probs tgu jap ke, tgu nti sme keje siap ke...kn best??&lt;br /&gt;tp malangnye mmg x ley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the unfortunate events are (nt in order):&lt;br /&gt;1. sorg hamba Allah ni, ble da kwn best2 ngn aku...tetbe hilang begitu shj...wah, mmg cm chipsmore abis...pas2 tu tetbe dia muncul kembali..eh??..plik sgt...rpenye tu last 'meet'...dia ada agenda dia sndr...time tu da rse x best sbb cm tah, tetbe je kn, ble da rse best 'bersaim'..hehe...tp xpe lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sorg lg hamba Allah ni, haish, cne nk ckp ek??...dia terbagitaw(kot) benda yg mmg ble aku dngr, trus rse x best...aduhai, cm mmg perfect timing abis r...dia pon ada agenda dia gak...tp x pe lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. another person ni plak, x taw la aku terslh ckp ape2 ke kn??..tetbe menghilangkn diri selama 4 hari...mmg kesbran teruji abis...mcm2 benda -ve da pk jd kt dia...tp last2 dia contact blk gak...nsb baik...tp pas2 cm da x best sgt da...tp xpe lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.pas2 smlm, ada la sorg pmpn (yg x bpe nk btol kot) msg aku, ckp aku ni nk amik bf....Ya Allah...ble plak la aku amik bf org ni??....siap ckp dia tuh duk ngn laki tu la ape la...gle ape??...like i care...ske ati la ko nk bwt dosa bnyk2 pon...tp x yah la smpi nk fitnah org x psl2...it turned out to be, pmpn tu perasan...itu ape 'bf' dia bgtaw la...tp skrg ni aku pon mls nk pk aku nk caya sapa...aku just mind my own business....wpon kne cmtuh...tp xpe lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.benda yg plg best yg ptot jd arini...x jd...sbb ape??..sbb hujan...pny la look fwd kt installation 'musang' tuh...last2 x blh..kne tgu lg 2 weeks...aiyo...lme tuh....tp x pe lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbb ape xpe??...cause i believe evrything happens for a reason...kalo dat reason tu aku x nmpk after the unfortunate event, mungkin after dat aku akn nmpk...because mmg slalu akn ada....&lt;br /&gt;sme benda yg jd ada hikmahnye...so sepanjang beberapa hari aku kne test bertalu-talu, i just kept my chin up and look at the brighter side....benda da jd, x ley nk bwt ape...tp sme tuh mmg da nmpk da hikmahnye...n im very grateful dat im sane enough to think rationally....i wud be lying to say dat nt one of the unfortunate events made me feel down n low..bt i cant make it a big deal..bnyk lg benda lain yg blh difikirkn n bnyk lg benda lain yg kne dpt my attention....like Olympics...hm...gud distraction from all of these crap stuf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for nw, im nt sure if the series end today, bt even if it wont, i'm ready...bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-6530684458043506135?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/6530684458043506135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-3619175249612024680</id><published>2008-08-15T14:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:42:15.874+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fire rock tol</title><content type='html'>knp la setgh2 org mmg jnis yg x puas hati ngn org??..&lt;br /&gt;yela, bkn stakat dengki, x ley tgk org lain happy, mesti nk condemn abis2...&lt;br /&gt;lg satu, org yg berdendam x abis2, pdhal benda da lpas lme da...&lt;br /&gt;haish..org mcm ni bwk masalah kt dunia&lt;br /&gt;ada kn negara yg perang sbb masalah nenek moyang diorg dlu..yg xde kaitan ngn diorg pon&lt;br /&gt;pas2 nyusahkn anak cucu org yg mmg xnk ada kaitan pon ngn masalah tuh&lt;br /&gt;pas2 kes aniaya org pon ada...these kind of ppl wud do anytin to see the person he/she hates to suffer&lt;br /&gt;they wud try to make other ppl turn their backs on that person, try to make ppl hate that person...etc.&lt;br /&gt;rsenye mmg da nature setgh2 org cmtu kot...&lt;br /&gt;kpd manga2 org 'batu api' ni, sabar la ye?...kalo kite bls blk ape da bwt, nti kte akn jd sme x mature ataupon sme insane ngn org tuh..biar lah dia...kte ada rmi lg org nk bck up kte...ppl will c d truth&lt;br /&gt;kpd golongan2 'batu api', jgn la bwt cmtu kt org...melemparkn fitnah da berdosa, aniaya org pon dosa, try nk putuskn silaturahim pon dosa gak, menipu pon dosa gak...bnyk la dosa kalo jd batu api ni sng cite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope dis will be a lesson to me and all of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-3619175249612024680?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8363875920250612080</id><published>2008-08-09T22:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:03:13.224+10:00</updated><title type='text'>merchants of bollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SJ2VX8f3PlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QF2g1Xm0rnE/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SJ2VX8f3PlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QF2g1Xm0rnE/s320/DSC00751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232502580683685458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 1st time, i watched a musical theater and it was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;the dancers were all hot(gurls) and hunk(guys + 6 pax!!!)