<?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-38513234</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:11:45.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syirah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>581</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5014253739580646702</id><published>2009-12-06T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:50:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>i've seen it coming and i nvr expect too much. neither do i pin any hopes on it. i was prepared to face it. weirdly, i did not feel sad nor down. i was happy just like how he was. finally he's no longer a virgin in relationship. he plucked up his courage to tell her and it's official now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to focus on what i really want right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5014253739580646702?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5014253739580646702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5014253739580646702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2730880985170007602</id><published>2009-11-24T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:55:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first and last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SwrMM4yaw2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/Q_cumeTWMIM/s1600/a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SwrMM4yaw2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/Q_cumeTWMIM/s400/a6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407358824386052962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, how i wish i am good with words. there are thousands of things that i wanted to jot down here to be kept as memories and wanting to read it again in the future. however, i always fail when it comes to expressing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless, i wanna say that i had the best experience and memories recently. it was my first time on stage performing. performing have nvr been my interest but i do enjoy watching others perform. recently, i got a chance to act on stage in front of 1200 audiences. not only that, i got to perform dikir barat too! i've nvr imagine myself on stage performing but i just did it! with the help and guidance from my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in future, im going to miss this and i knw i will no longer perform on stage when i started working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks all for this memorable experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2730880985170007602?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2730880985170007602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2730880985170007602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-and-last.html' title='my first and last.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SwrMM4yaw2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/Q_cumeTWMIM/s72-c/a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-470190854257748241</id><published>2009-10-29T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:31:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never judge me.</title><content type='html'>im not immature. i've learnt a lot in life which thought me what's wrg and right. im bloody 19 and if u think just because u are older than me, you are much wiser. even someone whose age is 30 can be behaving like some 18 year old. i nvr declare myself as a good person and neither can u judge whether im a good person. who are u to judge me when it wasn't u who created me and when u don't even knw me. there's always god who i can turn to and only He knows whats in my heart and whether i have bad intention. atleast im not behaving like some drunkard who turn to alcohol as my cure. i still have mission in life to accomplish than to be bothered abt these things. and if u think i should stop using God's name as an excuse to prove that im a good person, then i think u are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a human being where i do still have my flaws. if im a perfect person, i might as well be an angel than a human.  i learn how to be good, close to God but i nvr learn how to be a perfect human being without any sins. im going through a good life. with friends, family that care a lot about me. there's nothing more that i can ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-470190854257748241?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/470190854257748241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/470190854257748241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-judge-me.html' title='never judge me.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2641462315497972050</id><published>2009-09-28T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:03:46.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of F1 and Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;to be honest, im not a fan of F1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was watching F1 at uncle's place and i realized how beautiful our country is. &lt;div&gt;the skyscrapers, lights... simply just like monaco and those race track that u saw in the arcade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man in white really makes our country prosperous and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a proud singaporean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2641462315497972050?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2641462315497972050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2641462315497972050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-f1-and-singapore.html' title='of F1 and Singapore'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7299619205674539746</id><published>2009-09-22T19:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:33:25.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i spent most of the time sleeping during raya visits due to the lack of slp on the night of raya. i went to bed at 12am and woke up at 4am in the morning to get ready. i hafta go off back to Kampung and i didn't manage to slp in the car cause dad was driving at 160km/h. no joke. i feel like i was on F1 track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment i reach kampung, i slept together with Elydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sri0kKojJJI/AAAAAAAAEaI/u3behFjhSbY/s400/raya+35.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moment i reach aunt's house, i slept again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sri0Ax3YwwI/AAAAAAAAEaA/oTF52CgxaRA/s400/raya+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my brief summary of my first day hari raya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to all friends for the wishes be it in FB, MSN, SMSes. i hope u all had a great raya this year despite me getting lesser collection. but it's the time with friends and families that matters most. i would like to seek for forgiveness if i had done anything wrong to u or did something which you dislike. afterall, im just human that can't escape from mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then, selamat hari raya. maaf zahir dan batin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7299619205674539746?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7299619205674539746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7299619205674539746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-hari-raya.html' title='First day of Hari Raya'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sri0kKojJJI/AAAAAAAAEaI/u3behFjhSbY/s72-c/raya+35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1978057249328044613</id><published>2009-09-20T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:20:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>selamat hari raya aidilfitri to all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be going back to kampung early in the morning after subuh prayers and i still havent pack my stuffs. will be back in singapore in the noon. take care of yourself and hope u enjoy your day later on. dress up well, girls! time to put on that make up, beautiful accessories, new clothes and also, the high heels. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then, goodbye. will update about raya soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;keampunan ku pohon sekiranya aku yang berdosa. (;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1978057249328044613?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1978057249328044613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1978057249328044613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4915014486620986730</id><published>2009-09-14T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:21:34.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty of friendship</title><content type='html'>no matter how good or bad my friends are, i have the right to choose. it's not always about influence. did u see me change in any way then? did i just had my piercing done? did i just left my friends for another group friends? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each and everyone of my friends have their own speciality that matches with parts of my characters. to think that some people could just forsake some friends just because of one small thing is totally ridiculous. friends are like your lover/bf/fiance/husband. they mean the world to u. who do u come running to when u have problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never imagine life without friends and the close ones. each day we make new friends and it's totally a blessing from God to show or remind us that we are not alone in this world. there are others to be with us throughout our life in this world. never will i trade any of my friendships for anything else cause friends are like gems that are priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bank or credit on which we can draw supplies of confidence, counsel, sympathy, help and love.&lt;br /&gt;a watch which beats true for all time, and never "runs down."&lt;br /&gt;a balancing pole to him who walks across the tight rope of life.&lt;br /&gt;the link in life's long chain that bears the greatest strain.&lt;br /&gt;a harbor of refuge from the stormy waves of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;one who considers my need before my deserving.&lt;br /&gt;the jewel that shines brightest in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;a stimulant to the nobler side of our nature.&lt;br /&gt;a star of hope in the clouds of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;a diamond in the ring of acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship-one soul in two bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the beauty of friendship in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4915014486620986730?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4915014486620986730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4915014486620986730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-of-friendship.html' title='beauty of friendship'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4689360337441497315</id><published>2009-09-10T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:42:03.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed nationality</title><content type='html'>i've been making people guessing what's my race and nationality eversince i grow older. people just can't decide what race i am cause they will keep asking or assuming. so i've got people judging that im an Indonesian. do i look like a freaking maid here? okay let's assume what they mean is that i look like those sinetron actress like Revalina, Nia.. aku tau aku tak tau malu. but can't help it sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while some think that i look like a filipino. hello? i ain't christian. Muslim okayy.. i no longer wear the necklace with the big 'I' as my pendant cause most of them thought it was a CROSS. I simply stands for my name Insyirah. get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next, Vietnamese. i got no comments on this. simply said, they must be lacking of eyes. we need more optometrist for them, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, Thailand. wah, my classmates like to call me a Thai and they even wanted me to have my IC change! i got no idea why but i think it's because i look like a Thai and sound like one. but hey, im purely a LADY! no change of sex here! and one more thing, i ASSUME i look like those HOT Thai LADY. (read: LADY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the main purpose of this post is to story about this old guy that i met in the train few days back. the train was packed and as usual i had to stand although im like the needy person there. so there's this 3 old guys sitting down right in front of me. i didn't really look at their faces and they look like they are in their mid 40s. to be precise, they are malays/islam. im not trying to discriminate them here but hey, look at the way they talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old man 1 was on the phone with his friend and telling his friend that he's working night shift. he introduce himself by saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, im Star.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAR?! YOUR NAME IS STAR?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then well hello, my name is "SABIT". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok moving on, i turned to look at him and i realized where he gt his name from. HIS TATTOO under the eye. he was talking so loudly in the train about him not fasting and being so proud of it. AS A MUSLIM, I WAS ASHAMED! Kafir all around looking at him. i tell u, this kind of people will be the one u see hanging out at Bazaar Geylang and be the ones who will grab baju kurung! enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he looked at me cause i was starring weirdly at him. he asked his friends next to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ni melayu eh?" (translation: this girl malay eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his friend just nod his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he waved at me and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"melayu eh?" &lt;br /&gt;i shake my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"filipino?"&lt;br /&gt;i shake my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thai?"&lt;br /&gt;i shake my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"indon? vietnam?"&lt;br /&gt;i just shake my head all the time and i give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard him telling his friends then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aku rasa dia indon ader, filipino ader.." (translation: he thinks that i look like an indon or filipino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love making this people guess where i am from. let's just hope that the old mans taubat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, don't i look like a malay and singaporean to u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4689360337441497315?