...=p&lt;br /&gt;mmg rse nk bgn n dance skali jek..haha...da lme sbnrnye x tgk hindustan&lt;br /&gt;so ble tgk td cm teringt zaman2 skola rendah, sb dia cm pki gak lagu2 yg rse familiar...hehe&lt;br /&gt;hero dia...mak aih, hot tersgt..haha..x pnah kot aku ckp cmtu psl a guy&lt;br /&gt;heroin dia...fuh, mmg muka pure hindustan abis...lawa sgt...&lt;br /&gt;and d other dancers were absolutely stunning!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe...i was one of the few people who were smiling as the show went on..syok sgt kot..&lt;br /&gt;wpon td d crowd were mainly old people..tp it was a cool crowd..hehe...diorg pon naik syeikh gak..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;so if the show is anywhre u guys are at ryte nw, go n watch it...its a hit in europe, london and brisbane for a reason =)&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8363875920250612080?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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diorg ni sbnrnye...sgt bongok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diorg mmg cmtu...kalo dlm lecture hall, diorg la yg slalu kne sound ngn lecturer sbb bwt bising...ish, gle x malu la...mcm bdk kecik...pdhal msuk uni da....x brapa pndi jugak rupanye org putih ni...&lt;br /&gt;kelo weekend jek, keje bwt party kt umah pas2 mabuk2...pas2 umah bersepah botol2 'piss' setan tuh...adui...buang duit kerajaan jek diorg tuh (sbb diorg dpt education free kt uni or sumtin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbb sgt bengang ngn 2 org minah salleh td, sblm kuar lecture hall, aku sound diorg...haha...puas hati...blh blah!!...kalo xnk blaja, jgn dtg...kalo nk borak, duk umah, borak la smpi xde sore pon..nobody gives a damn biatches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-4372883014265381027?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-3233932787387876171</id><published>2008-08-04T18:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:17:50.034+10:00</updated><title type='text'>where's my rhythm??</title><content type='html'>it's the 3rd week of classes, and i still haven't found my rhythm...&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm to help me stdy n do my work...i need it...&lt;br /&gt;its like dis sem started wrong and lost the spice of it...&lt;br /&gt;i dun evn look fwd to classes and stuff, nt dat i do much b4, bt i didnt feel dis pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;n i tot im d only 1...lia pon rse cmtu gak...n my other frens too...&lt;br /&gt;skrg ni bwt count down...lg 10 weeks je blaja, then xam, then abis 4 dis sem...huhu&lt;br /&gt;ble pk cmtu, cm terpaksa gle plak blaja...tp tu la...&lt;br /&gt;timah, stay positive!!!....gosh, i need help, pronto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-3233932787387876171?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/3233932787387876171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=3233932787387876171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/3233932787387876171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/3233932787387876171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-my-rhythm.html' title='where&apos;s my rhythm??'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7029108880453076486</id><published>2008-07-28T16:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:04:16.651+10:00</updated><title type='text'>1st fever of the year</title><content type='html'>yup...n its terrible...very bad&lt;br /&gt;i cnt talk cause im having a bad sore throat&lt;br /&gt;i cnt go out cause its too cold outside&lt;br /&gt;i cnt go to class cause i cnt go out and talk&lt;br /&gt;i cnt talk to ibu cause i cnt talk&lt;br /&gt;i cnt study cause my head is not working well&lt;br /&gt;i cnt laugh cause it will hurt my throat&lt;br /&gt;but i cn still smile...nasib baik&lt;br /&gt;hope that it will end soon&lt;br /&gt;fever sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7029108880453076486?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7029108880453076486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7029108880453076486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7029108880453076486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7029108880453076486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-fever-of-year.html' title='1st fever of the year'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-5890282886882699629</id><published>2008-07-20T19:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:57:46.078+10:00</updated><title type='text'>no, that's not right</title><content type='html'>for a few days, things had been going wrong...&lt;br /&gt;had a bad flight back to brisbane...bad journey back to home&lt;br /&gt;i can't use the phone&lt;br /&gt;felt sick, homesick..