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4689360337441497315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4689360337441497315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/09/mixed-nationality.html' title='mixed nationality'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-142395505540184184</id><published>2009-08-31T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:48:37.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AtLife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;three months had passed and it feels like only yesterday i just came for the internship here at AtLife. i remember sitting at the front desk with SH while waiting for Ms Yanty to arrived. we started off abit slow. we were behind time in terms of completing our project and there's lots of things needed to be learn here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the environment here is awesome. colleagues all friendly and caring. everyday they will joke cause majority are guys here. we are divided into 2. one is called the dark room, the other called bright room. SH and I are in the dark room together with other media colleagues. the bright room is only for the sales person and the front desk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember the time when my shoe just had to screw me. that was the day where im going out with my girls to Mumbai. i can't possibly walk with a 'broken' shoe right. my colleagues was kind enough to give me the super glue to fix it back. and one i will nvr forget how Uncle Karim will tease SH and I. matchmaking us with guys from the office or anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a warm welcome for us to this company and i can't believe that it will be my last day today. fyi, i worked extra 2 wks here and it still ended fast. as i took the journey here, walked up the hill, passed the Hindu Temple, 1929 hotel and chinatown hotel, i try to rmbr this always. a place where i had my first internship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im done for the first semester today. next semester, i will be back in school for my study path. insya`Allah, i'll be able to complete everything and graduate next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the dark room. the company is reallly small and they uses Apple products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sps5CUnYagI/AAAAAAAAEZo/9SJQxCNeOBQ/s400/P1020772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is SH and I desk. we had to bring our own laptop to here though. the bright light outside is the bright room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sps5C3jfAkI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xcWlCWK1HU4/s400/P1020773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we had a wonderful time here. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-142395505540184184?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/142395505540184184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/142395505540184184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/atlife.html' title='AtLife'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sps5CUnYagI/AAAAAAAAEZo/9SJQxCNeOBQ/s72-c/P1020772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4234249209457699630</id><published>2009-08-28T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:37:02.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>banned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Malaysia bans Muslims from attending the Black Eyed Peas concert in KL next month."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;just wat's wrg in attending the concert. seriously. just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;because the event is organized by Irish beer giant Guinness. might as well u just banned the group from coming and stop wasting their time there. the prohibition comes amid a clampdown on alcohol consumption among Malaysia's Muslim majority. if that's the case, they should just be like Brunei. banned alcohol from entering the country. no night life where everyone goes back home right after work and slp early. im not trying to be against this cause im a muslim myself and i believe that a true muslim wont get influenced by bad doings easily no matter where they are or who they are with. if their faith is strong, they won't be consuming alcohol even if there's 1000 of ppl ard him doing so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;last month they had a case of a model needed to be cane just because she consumed alcohol. this is not our job to deal with them. it's their own sins and responsibility. why get involved? the only thing we can do is to advise them. Islam didn't state that u need to be cane when drinking alcohol. u only need to be cane 100 times if u have sex before marriage. watever that model did, let Allah punish her but not us. it's common to see muslims drinking ard in a pub or club. not only in malaysia but in other countries too. so why not caned each and every muslim then. the person u shud cane are those who had pre-marital sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;but don't just banned someone from going to a concert just because it's being organized by a beer company. cause we humans, in life have the right to choose on what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;p/s. im not a big fan of Black Eyed Peas though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4234249209457699630?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4234249209457699630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4234249209457699630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/banned.html' title='banned'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-180637999838315693</id><published>2009-08-25T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:10:18.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>thanks to twitter, i rarely blog nowadays. most of my updates are there and no longer here in this blog. but im sure that i will update whenever i wanna rant or share my thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meanwhile, follow me at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nurinsyirah18"&gt;www.twitter.com/nurinsyirah18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am really active on twitter. u can see me twittering away most of the time. be it random stuffs or chats within friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then, goodnite friends and selamat berpuasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-180637999838315693?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/180637999838315693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/180637999838315693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6328041096408489285</id><published>2009-08-20T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:32:24.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye</title><content type='html'>just lost my handphone and not planning to get a new one. i don't wanna buy a hp just for the sake of buying. i wanna buy something i like and not impromptu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to iqah for keep on calling my phone till someone picks up and just decided to off my hp. that person mintak kena sula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to sa for lending me his phone and sim card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to efwat for laughing all the time. that make me tk jadi nk feel sedih. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to all 3 of u for helping me look for my hp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye SE G900. im gonna miss u. ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6328041096408489285?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6328041096408489285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6328041096408489285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-302681768846680551</id><published>2009-08-17T10:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:04:16.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i better start blogging before i proceed on with my work right here in the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, most of my friends are snoring in bed and waiting to party but here i am working. not because i was told to extend but SH and I are working here as part timers till end of the month before they issue our paycheck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not a bad thing working here anyways. good environment, good colleagues and what more, SH and I just bought some groceries last week so that we can eat while working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to blog about last saturday. GG had a gathering at ECP and as usual, it was not disappointing at all. it's amazing how this people nvr make me bored to death. there's always something to do and something to talk about that makes us laugh like there's tomorrow. and i wish the day will nvr end. it's been so long since we last met up and the last time we had a get together was more than 3 months ago. naqiah is planning the next outing. uhhh.. finally. heh. u gotta check out our videos. the telematch, our very own video clip and campfire singing. to be uploaded at facebook by Wani. so just wait and see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The GG boys. Things in charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Soi7ud1lpJI/AAAAAAAAEW4/LI4HkWxXj0M/s400/P1030827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The GG girls. Food in charge and as usual, picture crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Soi7vC4MixI/AAAAAAAAEXA/9mVymehNtlA/s400/P1030829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Soi7vzf9GSI/AAAAAAAAEXI/r99xB25UqyE/s400/P1030839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Soi7wZX_P3I/AAAAAAAAEXQ/rsOjdcsbTjQ/s400/P1030842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We let the boys do all the BBQ and men related stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Soi7xCtPnvI/AAAAAAAAEXY/xCbFkVsvuYU/s400/P1030843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food that was brought by us, girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from top: Chocolate brownie cake, Satay Goreng, Cream Puff and mee goreng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojAFUF2plI/AAAAAAAAEXg/4w_MnuPAZBE/s400/P1030832-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While the boys are busy with BBQ-ing, we took pictures by the beach. thanks to Rina's tripod stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojAFpybiTI/AAAAAAAAEXo/5Z_5Y54Pn7M/s400/P1030854-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojAGee18LI/AAAAAAAAEXw/_lJmp-i1Pcc/s400/P1030860-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cocok udang. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojBuqed_TI/AAAAAAAAEYA/61xOWBGgL2U/s400/P1030863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food Bodyguard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojBuEV_RtI/AAAAAAAAEX4/Z8K_tCui4Lg/s400/P1030862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling drama Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojBvOrpGjI/AAAAAAAAEYI/Zwkudu6-j74/s400/P1030868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready for our games. We are Team Lembik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojDUi9snTI/AAAAAAAAEYo/osEq2Y3ZgZI/s400/P1030889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Team Maut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojDUN0RzpI/AAAAAAAAEYg/fomxQ8NbkJg/s400/P1030887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Details of the game will be explained through the video. Check FB soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iman look like he's a small kid crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojBwWvn0jI/AAAAAAAAEYY/-i7-YoceGDs/s400/P1030884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GG w/o Fatin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojBvzfqsyI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/glib0O4L31A/s400/P1030872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were enjoying their time in the pool and i wished i could join them. But just too bad cause i was having that time of the month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojDVCT3ZpI/AAAAAAAAEYw/TAdsMAT8GbA/s400/P1030899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buried Fizul since he's the birthday boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojDVtLgKKI/AAAAAAAAEY4/_YPsXztrktk/s400/P1030913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Extreme Makeover. Pretty right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojDWle-NOI/AAAAAAAAEZA/go0Kws8lelQ/s400/P1030915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our dinner together by the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojD-rkOXbI/AAAAAAAAEZI/xrWgmrFY_PQ/s400/P1030920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Fizul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojD_FX1DLI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/pNyCkA7xbBo/s400/P1030922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers to our Friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojD_y7fixI/AAAAAAAAEZY/gvLHr-cOecI/s400/P1030931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly, your mabok friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo, Syirah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SojEAYg_UXI/AAAAAAAAEZg/dKPEl3d6X3k/s400/P1030932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 67, 135); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Anais Nin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-302681768846680551?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/302681768846680551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/302681768846680551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/gg-outing.html' title='GG Outing'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Soi7ud1lpJI/AAAAAAAAEW4/LI4HkWxXj0M/s72-c/P1030827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4523651918732567069</id><published>2009-08-12T11:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:33:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairstyles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They say that a lady hair is their crown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your hair defines how beautiful u look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us look better in either curly, straight, long or short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just here to share the hairstyles that i used to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my original hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's messy and wavy. with the fact that i really have difficulty in combing my hair cause the texture was rough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoI0_TXJWaI/AAAAAAAAEWw/l9CjZhTmEkc/s400/in61.