&lt;br /&gt;n bnyk lg...but i had to keep on reminding myself to look on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;coz if nt, those bad experiences would eat me alive n make me think about it more often&lt;br /&gt;when i think about bad things, there's no doubt that it would happen&lt;br /&gt;law of attraction&lt;br /&gt;'wish for what u want n d universe will give it to u'&lt;br /&gt;it's true, zamir wrote about this in his blog b4&lt;br /&gt;tp kalo nk ikotkn, mmg btol pon dr segi agama&lt;br /&gt;segala ape yg kita katakn adalah doa&lt;br /&gt;jd, jika kita asyik berkata-kata ttg keburukan yg akn berlaku, maka ia akn berlaku&lt;br /&gt;jika sebaliknya, maka yg sebaliknya akn berlaku..&lt;br /&gt;so do try n apply it&lt;br /&gt;4 ur long term n short term wishes..&lt;br /&gt;im starting a long term wish nw...hope it happens...amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-5890282886882699629?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1167289883046511321</id><published>2008-07-16T02:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:22:44.427+10:00</updated><title type='text'>langkawi</title><content type='html'>for 3 days, i was at pulau langkawi....brings back old memories...&lt;br /&gt;huhu...food court kt langkawi fair..ingt x??...tp kdi tepi ujung da tutup...kdi mrc makcik cine tua tuh bkak lg...n d food is still good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas2 lalu dpn langkawi lagoon, the place where batch seeckz had the anual dinner..ingt lg theme universal ladybird...sme pki lawa gle...huhu...pas2 bt show...nazirul ala ala micheal buble, naza n d gang cm, em, menari ape tah...n'sync ek??..pape je la kn...huhu...pas2 tukar2 hadiah...luqman dpt hadiah aku...aku bg shirt..dia mengharpkn mag ape tah..maja ingt x nama dia??..huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas2 mse kt lkawi fair jumpe cikgu ape tah nama dia...yg ajar acc tu...pas2 fountain dpn mcd kt lkawi fair tu da kering...huhu...tmpt lepak tuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mse kt lkawi, i realised dat msia has a lot to offer...d beaches r picturesque and breathtaking....mse naik cable car...lg la...our land is blessed with beautiful nature...&lt;br /&gt;kalo nk pg vac tmpt lain, kne pg dlu&lt;br /&gt;at least langkawi or other islands in msia...then pg n compare...rsenye mesti akn dpt rse, msia pny not bad n we shud be proud of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;org luar dtg cni nk tgk tmpt kte...n sme org kaya2...huhu...esp arabs...rmi gle!!!...pg mana2 je mesti ada diorg...huhu...i think they really like our place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, duk 3 ari je...n da la x smpt nk g skola...haha...rse x puas sgt...if i get the chance, i wud love to go again n d next time i go, i wud be snorkeling n island hopping on my list...who wants to follow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1167289883046511321?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1167289883046511321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1167289883046511321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1167289883046511321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1167289883046511321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/07/langkawi.html' title='langkawi'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-5660083538635998931</id><published>2008-07-11T01:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T01:11:16.808+10:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help myself</title><content type='html'>sugar pie hunny bun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blk kb ni, bnyk kali jd kes ni...can't help myself...haha&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself from eating lots of good food....lots n lots!!&lt;br /&gt;kejenye mkn je...msuk dapur, bkak fridge, amik food, pg dpn tv, mkn...&lt;br /&gt;da abis, msuk dpur lg nk bsh tgn n minum air..pas2 bkak fridge lg...&lt;br /&gt;n it continues...smpi la kne remind myself of the weight dat im putting on...haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also can't help myself from sleeping a lot!!!...&lt;br /&gt;bgn lmbt...pas2 kalo tdo siang, da bkn nap da...mcm mmg tdo mlm da...truknye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself from watching lots of tv...sofa tu cm da ada shape lekuk...haha...&lt;br /&gt;pas 1 movie, smbg lg satu...mana la nk bgn...astro=mcm2 ada....&lt;br /&gt;tp ada gak yg xde...tp ok la kn?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also can't help myself from wondering around and about n do wat i do second best....shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;huhu...blk bwk skit je bj, ni nk blk skola blk....beg pnuh...ish ish....&lt;br /&gt;wat i do best??...hehe...x taw la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of these makes me dun want to go bck...at least nt nw...&lt;br /&gt;x puas lg bermls2..huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i built a new hope on sumtin new dat i just discovered....n im really happy about dat....&lt;br /&gt;it may change me...*fingers cross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-5660083538635998931?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/5660083538635998931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=5660083538635998931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/5660083538635998931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/5660083538635998931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/07/cant-help-myself.html' title='can&apos;t help myself'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-917783860800436516</id><published>2008-07-03T18:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:53:29.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>people pleaser</title><content type='html'>bkn sekali dua...da bnyk kali&lt;br /&gt;mesti rmi gak yg pnah kne&lt;br /&gt;layanan yg diberikn oleh salesgirl/man/waiter/penjaga kedai yg sux&lt;br /&gt;sux gle...&lt;br /&gt;bkn ape la kn?...nk  kte da lewat ptg...aku pg time kdi bru je bkak&lt;br /&gt;so ape alasan lg nk tunjuk muke yg mmg da buruk, pas2 lg buruk ble masam n all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kak, mintak size ni ek? nk try both sides'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hm, ok' kata akak itu dgn muka yg mmg cm ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mse dia g amik kasut tu dlm stor, aku da jd bengang..&lt;br /&gt;akak ni mmg nk kne...bknnye aku nk sgt pon bli kn..&lt;br /&gt;ble dia dtg blk, aku try...mmg ok&lt;br /&gt;tp sbb akak tu fail dlm melayan pelanggan..sbb bkn aku sorg je, ada sorg lg mak cik pon kne layan cmtu&lt;br /&gt;n sbb tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'xpe lah kak, sy xnk' n aku blah dgn mke slamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian kt kdi vincci tu, ilang satu sale di pagi hari sbb pekerja dia cm *******&lt;br /&gt;mmg la, aku x bli bknnye bankrupt kdi tu&lt;br /&gt;tp kalo 10 customer rse cm aku,n bnyk hari...blh jd gak kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b4 dat, pg lg satu kdi&lt;br /&gt;bkn nk bli pon...saje tgk2&lt;br /&gt;ada abg cine ni sorg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ye dik, blh tlg?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku pon tny la, ni model bru ke? ape function best? etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia pon dgn sabar lyn aku, xplain satu2, dgn pnuh detail (wpon x bpe phm pelat dia)&lt;br /&gt;tp cm best...lembut je dia ckp, bersopan sgt, senyum sokmo =)&lt;br /&gt;x psl2, kdi tu berjaya menjual satu product dia n b4 dat da ada pmpn arab ni bli plasma tv kt kdi tuh&lt;br /&gt;murah rezeki kn business tauke kdi tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jd, aku rse...kalo nti kte bkak kdi...kte kne monitor pekerja kte&lt;br /&gt;pndi x lyn org, sabar ke x&lt;br /&gt;yela, mmg la ada customer yg mengada2&lt;br /&gt;tp mmg la kn, kalo x sabar, jgn cr keje yg kne deal ngn org&lt;br /&gt;baik keje ngn computer jek&lt;br /&gt;untung rugi perniagaan, pekerja pny attitude yg decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-917783860800436516?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1193610419701776913</id><published>2008-06-30T10:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:05:54.395+10:00</updated><title type='text'>espana-spanar blh ubah</title><content type='html'>and Torres scored a goal!! the crowd goes wild!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adui....cne la blh jd cmtu...&lt;br /&gt;had a good hunch Germany wud get the trophy..&lt;br /&gt;tp xpe, Ballack injured...huhu...(alasan nk sdpkn ati)&lt;br /&gt;but both teams are strong teams, so i think its all fair and square..kn?&lt;br /&gt;mana la taw kn??...sbb bru bce dlm paper smlm..&lt;br /&gt;1 of the final world cup match in 1966 kot, it was set up&lt;br /&gt;well, mmg la da lme kn...to still&lt;br /&gt;ingtkn dlm cte speed racer je ader cmtu...ader btol rpenye...huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite, Olympics!...bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1193610419701776913?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1193610419701776913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1193610419701776913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1193610419701776913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1193610419701776913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/espana-spanar-blh-ubah.html' title='espana-spanar blh ubah'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-2614821922112989369</id><published>2008-06-25T00:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:04:17.795+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hi guys...</title><content type='html'>it's been a week since my holidays...so far so good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to all d places dat i wnt (shopping malls dat is)....&lt;br /&gt;n food...haha....best gle!!!&lt;br /&gt;tp x abis list lg...hehe&lt;br /&gt;will try my best to fulfill the list b4 i go bck..