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was irritated with the fact that i can't let go of my hair or it will look like im a missing lion from the Taman Negara. so i decided to soften it by doing a softening treatment. it look so much better compared to my previous hair and i have no problem letting it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIyvvZNBYI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/e1GfkQDJKlY/s400/in70.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's also make it easier for me to bun up my hair and pleat it without having to deal with 'kusut' hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIywNop3hI/AAAAAAAAEWY/GhdIRCicYNo/s400/in101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIyBj1XGyI/AAAAAAAAEVw/axVJ8QJJl7o/s400/P1010803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after which, i decided to perm it for raya. however, the perm only last for 5 months cause its not easy to take cure of perm-ed hair. the lotion itself is expensive. lots of money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIyw9ologI/AAAAAAAAEWg/BG-MQpmG8kg/s400/in122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hence, i decided to rebond and dyed it blonde. it was so cheap at Batam that i couldn't resist it. so this is how i look initially after the rebond and dyed, Golden Monkey. i even tried bangs and it really look sucky on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIyAokH09I/AAAAAAAAEVg/SeiAMsJYreE/s400/golden%2520monkey.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIyBEUv6NI/AAAAAAAAEVo/Go1RZuhtEfA/s400/DSC05688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Naqiah, did this on my hair during our break. i still can remember my classmate reaction when i walked into the class. they thought they haf just saw an African wanted girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIx_48vm9I/AAAAAAAAEVY/Kd7i26hQp4g/s400/DSC00015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all those hairstyles with long hair, i finally decided on this. to cut my hair short. i spent 6 yrs with my long hair and doing all kinds of things to it. i guess its time to haf a simple hairstyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is how i look like currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoIzmarBkhI/AAAAAAAAEWo/owS43YkMVmE/s400/DSC00042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've not yet try balding. maybe i should, in my dreams. once bald, there's no crown! or maybe, just start to wear it when im fully ready. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4523651918732567069?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4523651918732567069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4523651918732567069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/hairstyles.html' title='Hairstyles'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoI0_TXJWaI/AAAAAAAAEWw/l9CjZhTmEkc/s72-c/in61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2921565426823524589</id><published>2009-08-11T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:46:28.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoD3dV2ixxI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/uhmJCKlpCqs/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoD3dV2ixxI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/uhmJCKlpCqs/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368562839279814418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone have to move on one day. i know that we have to adapt and accept the changes that is going to enter in our life day by day. be it with friends or anyone u ever knw. i nvr like moving on. being seperate and being different from my close friends. i adapt easily to new environment and it seems like i do have a split personality. Rose and Naqiah are one of my ever close friends. i can't be alone. i need them as my backbone and support besides my family. even if i do get married one day, i will still need them. i can nvr imagine myself being away from them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i do have other friends but only to this 2 that i could talk heart to heart with. the two of them haf different character. totally different. but it nvr really bother me cause no matter what their characters are, i still love them the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever im with Naqiah, i feel so secured and safe. it's like she's a big sister to me(note:im older than her by 3 months. hah!). she gave advises that always makes me think and ponder. she's much more mature than i do. she is a decent girl with a decent character and i really find it sweet. we have the same taste when it comes to shopping and we enjoyed each other company. i tend to be as decent as her whenever im with her. it comes naturally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for Rose, she's a party kind of person and i tend to go wild when im with her. basically we do everything together cause we know each other since we were 5. whatever she likes, thats wat i like too. we nvr have problem meeting and shopping. we tend to agree with one another decision quickly and nvr hesitate. be it about money matters or the place we wanna eat. and yes, i miss our McCafe hanging out session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never wanna move on or move away from my friends. im sure we gonna make it through the rain together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2921565426823524589?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2921565426823524589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2921565426823524589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-rain.html' title='Through the rain'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SoD3dV2ixxI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/uhmJCKlpCqs/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1303774544565315620</id><published>2009-08-06T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:33:44.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xabi Alonso</title><content type='html'>if there is ever one thing that can make me feel sad for a few hrs, it will be Football news. what i mean by sad is not that i will literally cry or mourn over it. but it's the feeling of disappointment. i've always want my fave club, Anfield, to have the best players. they don't have to be world class player, popular by names or etc. but a rising star. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i was reading the news online when i got to find out that Xabi Alonso is moving to Real Madrid. i quickly find my 2 best fellow liverpool mates which is Aameer and Hamesh online. i talked most about it with Hamesh and we both feel the lost. it just feel like yesterday when we were at the stadium shouting Alonso name and singing his song. with banners going, 'pls stay Alonso'. it seems just like yesterday when i saw him on the boat with fellow liverpool mates and now it seems like he's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Alonso have a big impact on Liverpool supporters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is because of his master pass. remember the 2005 UEFA champions league final in Istanbul? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was one of the heroes. Liverpool was down 3-2 and he equalized by scoring the 3rd goal although initially he missed the penalty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember looking out for him whenever it come to big matches cause i knw he will be one of the best together with Gerarrd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alonso will be leaving but we hafta move on and accept Alberto Aquilani to the squad. let's hope he is better and bring us to glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1303774544565315620?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1303774544565315620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1303774544565315620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/xabi-alonso.html' title='Xabi Alonso'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3463611489174182879</id><published>2009-08-05T10:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:50:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok finally my blogger is back to normal. the reason why i've nt blogged for the past few day is that my blogger screwed up. hence, i have to keep delaying my entry post about my awesome last 2 weekends. i know its outdated. i just can't help it but to blog about it although im not that enthu as last 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on 25th July, i went to Clarke Quay to catch my fave boys. they were so near yet so far. i was left dumbfounded when Torres was just right in front of my eyes. too dumbfounded that i forgot to take his pic. i ran here and there to catch a glimpse of them. if i were to do the same for my 2.4km the other day, confirm i will pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was while waiting for the boat to arrive. they stated 1.30pm. but we waited till almost 2.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj3zu2N3RI/AAAAAAAAES4/-d_NiSaEq00/s400/IMG_1058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Banners for the Liverpool Players.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj3z-mR3XI/AAAAAAAAETA/A4CUtW1svHw/s400/IMG_1060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, it arrived. Can't help it but to take lots of Torres pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj30BLb9NI/AAAAAAAAETI/TR2E0Q3pLtY/s400/IMG_1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj4yKIAH-I/AAAAAAAAETg/9kwncKKntA8/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj30nK2U5I/AAAAAAAAETQ/aoX8SRdNjJk/s400/IMG_1067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj4yefHsxI/AAAAAAAAETo/Hf-N6tBmZGk/s400/IMG_1086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj4ykc55kI/AAAAAAAAETw/oldch_Z_cOw/s400/IMG_1087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our fave coach Rafael Benitez and the infamous goalkeeper, Pepe Reina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj304P-VtI/AAAAAAAAETY/JbxlT1MGocQ/s400/IMG_1070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj4zMio0ZI/AAAAAAAAET4/7bfFt_OmAVE/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on sunday, it was the match itself. i meet up with Aameer, Salihin and his friend at the stadium. the previous night, i slept at 6am cause i hang out with my cousins for sheesha and breakfast at the airport. having to wake up at 12pm since mum woke me up to go to 2 weddings. i had lack of slp and therefore i slept during the 10 mins of the match. thank god i was not caught on the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached the stadium ard 5pm and it's very hot. i mean hot and not warm! i was sweating so badly in my long sleeve jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj4zbS8eVI/AAAAAAAAEUA/Xy5KdxHGg5Q/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, we got a free scarf only entitled to those seating at the Kop Stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj5_NrIAtI/AAAAAAAAEUI/bl6dyFhMElw/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj5_h5kTKI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/ZUu6O1NfUdU/s400/IMG_1128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the atmosphere despite the hot weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj6AN9eQoI/AAAAAAAAEUY/Mo9ik-oSLh8/s400/IMG_1129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aameer feeling feeling he's at Anfield. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj6Ag_lRQI/AAAAAAAAEUg/zEcWy0JbGa4/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thousands of fanatic fans at the Kop Stand where we were seated. Too bad Hamesh and Taufik was at the other side which is the grandstand. too rich already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj6Aw9Jk5I/AAAAAAAAEUo/l1jjyjDjNTc/s400/6373_1129698734466_1587168517_321629_1445961_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pics taken during the match cause the camera die on me. Nevertheless, it was good so that i could concentrate fully on the match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Final Scoreline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj9Q9NAZBI/AAAAAAAAEU4/P0AJFJVyd2Q/s400/final+scoreline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had fun with these people. From the back, Salihin, Shafir, Me and Aameer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj9Qi7FhcI/AAAAAAAAEUw/PppFVJC5EHc/s400/DSC00003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met up with Hamesh after the match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj9RHN1dXI/AAAAAAAAEVA/3p6AkKBSpDA/s400/hamesh+and+i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj9RcDnKgI/AAAAAAAAEVI/CGDw0Z9FJjY/s400/me,+meer+and+mesh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did not proceed back home after the match. Instead, we waited for their bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything about the match, atmosphere was Awesome. If only i could turn back time, this will be one of the day that i want to relive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;$88 is nothing compared to the fun we had during the match with other fellow supporters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it was all worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hope to be in Anfield to witness and relive this moment once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anfield, here I come in 20**.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is a dream come true for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3463611489174182879?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3463611489174182879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3463611489174182879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-come-true.html' title='A dream come true'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Snj3zu2N3RI/AAAAAAAAES4/-d_NiSaEq00/s72-c/IMG_1058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3433470160245733984</id><published>2009-07-28T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:57:15.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERROR</title><content type='html'>what's wrong with blogger for not being able to upload pictures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3433470160245733984?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3433470160245733984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3433470160245733984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/error.html' title='ERROR'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7542123337315045324</id><published>2009-07-21T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:29:47.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool FC</title><content type='html'>im very excited that i have sleepess nights and wished that i could just take an MC on friday just to see my favourite club coming. i dun mind camping at the hotel they are staying or stay at the airport. yes, im a fanatic liverpool supporter no matter what others think of Liverpool. we each have our own favourite and i respect that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friend said that Stevie and Torres won't be playing for the game. but seriously, if u are a true fan, u knw that it is not abt an individual but as a team. look on a brighter side. there's not only 2 players in a club but more than that. let's hope that im able to take pictures with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really can't wait for this saturday and sunday. i know this is random. but this is something i love since young. Liverpool FC. and it have always been a dream to fly to Anfield and watch their match. if u think im only talking abt the good looking players, then u are wrg. ask me questions about football and i'll be glad to answer it. unlike some random girls who mcm paham knows abt it. just because there's a handsome player in that team. totally jatuhkan maruah my club. u shud knw who im referring to Naqiah. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7542123337315045324?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7542123337315045324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7542123337315045324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/liverpool-fc.html' title='Liverpool FC'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6200898540001027110</id><published>2009-07-21T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T10:23:50.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be strong.</title><content type='html'>It's okay, we all feel hurt some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all loose our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to be strong and get up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to fight for what you believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it will slip away, right through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words do hurt, but just push them aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hurt you feel, don’t keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in this world can be cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t let them hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could hurt yourself worse, then they could ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be strong through this stormy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that in the morning, everything’s going to be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may u always be strong and get through this shit smoothly. haf faith in Allah. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6200898540001027110?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6200898540001027110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6200898540001027110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-strong.html' title='be strong.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7681871480760302679</id><published>2009-07-17T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:01:47.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendships that will never be forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;can we ever turn back time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there's only our laughter that can be heard down the pathway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there's only our voice that sings along to all kinds of songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there's only our jokes that makes the mrt livelier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where there's only 3 of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were inseparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we share almost everything. heart to heart matters, the funniest moments we ever encountered, our crushes and even about our dates. we can't wait to find out who get married first and the most funniest part is to give birth together on the bed side by side supporting each other. we even wonder when we will ever grow up cause we are always so childish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fatin, remember we used to peak on Naqiah when she's riding a bike for the first time. we hide behind the walls just to make sure she get on the bike safely. it was already late at night but we waited just because we are worried about her. we even planned to sleep next door on Naqiah's first night. for wat, we also don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time flies so fast and finally today we realized that we have grown up. someone more mature and we have find our own path. but someday, i pray to God that the path will lead us back together. deep down in my heart, i miss u girls so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i wish i nvr grow up but this is the reality that we have to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sl9XweIPP3I/AAAAAAAAESw/PIshFENS-5c/s400/Fridays+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause no matter wat, i love u like my own sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7681871480760302679?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7681871480760302679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7681871480760302679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendships-that-will-never-be.html' title='friendships that will never be forgotten.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sl9XweIPP3I/AAAAAAAAESw/PIshFENS-5c/s72-c/Fridays+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8123844159714168579</id><published>2009-07-13T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:26:55.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>search your conscience</title><content type='html'>as usual, i took the bus today and thank god, its not that full compared to the previous bus which i missed just because i left my wallet at the shoe shelf. luckily my unit is at the furthest end and no one noticed my wallet. if not, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a seat and to be precise, a seat where i doubt that needy people will go to. im like those kind who will look for seats cause i knw my journey is far. my friends know that i can't stand for too long or else i will be giddy. there's a few times where this happened when im on my way to school and the train was fully packed. im just weak because of my low blood pressure in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was at the bus stop after Bukit Panjang(note: it usually gets full at phoenix lrt stop), an old apek board the bus and he is limping! but how inconsiderate of this people. they saw him, but did nothing. pretending to look away or pretending to be blind! he was there looking for seats and no one wanted to give up their seat. saving their ass is better. being a good samaritan, i gave up my seat altho my bag is heavy. im carrying a laptop for goodness sake and those people don't even have any bags with them. this makes me a needy person too right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that old man kept saying thank you to me and the feeling is totally great. to be able to care for others. i believe in karma but whatever attitude and actions that those people gave him was totally too much. if i follow my heart, i will totally kick them in the ass. so much of promoting kindness. this is Singaporean for u. kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't deny im one of them when it comes to shopping. only shopping okay. &lt;br /&gt;till then, be kind and u will be blessed. insya`Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. iPhone 3GS sold out! how rich can Singaporean be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8123844159714168579?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8123844159714168579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8123844159714168579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/search-your-conscience.html' title='search your conscience'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6983639901426651434</id><published>2009-07-12T22:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:01:05.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a well spent day with my girl friends last friday. we head down to Little India for some eating spree and make up spree. although all of us was tired from work and school, we managed to meet down and let everything go. never did i regret going out with u girls who made my day. if others go pub for drinking after work to enjoy time with friends, we went out to eat and enjoy our time together. we went to 3 food places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first one was where we had our individual meal. chappati sets, thosai masala and pratas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln7H7lY2HI/AAAAAAAAEQI/S_P8f9Oohdk/s400/P1030354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln_aTnU2RI/AAAAAAAAERg/xce6_oMlt-U/s400/mumbai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then we shopped at Mustafa Center for some make ups and look at a few of their clothes. as usual, we get crazy and start to play ard with stuffs available there.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln7ITdlNtI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/vXvLIyJebtQ/s400/P1030365.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln8lQTU7MI/AAAAAAAAEQg/BoUMhjihWSs/s400/P1030372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln7InNnFdI/AAAAAAAAEQY/xoKT8AtAkBM/s400/P1030371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln8mHhNsHI/AAAAAAAAEQw/8auQUpgpaU0/s400/P1030378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln8mUfHTnI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/dEa6_8HLONE/s400/P1030387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advertising for colgate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln8l_OYyeI/AAAAAAAAEQo/kWCSUMpcF8Y/s400/P1030375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the second place we went to was some unknown restaurant. we went there just to eat laddoo and ladee. except for the laddoo which is quite hard, everything was good. had a good time there too. i bet u can see from our expressions. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SloDxtDTOdI/AAAAAAAAESY/ITa23Kh7vVk/s400/mumbai3.jpg" width="450" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the third makan place we went was Usman Restaurant. i swear i can't stop laughing with the girls cause i think this was the highlight of the whole trip. the waiter there was so friendly that he came to our table now and then. nabilla kept sayin "50% discount eh." "free tak ni tissue?" haha. shud be there to witness everything. laugh too much till i cried. to be precise, tears of joy. best lah korang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln_axCwPXI/AAAAAAAAERo/TMvosqlVl-8/s400/mumbai2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SloCP_71BjI/AAAAAAAAESA/VYKCkRjyLZg/s400/P1030400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Member dah mabok. minum byk sangat teh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SloCQD1k4wI/AAAAAAAAESI/mX1zeXgHsYo/s400/P1030415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good times eventually had to end and it's time to head home cause it's already 10:45 by then. time passed so fast whenever you are having fun right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SloDx8rMzKI/AAAAAAAAESg/-ZUtIeI7ijo/s400/mumbai4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SloECRaAEtI/AAAAAAAAESo/MoultbBhiIE/s400/P1030439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more pictures and video uploaded at facebook. just grab it there girls. thank you for the wonderful night. should have it again some time soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love u girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6983639901426651434?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6983639901426651434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6983639901426651434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/mumbai-2009.html' title='Mumbai 2009'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sln7H7lY2HI/AAAAAAAAEQI/S_P8f9Oohdk/s72-c/P1030354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8295859751388946579</id><published>2009-07-10T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:07:45.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little india</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;was late to work today and reached ard 10am. when i woke up, i slap myself just to ensure myself that im dreaming. it was 9am! work starts at 9 and i woke up at 9. run like a marathon to the toilet and do everything fast. malays called it "mandi kerbau". took a cab and there goes my 10 bucks. i can eat good food with 10 bucks u knw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyways, very excited for later trip to Little India with the girls. &lt;div&gt;makan, shop and wat else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, i feel like eating at macdonalds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update again tonite abt the trip. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8295859751388946579?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8295859751388946579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8295859751388946579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-india.html' title='little india'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4687175782395245346</id><published>2009-07-08T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T12:47:40.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Tribute to MJ</title><content type='html'>slept late yday just to watch MJ's public memorial over in the internet. channel 5 was slow and did not catch it live. so i did lay down on my bed wanting to close my eyes with the laptop still on but i was telling myself i cannot miss this cause i wanna see his children and also the family giving a speech. to see his dead body lying there in the coffin seems pretty sad. he's body been undergoing several tests just to find the cause of death. cruel, aren't they? imagine being buried without your brain intact. this is the price he have to pay for the fame huh? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i waited, they sang my fave rendition of I'll be there from Mariah. and finally the family came on stage. from being so slpy, trying to keep myself awake, i actually cried. yes,  i did and i really don't like it. especially when his daughter, Paris Katherine was there expressing her feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i put myself in her shoes. losing a father and not knowing the mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've nvr been a big fan of MJ but i admire his dance. who the hell can dance like him?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now, he's finally resting. away from the papparazzi, away from accusations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he done his part in this world. have u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BWiWxbAlzj/aus=true/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4687175782395245346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-tribute-to-mj.html' title='Last Tribute to MJ'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5166038208531517468</id><published>2009-07-06T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:18:38.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of cravings and good food.</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine, a colleague, a classmate and a cute little girl with bangs is currently craving for so many things. she just celebrated her 19th yesterday and had lots of food during the weekends. a GOOD food to be precise and she is still not over it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today she asked me out to Manhattan Fish Market. can't deny that i've been craving for it too. but it's not as bad as hers. and tomorrow, she forced me to go to Tanjong Pagar to get that Best Muffin in Singapore. i just ate it last friday and i myself can't get enough of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in all, we actually kinda force each other and are craving for the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been eating good food ever since i work. err, help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5166038208531517468?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5166038208531517468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5166038208531517468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-cravings-and-good-food.html' title='of cravings and good food.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4413320914039286616</id><published>2009-07-06T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:43:52.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to be able to blog once again is a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been having a difficult time juggling work, tuitions, ccas and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's start my day off with a positive attitude altho i kinda hate my dressing for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yah, my 19th was a blast and thank you to all the people who made it happen. love u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SlFkvVOMdEI/AAAAAAAAEPo/UABORS6hnTY/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4413320914039286616?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4413320914039286616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4413320914039286616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-joy.html' title='a new joy'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached home quite late, at 3am in the morning and they bought me an ice cream cake. thanks guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while on sunday was well spent with my family. to the IT fair where my brother nw gt a new laptop and then, we had dinner at Selera cause i seriously had enough of pasta, ice cream or watever it is. time for a good time with the rice. haha. plans for s'pore flyer will be next wk! yaay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to mama and papa, thanks for the white gold necklace. i love it so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was 3am in the morning and i was so haggard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SjW05_hiGHI/AAAAAAAAEO8/XkTJ_m4qlHg/s400/P1030186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3310928986251606009?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3310928986251606009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3310928986251606009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-19th.html' title='my 19th.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SjW05_hiGHI/AAAAAAAAEO8/XkTJ_m4qlHg/s72-c/P1030186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8307316139628615521</id><published>2009-06-12T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:10:47.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday is here, again</title><content type='html'>1 more hour to go before i knock off from work to meet Saiful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday and it's time to spend more time with family and friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SjINPWdRYSI/AAAAAAAAEO0/lifwTjv-SVs/s400/200220091466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haf a good weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8307316139628615521?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8307316139628615521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8307316139628615521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-is-here-again.html' title='friday is here, again'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SjINPWdRYSI/AAAAAAAAEO0/lifwTjv-SVs/s72-c/200220091466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-184806439448085306</id><published>2009-06-10T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:41:00.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.J.S</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE JOLENE STEWART IS BACK IN THE HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good friend from primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: HAHA . ello. wa really veri long dint c each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: yah lor. u still live in teck whye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: YUP . u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: yah samee. but hw come didnt see u often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: ya lor.. i onli saw izzah dat tym.. u rmb her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: yahh. i also saw her sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: she still rmb me.. i tot u all will forget me.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: dat tym i tink i saw u goin cck interchange.. waas behind u.. but don dare to call.. u dono me or wrong person . HAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: when was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: eh.. not sure lei.. LOL . now got long hair hor . LOL . sexy ah . HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: haha yahh. become girl alrdy. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: sure or not.. not rough already? veri faminine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: still rough lahh. only appearance like that . hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: LOL . den still pervertic? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: WTH?! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: i rmb we call laura golden breast WTF HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: hahaha! u still rmbr sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: LOL dats lyk cant forget la HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: hahahaa!! wat other things u rmbr?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: dat shi shi sucks lor.. den i told u dat she tinks her voice veri loud den u suddenly shouted and said ur voice louder LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: wth? u still rmbr? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: i still rmb hidayat and daniel i tink.. dey did anklelock on me..at the same tym while i was standin.. WTF LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: haha. that time was wrestling season. everyday we talk abt wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: YEA MAN HAHA but now do u watch? i still do .. my bro buys the vcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: nope. haha. i find it boring. more to soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: LOL so now soccer season HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: LOL! wat else new in life? got bf? HAHA sure got la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syirah: bf? noo. hahaha. who want me. so rough. u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nicole: really meh? last tym also don have? hillary ah HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. it was fun talking to her. good old memories came back. im so touched to know that she remember quite a few things that we shared between us. and hw the hell u still remember that Hillary guy?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shud meet up someday and talk abt the good ol' times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-184806439448085306?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/184806439448085306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/184806439448085306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/06/njs.html' title='N.J.S'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-190476375461805478</id><published>2009-06-09T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:19:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>reached office at ard 9.20am and no one was here except Juli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought breakfast from Macdonald and ate it in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look ard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fix the internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the pantry to get some sugar for my hot tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch Taufik videos since there's no internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, finally online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-190476375461805478?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/190476375461805478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/190476375461805478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-morning.html' title='tuesday morning'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3795649519352153070</id><published>2009-06-08T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:35:23.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was early to work cause i was having a nightmare last night. &lt;br /&gt;started to imagine things and decided to wake up early. i don't wanna be alone at home. instead of spending time in front of the tv, i decided to go to work early altho im not fully awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, together with a hot drink and kaya butter bread that i packed from home, im enjoying it here in the office.&lt;br /&gt;decided to skip lunch since i've eaten tons of food during yesterday kenduri. u haf no idea how heavy i feel now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. don't expect me to update oftenly cause i've been very bzy working day and night which includes tuition in order to save up for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3795649519352153070?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3795649519352153070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3795649519352153070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-early-to-work-cause-i-was-having.html' title=''/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6185392374187712888</id><published>2009-06-01T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:06:50.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>far away land</title><content type='html'>my attempt to blog failed terribly when something bad just happened.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost a bubbly, cheerful close relative of mine yesterday afternoon. it's so sudden and everyone was in shocked. May she rest in peace. Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6185392374187712888?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6185392374187712888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6185392374187712888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/06/far-away-land.html' title='far away land'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5607202594419441110</id><published>2009-05-28T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:06:24.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proud or disgrace?</title><content type='html'>after alighting from CCK, as usual i walked ard at Lot 1 for some good sale on clothes and shoe. i find there aint a need to get some stuffs and hence, i just walked off to the bus stop to wait for my usual bus. i boarded 190 and as u knw, it stops near the CCK polyclinic. and so i sat at one of the seats looking at the passengers boarding the bus. all kinds of ppl that u will commonly see on the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last batch to board the bus was a grp of Malays teens ard 13-15 yrs old. from their outfit, im sure they are done with their religious class or some events held at the mosque. among them was a grp of girls. and weirdly, one of the girls was not wearing the scarf on the head (note: tudung). so i don't really bother on whether she's wearing it or nt. she probably took it off and put it inside her bag. from her outfit, i knw she is part of the clan. and when i looked at her bag, guess what? &lt;br /&gt;i saw her scarf was used as a belt. wow, that was very creative. something u used to cover for your head is now used as a waist belt. u might as well use a rag cloth to put on your head! is this how u respect your outfit? by putting it to disgrace! i don't care if u wanna take off your scarf but hello, can u pls just chuck it in your bag. u dun hafta tell people that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i don't wear tudung u knw and i only wear it for the sake of madrasah. now, let me show u my hair and my style of making my tudung into a waist belt.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well don't wear anything, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5607202594419441110?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5607202594419441110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5607202594419441110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/proud-or-disgrace_28.html' title='proud or disgrace?