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antra benda2 bru:&lt;br /&gt;1.alamanda da ader cinema~gsC~...hehe&lt;br /&gt;2.tmbh skit kdi kt kbmall&lt;br /&gt;3.tmbh lg traffic lite kt kb(da mmg bnyk da b4 dis)&lt;br /&gt;4.krusi kt rumah aku ilang(xtaw pg mane)&lt;br /&gt;5.kwn aku da ader bru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aritu g main bowling kt alamanda...n i won...hehe&lt;br /&gt;tp dats not the story&lt;br /&gt;thre was dis 1 lady sblh lane ktorg..main sorg2 taw at first&lt;br /&gt;tgk la kt scoreboard dia kt tv ats tu&lt;br /&gt;initials nama dia 'D'&lt;br /&gt;ingtkn nama Dah ke ape ke&lt;br /&gt;skali aku tgk&lt;br /&gt;"DATIN"&lt;br /&gt;hehe....trkjot&lt;br /&gt;datin, taw la awk tu datin, taw la awk tu reti main&lt;br /&gt;kok ye pon, x yah la letak datin&lt;br /&gt;huhu...klaka gle&lt;br /&gt;cm gle kuasa&lt;br /&gt;pki tshrt polo ralph lauren tuh&lt;br /&gt;tp kt petaling st pon blambak&lt;br /&gt;huhu....datin...datin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-2614821922112989369?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2614821922112989369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=2614821922112989369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2614821922112989369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2614821922112989369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-guys.html' title='hi guys...'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1080205655555662076</id><published>2008-06-13T23:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:13:55.605+10:00</updated><title type='text'>speed racer, slow down!</title><content type='html'>huhu...abis xam trus g tgk movie...how awesome is dat?&lt;br /&gt;da la tgk speed racer:very cool!&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;yup, a day out full of fun, not a thing to worry about (at least until the end of winter holidays =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 2mrw....&lt;br /&gt;serious shopping ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;god, i love dis place...&lt;br /&gt;brg best+murah=heaven~&lt;br /&gt;wat more wud u wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, the big bag needs to be packed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have 4 great weekend evrybody!&lt;br /&gt;~i know i will ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1080205655555662076?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1080205655555662076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1080205655555662076&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1080205655555662076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1080205655555662076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/speed-racer-slow-down.html' title='speed racer, slow down!'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-7412156039260873473</id><published>2008-06-11T21:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:46:35.182+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, im a girl/guy</title><content type='html'>what wud u do if ur a girl but u have testis?&lt;br /&gt;1. cut ur balls?&lt;br /&gt;2. keep it n just act normal as b4(xcept dat nw ur a gurl with testis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not talking dirty or anytin, but its medically proven. in House at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a supermodel at 15, great body, beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;but she has a pair of testis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house said dat evry embryo in uterus develop testis. if u r meant to b a gurl, the testis will stop growing n u'll hv a pair of ovaries instead. if not, ur a guy n u know what u'll get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if sumtin's wrong with ur body when ur an embryo, ur testis might stop growing but it will stil be thre but u can't see or feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scary. n im thankful dat im normal. well, at least im not totally insane =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-7412156039260873473?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/7412156039260873473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=7412156039260873473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7412156039260873473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/7412156039260873473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-im-girlguy.html' title='hello, im a girl/guy'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-1113080916501124520</id><published>2008-06-09T14:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:01:29.514+10:00</updated><title type='text'>could u pls wait another 10 mins?</title><content type='html'>kt xam hall td, x smpi 30 mins after it started, there were couple of guys angkat tgn.&lt;br /&gt;ingtkn diorg nk g toilet ke ape, skali nk anta da paper. bru 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;either terer gle or da give up nk jwb.&lt;br /&gt;mse mid sem dlu, 10 min pas xam stat da ader org kuar.&lt;br /&gt;gle tol org aussie ni...haha&lt;br /&gt;tp td diorg sme x ley kuar, sbb ape x taw&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i was trying really hard to concentrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;no&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuh, it was really a challange&lt;br /&gt;chem yg susah + menstrual cramp = nk nangis T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, u wont understand, 4eva, what it feels like...so b thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-1113080916501124520?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/1113080916501124520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=1113080916501124520&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1113080916501124520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/1113080916501124520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/could-u-pls-wait-another-10-mins.html' title='could u pls wait another 10 mins?'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8851434437057481645</id><published>2008-06-08T02:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:06:50.958+10:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8851434437057481645?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/8851434437057481645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=8851434437057481645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8851434437057481645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/8851434437057481645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-8722570182128139151</id><published>2008-06-06T00:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:12:53.481+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sbb birthday dia</title><content type='html'>huhu...ibu 1st, pas2 wan, pas2 bean n lia!!...hehe&lt;br /&gt;complete da...&lt;br /&gt;n esk...nk mkn bnyk...sbb diorg suh&lt;br /&gt;kalo gmok...slhkn diorg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im 20...years YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-8722570182128139151?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-2024308193375665085</id><published>2008-06-05T00:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:33:36.822+10:00</updated><title type='text'>time2 yg xbest</title><content type='html'>bnyk kali gak da go tru time2 yg x best...cm td...pg library..pnuh!&lt;br /&gt;apsal la diorg sme tetbe rajin...b4 dis x pnah ader pon...x best lgsg&lt;br /&gt;pas2 time xbest gak ble lapar, nk mkn..&lt;br /&gt;tp ble bkak fridge, x taw nk mkn ape...&lt;br /&gt;kalo bkak fridge xde mknan, lg la...&lt;br /&gt;pas2 kalo tgu bus ke train ke, rse cm da on time, tp bus x on time....lg skali x best&lt;br /&gt;then kalo plan nk kuar, skali hujan...x best gak..&lt;br /&gt;pas2 kalo nk bwt keje, tp xde smgt...(cm skrg)&lt;br /&gt;sbb tu im writing my blog rite nw...&lt;br /&gt;pny la bnyk lg mse x best...&lt;br /&gt;x best kn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-2024308193375665085?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2024308193375665085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=2024308193375665085&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2024308193375665085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/536358223636165989/posts/default/2024308193375665085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/2008/06/time2-yg-xbest.html' title='time2 yg xbest'/><author><name>tmah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14848496001186343118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xv5p3jsnG-0/SUsLLti7ZkI/AAAAAAAAACE/3rS0Mmcw89M/S220/Image167.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-536358223636165989.post-2458582868088714936</id><published>2008-06-03T19:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:35:02.258+10:00</updated><title type='text'>groceries shopping</title><content type='html'>today i went out with lia n bean to grab some stuff...&lt;br /&gt;1. meat (chicken n beef)&lt;br /&gt;2. dairy stuff (milk, eggs, butter)&lt;br /&gt;3. fruits and vegies&lt;br /&gt;4. junk food(chips and soda)&lt;br /&gt;5. chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp ble blk...tetbe cm brg lg bynk dr list...ble tgk2 blk...hm...ada brg2 xtra&lt;br /&gt;mcm2 lak tu&lt;br /&gt;tp nk bwt cne...its winter and we love to eat...its nt our fault&lt;br /&gt;well..i think its better to spend money on food..cause i dun mind...at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if u ppl know any good place to eat, let me noe!...mamak ke, restaurant ke, warung ke...&lt;br /&gt;pisang goreng pon blh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da bpe kali mimpi mkn kropok lekor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x sbrnye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/536358223636165989-2458582868088714936?l=sharifahs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharifahs.blogspot.com/feeds/2458582868088714936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=536358223636165989&amp;postID=2458582868088714936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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