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3190351565223524627</id><published>2009-05-27T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:39:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>point of no return</title><content type='html'>deception and disappointment&lt;br /&gt;you’ve seen a lot&lt;br /&gt;you think you’re damned in life but you’re not&lt;br /&gt;you’re still so young&lt;br /&gt;you’ve let puzzles undone&lt;br /&gt;you did wrong&lt;br /&gt;you still have some pieces of broken heart left&lt;br /&gt;so hold on to life&lt;br /&gt;stop sacrificing for your lost love&lt;br /&gt;and forget the past&lt;br /&gt;it will be good for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3190351565223524627?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3190351565223524627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3190351565223524627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/point-of-no-return.html' title='point of no return'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3904852565773605181</id><published>2009-05-26T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:14:27.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itinerary.</title><content type='html'>empty company.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;webdashboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long john.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surf net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that had happened and will happen today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3904852565773605181?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3904852565773605181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3904852565773605181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/itinerary.html' title='itinerary.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-790532445815544184</id><published>2009-05-24T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:26:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new leaf.</title><content type='html'>im back with lots of things to be done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYP presentation is over and i do not know i will score for that. but lets pray for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just got back from a gig over at Arts House and u have no idea how tired i am right now. feel like parts of my body is missing. legs in the toilet bowl, head at the bed, fingers on my laptop, body at the sink. its everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much of wanting to slp cause it's hard for me to slp nowadays. u can do me a favour by singing a lullaby song to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update more soon tomorrow. my head weighs 10 tonnes right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, welcome back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-790532445815544184?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/790532445815544184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/790532445815544184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-leaf.html' title='new leaf.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7091370709561374477</id><published>2009-05-11T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:30:59.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my girls.</title><content type='html'>today, i feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;today, i feel the moments that we used to had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u girls waited for me at the last cabin cause im usually late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we crack lame jokes and laugh like nobody business in the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to rush for seats as our journey to school is long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to share hot stories in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to see how others dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is no longer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking that there may be no more of this moment, makes me feel so empty. to know that after 2 yrs going to school with u girls, i no longer have that chance to make u girls wait, to share every joy. we watched each other grow emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a different path from u girls even after we completed our first semester. but as long as i live, being with u girls throughout Polytechnic life is one of my best days in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, when i walked the path that we usually took to school, u girls weren't there and i realized that i miss u girls very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334383651731702514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SgeJqyEegvI/AAAAAAAAEOU/lODA2cI0okc/s400/IMG-0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7091370709561374477?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7091370709561374477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7091370709561374477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-girls.html' title='my girls.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SgeJqyEegvI/AAAAAAAAEOU/lODA2cI0okc/s72-c/IMG-0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2614128556406948307</id><published>2009-05-08T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:30:04.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can barely walk. i have trouble moving up and down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im unable to donate blood because im my vein is too soft and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that totally frustrates me. so much for wanting to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to survive a few more days with cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tomorrow midnight movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going out with the girls! however, i miss spending time with the 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday and it's time to go and haf fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2614128556406948307?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2614128556406948307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2614128556406948307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5572038835401703535</id><published>2009-05-04T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:46:51.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screen check!</title><content type='html'>first temp taking. &lt;br /&gt;then hafta scan admin card if u would like to enter any canteen, Macd or koufu. &lt;br /&gt;no admin card means no meal for you. a good way for u to lose weight and fast. &lt;br /&gt;if non nyp-ians wanna have a good, cheap MacD meal here, i suggest u better forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the babi, the make things tedious for u. i just like to say the word babi nowadays. it amuse me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5572038835401703535?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5572038835401703535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5572038835401703535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/screen-check.html' title='screen check!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2756755678600784700</id><published>2009-05-01T13:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:29:33.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event 2: Club Crawl 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330719742599836690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqFXM7TNBI/AAAAAAAAENs/eFmmP3XNZJI/s400/IMG-0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Club Crawl 2009 was good although i was down with a high fever. i still managed to hang on and join the friends in the fun. it's a 2 days event where the 1st day we, dk girls performed. nevertheless, it's a fun time with them. lastly, sorry cause i was not able to help in cleaning up cause i really can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tarian girls helped me to make up for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330719754256591778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqFX4WfK6I/AAAAAAAAEOE/4WI_bQk0R90/s400/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting our hair and ready with our clothes, the 3 of us took pics like nobody business near the sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330719746629018498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqFXb77o4I/AAAAAAAAEN0/WxCUbAjEpM4/s400/3165_72771961533_662086533_2126057_4359490_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330718489937379010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqEOSZS_sI/AAAAAAAAENc/JLu45bA5S2o/s400/IMG-0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330718499231026466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqEO1BEzSI/AAAAAAAAENk/PsNYRmLtagg/s400/IMG-0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330718490892542658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqEOV9BosI/AAAAAAAAENU/Zk5lrgc0WFM/s400/IMG-0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNN wanted to interview us and so do check us out in the TV soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330718491967116194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqEOZ9OU6I/AAAAAAAAENM/fLkGLA7DfyQ/s400/IMG-0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330718488598339058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqEONaC3fI/AAAAAAAAENE/dtN0yniPthQ/s400/IMG-0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a formal group pic of MCG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717050002050834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6eN9jxI/AAAAAAAAEL8/ohNrRq6QnIo/s400/3165_72779711533_662086533_2126263_1680348_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my fans. =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717044041433218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6IA1wII/AAAAAAAAEL0/XXSu5lMRiHc/s400/3165_72771916533_662086533_2126048_6725674_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not performing so we ended up taking pictures with all the props. This is the day where u can see my face going pale even when i think my make up was quite thick. The heat in the body was too much.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we had MacD for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717674710687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDe1cG3SI/AAAAAAAAEM0/6JNXdj1JIo4/s400/IMG-0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqFYGVjDqI/AAAAAAAAEOM/yKD8Q-9OP3E/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330719758010748578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqFYGVjDqI/AAAAAAAAEOM/yKD8Q-9OP3E/s400/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mascots for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDewJ1vqI/AAAAAAAAEMs/2qGyYXVWmjE/s1600-h/IMG-0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717673291890338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDewJ1vqI/AAAAAAAAEMs/2qGyYXVWmjE/s400/IMG-0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tarian girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDe-a4B2I/AAAAAAAAEMk/jLp_vxGIAUU/s1600-h/IMG-0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717677121439586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDe-a4B2I/AAAAAAAAEMk/jLp_vxGIAUU/s400/IMG-0824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drama Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDemc5WAI/AAAAAAAAEMc/DaDGF7H86e0/s1600-h/IMG-0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717670687463426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqDemc5WAI/AAAAAAAAEMc/DaDGF7H86e0/s400/IMG-0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FYPJ mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6pwU21I/AAAAAAAAEMU/bpV0RIgRx9I/s1600-h/3165_72782496533_662086533_2126362_5689916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717053098974034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6pwU21I/AAAAAAAAEMU/bpV0RIgRx9I/s400/3165_72782496533_662086533_2126362_5689916_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6WGYchI/AAAAAAAAEMM/ASmKUkCSPqQ/s1600-h/3165_72782491533_662086533_2126361_7066953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717047822774802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6WGYchI/AAAAAAAAEMM/ASmKUkCSPqQ/s400/3165_72782491533_662086533_2126361_7066953_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They decided to parade ard the whole school and they did. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6YnGGyI/AAAAAAAAEME/8c4MsUJyn4o/s1600-h/3165_72782466533_662086533_2126356_7186472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330717048496855842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqC6YnGGyI/AAAAAAAAEME/8c4MsUJyn4o/s400/3165_72782466533_662086533_2126356_7186472_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to be part of it. i sure do had a lot of fun. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2756755678600784700?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2756755678600784700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2756755678600784700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/05/event-2-club-crawl-2009.html' title='Event 2: Club Crawl 2009'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfqFXM7TNBI/AAAAAAAAENs/eFmmP3XNZJI/s72-c/IMG-0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1483770139642139392</id><published>2009-04-30T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:40:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of pigs and flu</title><content type='html'>due to the swine flu, kids below the age of 12 is not allowed to enter any hospitals here in Singapore.  this totally affected my little sister because she's below 12 and my parents are planning to go to the hospital to visit my grandma who was admitted this morning.&lt;br /&gt;my parents do not know where to chuck my little sister and who to fetch her from school. im totally busy with school and so does my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who to be blame for this outbreak but im amazed that pig could spread such a disease by sneezing. do pigs sneeze by the way? but only y these animals (chicken, pigs) has such a big impact to the society when you people consume it except for the muslims who don't consume pigs. i only know that pigs are such a disgusting animal who ate back their own shit and lives in such a dirty area. it's expected to have them carrying this disease and worse, ppl consuming it. now, who still wanna eat at Bee Cheng Hiang? i can see that they sell nice, grilled slice pork. if my religion are not against it, im sure would have queue for it once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that pig is the 2nd tastiest meat on earth (the tastiest meat is human meat btw) according to those ppl who had tasted all kinds of meat before kinda amazed me. if u think beef is delicious, then pigs and human meat must be 10 times more delicious. am very tempted to find out but do u think i dare? haha. of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watever it is, let's hope these pigs will stop bringing diseases to us, humans. and one last thing, im very proud of a friend who owns a pig sty. because her pigs are well fed and clean. altho she's doing an illegal business, she still maintain a good record for her pigs. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigs, please be good and spread it only to your species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1483770139642139392?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1483770139642139392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1483770139642139392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-pigs-and-flu.html' title='of pigs and flu'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6070625391348865267</id><published>2009-04-26T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:29:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Event 1: Bowling @ Marina</title><content type='html'>There's lots of photos to be uploaded but i'll upload these first. More about club crawl in the later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sat, i met up with these cool bunch of people at Marina to have a game of bowling and just chill out. i met them kinda later cause i was having tuition in the afternoon. so it's just a day after that high fever. nevertheless, i enjoy myself together with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were only 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Lina, Rya, Yasa, Fir, Hamesh and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018465338695058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6D1QCnZI/AAAAAAAAEKU/s2HZrtfWIuY/s400/3165_72847696533_662086533_2127258_1823742_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had cookies and big gulp from 7-11 while waiting for our turn to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018470151825170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6EHLlJxI/AAAAAAAAEKc/oIagCP_9Bk0/s400/3165_72847726533_662086533_2127262_3180660_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasa, Lina and I was so bored that we decided to show that kind of face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018489546024514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6FPbhJkI/AAAAAAAAEKk/63vmidn9SWo/s400/3165_72847736533_662086533_2127264_3163989_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we can bowl! it's girls vs boys and obviously, we won. haha! (note: the bowling centre is sooo rabak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018486847894466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6FFYO88I/AAAAAAAAEKs/Iaj2U4Kyebg/s400/3165_72847741533_662086533_2127265_6710819_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018492355034114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6FZ5PPAI/AAAAAAAAEK0/AQmJywtDKMQ/s400/3165_72847746533_662086533_2127266_8318620_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had our dinner at MakanSutra.&lt;br /&gt;Hamesh - Fried Rice with Salted Fish&lt;br /&gt;Yasa - Seafood Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;Fir - Kampong Fried Rice&lt;br /&gt;Lina - Mee Bandung&lt;br /&gt;Rya - Mee Bandung less spicy&lt;br /&gt;Syirah - Seafood Fried Rice EXTRA spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018738421452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6TukCzzI/AAAAAAAAEK8/l7ufhfz2OHc/s400/3165_72847756533_662086533_2127268_2141477_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018764558547746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6VP7nOyI/AAAAAAAAELM/JBA9lOdkevc/s400/3165_72847766533_662086533_2127270_6014797_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were actually fighting because of some reasons but the picture didnt show it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6VQ2mXSI/AAAAAAAAELU/ehno20DV1oY/s1600-h/3165_72847776533_662086533_2127272_7237662_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018764805954850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6VQ2mXSI/AAAAAAAAELU/ehno20DV1oY/s400/3165_72847776533_662086533_2127272_7237662_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ended up copying my pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6UzU-6RI/AAAAAAAAELE/xeGVTKP6lD0/s1600-h/3165_72847761533_662086533_2127269_3335711_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018756880328978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6UzU-6RI/AAAAAAAAELE/xeGVTKP6lD0/s400/3165_72847761533_662086533_2127269_3335711_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lost kids at Esplanade and oh, who wants that LV wallet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329018773129850018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6Vv3K7KI/AAAAAAAAELc/Incly6irUWo/s400/3165_72847811533_662086533_2127277_8310513_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had a good day with the friends altho im not feeling well. now, i miss my girls. really. ='(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6070625391348865267?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6070625391348865267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6070625391348865267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/event-1-bowling-marina.html' title='Event 1: Bowling @ Marina'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SfR6D1QCnZI/AAAAAAAAEKU/s2HZrtfWIuY/s72-c/3165_72847696533_662086533_2127258_1823742_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7818025552371426577</id><published>2009-04-24T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:45:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A OK</title><content type='html'>i've been wanting to blog but i couldn't find a perfect time. i was busy with club crawl since tuesday and sadly, i was down with fever too. a high fever to be precise. my temperature was 40 degrees Celsius and u can officially fry an egg on my forehead. i was burning on the inside. i can feel the heat and at anytime, my head can explode. i was trying to control my brain so that i won't get fit or suffer from brain damage. high fever is seriously no big joke man.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my fever started yesterday night in school. i didn't have any energy to walk to the MRT station and worse still, stand in the train cause it will be packed. i had to call up my parents and fetch me. they fetched me at ard 8pm. initially, they wanted to bring me to the doctor. but all i can think of at that point of time was food cause i was so hungry. i only had mcmuffin and prata in the afternoon. so they brought me to Adam Road and i had my dinner there altho i was weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first thing i did when i reached home was to find my bed. but my mum dragged me to the toilet and told me to take a bath. i did. and after which, i just slam onto my bed after taking 7 tablets of medicine. my temperature was so high that my mum had to sponge me with cold water while i was sleeping. i cough non stop through out the whole night and my mum had to slp with me in case if i dun feel well in the middle of the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i only went to the doctor only today. i was given an antibiotics and i slept through out the whole day at mum's clinic. there was a room that was not occupied. with an air con, blanket, bed and pillows, i slept till 5 where it's time for the clinic to shut down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was too exhausted, as claimed by the doctor and not forgetting, they injected me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7818025552371426577?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7818025552371426577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7818025552371426577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title='A OK'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5375820087709698030</id><published>2009-04-20T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:48:46.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new day</title><content type='html'>good morning humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back to school for the polytechnic students! as usual, the train was packed, the MRT platform was packed, the walk way to school was packed, u have to queue in order to get on the escalator and etc. i've expected this early in the morning when i woke up. the past few weeks was so good with less people on train. guess i need to survive this morning jam for another month before going for my IPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you will have a good day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5375820087709698030?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5375820087709698030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5375820087709698030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-day.html' title='a new day'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5503294149103397765</id><published>2009-04-17T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:01:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Pizza Hut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A nice lunch and time with the FYPJ mates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lina, I and Rya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Seimzp7r46I/AAAAAAAAEKM/-zmvOulFzh0/s1600-h/P170409_13.54%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Seimzp7r46I/AAAAAAAAEKM/-zmvOulFzh0/s400/P170409_13.54%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689965725344674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lost kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdAQH8SI/AAAAAAAAEJE/njJYVHyzwP4/s400/P170409_13.52%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimztkizoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/EzW-Eq_T3wg/s1600-h/P170409_14.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimztkizoI/AAAAAAAAEKE/EzW-Eq_T3wg/s400/P170409_14.02.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689966702022274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Seimzvi8BqI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/7Zl2CRauE2w/s1600-h/P170409_14.14.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Waiting for the food to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Seimzvi8BqI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/7Zl2CRauE2w/s400/P170409_14.14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689967232157346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Future wonder boys, "nobody nobody but chuuuu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimzcfEt4I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/3e1Hoh3v2wc/s1600-h/P170409_14.19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimzcfEt4I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/3e1Hoh3v2wc/s400/P170409_14.19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689962115676034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimzeG6JrI/AAAAAAAAEJs/ItgY3ILg2og/s1600-h/P170409_14.27%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimzeG6JrI/AAAAAAAAEJs/ItgY3ILg2og/s400/P170409_14.27%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689962551191218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdrA7QLI/AAAAAAAAEJk/XwlN8ROpF0M/s1600-h/P170409_14.27.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdrA7QLI/AAAAAAAAEJk/XwlN8ROpF0M/s400/P170409_14.27.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689588058636466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knife fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdZleVjI/AAAAAAAAEJc/YcjPkaH8Q5A/s1600-h/P170409_14.54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdZleVjI/AAAAAAAAEJc/YcjPkaH8Q5A/s400/P170409_14.54.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689583380092466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Racial Harmony &lt;/span&gt;reeekkk-cleeem. (note:iklim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimddRj6vI/AAAAAAAAEJU/8fp4ucNBBcg/s1600-h/P170409_15.07%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimddRj6vI/AAAAAAAAEJU/8fp4ucNBBcg/s400/P170409_15.07%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689584370313970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eeekk-kleeem with their supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdDh4fNI/AAAAAAAAEJM/Eazm5c44uDM/s1600-h/P170409_15.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SeimdDh4fNI/AAAAAAAAEJM/Eazm5c44uDM/s400/P170409_15.08.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689577459449042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5503294149103397765?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5503294149103397765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5503294149103397765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/lunch-at-pizza-hut.html' title='Lunch at Pizza Hut'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Seimzp7r46I/AAAAAAAAEKM/-zmvOulFzh0/s72-c/P170409_13.54%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1969926312036403333</id><published>2009-04-15T04:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:12:14.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UEFA Champions League Quarter Final 2nd Leg: Chelsea Vs Liverpool</title><content type='html'>i am still proud of the boys despite losing their match against Chelsea in the quarter finals. if they had won, it will be their 4th time going to the semi finals in 5 seasons.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the game started pretty well with Liverpool leading comfortably 2 - 0 and they knw that they just had to find a goal in order to go through. the penalty was infrantically taken by Alonso and there's hope for Liverpool. however, all my life, i've nvr met a clumsy goalkeeper such as Pepe Reina. with just the finest touch from Drogba, he could save the ball. but no, he didn't did that. he's helping Chelsea putting the ball in. thinking that it could be a consolation goal for them. but he forgot that he's team is on a losing streak. he needs to get his mind straight(note: that explains his bald head). with a goal motivating the opponents, they scored another in a matter of just 6 mins to equalize through a free kick by Alex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liverpool missed out their ever motivating captain Steven Gerrard due to groin injury. however, i was expecting them to perform well with Mascherano in the midfield. im sure u know how this boy plays football. he don't have the word tired in his dictionary! he is obviously one of my fave players in the squad! my dad called him "kuda gila". with Reira to replace Mascherano in the 65 mins, i know that there's no way they gonna come back. i don't understand Rafa tactics. the good ones always gt removed while the one he should removed, he didn't do so. i seriously think that Lucas can't perform! a brazillian can never play well in an English league, trust me. English football is different from Brazil and they won't be able to adapt well. and im sure that's one of the reason why Kaka declined Man City offer. he made a good choice, my bf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the game ended with a 4-4 scoreline and this means Chelsea are through to the Semis meeting Barcelona. let's just hope Chelsea will win this cup for once since they never even had the chance to hold it. it was a thrilling quarter final. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get the newspaper noon edition for more of this rollercoaster match! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1969926312036403333?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1969926312036403333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1969926312036403333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/uefa-champions-league-quarter-final-2nd.html' title='UEFA Champions League Quarter Final 2nd Leg: Chelsea Vs Liverpool'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4447427233717843750</id><published>2009-04-14T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:41:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gather pace</title><content type='html'>things just get worse today. bad news, one by one received for this week. &lt;div&gt;it's only Tuesday and God knows what's gonna happen for the next few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not complaining cause i know it's part and parcel of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are living in a world where we can't escape from problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's hope that i will have a better week ahead and im praying hard for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4447427233717843750?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4447427233717843750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4447427233717843750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/gather-pace.html' title='Gather pace'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2840595044917570502</id><published>2009-04-11T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:54:13.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother</title><content type='html'>the person whom i admire most in my life is my mother. no words can describe how much i love her and how close i am with her. i confide in her most of the time be it personal matters or just about anything. we share the same interest which is dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever we go out, we dun look like mother and daughter. we look more like siblings. that's what most strangers thought. it's either i look old or she look young. hahaha. i think it's because she dress up like people ard my age. she's a modern mum who love wearing boots, heels, wedge and other kind of shoes that we young people wear. she wear long dresses that we bought at Vogue or This Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good thing abt it is that im able to share my clothes with her and she's able to share her clothes with me. i dun need a sister to share clothes with cause i got my mum. her taste in fashion is better than me. be it in clothings, shoes or accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she love wearing costume jewellery that all her Gold jewellery will ONLY be out on the first day of raya. other than that, it will be sitting patiently in her jewellery box. my mum don't really like wearing gold jewellery when we're out to some functions or weddings. she prefer wearing costume jewellery cause it's nicer and fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every month, she will buy costume jewellery from Avon. where they sell all kinds of accessories. she love buying so many brooches and i don't knw y. not only we share clothes or costume jewellery. we even share bags and shoes! my mum don't use just an ordinary pasar bag when she's out. all her bags, i hafta admit is so much nicer than mine. so i just had to borrow it from her whenever i wanna go out. so i can save on buying so many bags. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for shoes, she bought a pair of boots to wear when we went to a concert and sometimes she will wear it to work. because of her, my sister and i wanted to buy a pair of boots. so that we, mother and daughters, can wear it when we are out. how cool! we are also very particular about how we smell. we share perfume and lotions cause we don't like to smell bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my mum. looking good is her first priority whenever we are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people follow celebrities for their style but i follow my mum for style cause she's my one and only celebrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2840595044917570502?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2840595044917570502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2840595044917570502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mother.html' title='my mother'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1223695259345374784</id><published>2009-04-10T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:41:10.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>it's been 5 days since i blog cause i seriously think that my days in school was so dull that i watched movies and played games most of the time. nvm the fact that my work is stil hanging.&lt;div&gt;my days after school will be going for tuition and weekend will be stay at home time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unlike those days where we will spent our weekends at town, esplanade, memo and i don't understand y at that point of time i was nvr bored of such place that i can like go there every week. but if u ask me out to there now, im sure i'll say it's boring unless there's a purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;one of my gbr lepak during sec sch days. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sd7LFrjcrXI/AAAAAAAAEI8/Lyj62uKpIqI/s400/in29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's Friday and a stay home there. mum went to Batam with her friends to shop and we'll be fetching here later. so till then, haf a good day all well-discipline human being! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1223695259345374784?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1223695259345374784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1223695259345374784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-5-days-since-i-blog-cause-i.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sd7LFrjcrXI/AAAAAAAAEI8/Lyj62uKpIqI/s72-c/in29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3504931887850074599</id><published>2009-04-05T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:41:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't we live as one?</title><content type='html'>it was a good day and a good night. &lt;div&gt;everything was right. i had fun, u had fun, we had fun. something that rarely happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thank god for everything that he had given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im looking forward to more of this soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, Liverpool won yesterday. i was at the Arab St cafe to witness the last min goal which was scored by Yossi Benayoun. he should score for making lots of mistakes. let's just wait for tonight's match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my saturday was good and i enjoy it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3504931887850074599?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3504931887850074599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3504931887850074599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-good-day-and-good-night.html' title='why can&apos;t we live as one?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6361238088770253693</id><published>2009-04-03T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:13:18.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i had fun playing around with the gown that Dad brought home. but no, i won't wear it when im out. crazy or wat?! dah mcm movie enchanted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's the gown with the 5" heels i bought from Charles and Keith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SdX8lQQ1J_I/AAAAAAAAEG0/CrPA0Zdjxyk/s400/DSC00025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha. this is for fun purposes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6361238088770253693?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6361238088770253693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6361238088770253693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SdX8lQQ1J_I/AAAAAAAAEG0/CrPA0Zdjxyk/s72-c/DSC00025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3178601881703776427</id><published>2009-04-02T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:59:54.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screen check!</title><content type='html'>first temp taking.&lt;br /&gt;then hafta scan admin card if u would like to enter any canteen, Macd or koufu.&lt;br /&gt;no admin card means no meal for you. a good way for u to lose weight and fast.&lt;br /&gt;if non nyp-ians wanna have a good, cheap MacD meal here, i suggest u better forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the babi, the make things tedious for u. i just like to say the word babi nowadays. it amuse me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3178601881703776427?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3178601881703776427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3178601881703776427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/screen-check_02.html' title='screen check!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2364708915520388259</id><published>2009-04-02T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:51:27.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screen check!</title><content type='html'>to those of u who wanna come NYP for a good deal of MacD meal, lunch at Koufu or anything related to the food in the canteen, i suggest u better forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the babi flu(i like saying babi), we had to take temperature at the Auditorium. not that im complaining but even when u enter any canteen here in school, u hafta present your admin card. if u did not bring your admin card along with u, i suggest u better fast the whole day cause u are nt allowed to go in. i find it ridiculous. thank god i brought my admin card along with me as i didnt have it in my bag the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it feels like im back in SIT club days where i'll be walking ard wearing lanyard. it's nt a good feeling, honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2364708915520388259?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2364708915520388259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2364708915520388259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/screen-check.html' title='screen check!'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7886608804855933178</id><published>2009-04-02T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:02:13.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasar lab</title><content type='html'>i was eating peanut waffle bought from south canteen and they insists that it smells like KFC. there must be something wrong with their nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, my lab is like pasar malam. giving orders to Daryl to buy stuffs from south canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very kecoh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7886608804855933178?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7886608804855933178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7886608804855933178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/04/pasar-lab.html' title='pasar lab'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8643792746912637045</id><published>2009-03-31T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:06:26.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>routine</title><content type='html'>i always have problem waking up early in the morning when FYP started. i have the tendency of waking up at 7.30am and ended up late in school. i always gave myself a 10 mins grace whenever i woke up early. this has been a very big problem. i sleep early at night. 10 or 11pm. but i think that all these is due to the time spent in school and afterwhich, i will be teaching tuition at night on certain days. even my weekends is greatly spend by slping as early as 12am. sometimes i do feel so bad for not being able to help my mum at home cause usually, i will be "paralysed" when im home. too tired, no joke. last time, i used to iron clothes for the family. but now, no more. i will straight away look for food, bath and find my minnie to hug. nevertheless, i still hug my mama before i went to slp and even kiss her. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early this morning, we were late, AGAIN. we had breakfast at the south canteen and i packed nasi lemak. they sell nasi lemak for ONLY $1. there's 2 chicken drumstick, 2 eggs, rice and sambal. it's so cheap! i can save my money everyday if i eat nasi lemak. i can't wait to enjoy it later during lunch after spending a few dollars everyday for food at Koufu. expensive lah for school price and the owner there will change. so i suppose the food won't be as nice as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very fussy when it comes to the taste of the food. if u see me not finishing it, it means that the food is not that nice to me. i prefer spicy food and not the dull looking food since i grow up eating spicy food that have been cooked by mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only tuesday and im looking forward for weekends. oh ya, there will be napfa today. time to lose some weight. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not gonna work out until u make the first move.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8643792746912637045?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8643792746912637045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8643792746912637045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/routine.html' title='routine'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1369706798740647449</id><published>2009-03-27T10:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:48:44.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Software build and test infastructure setup</title><content type='html'>since the lecturers and supervisor are away for a meeting as told by a friend, i think it's safe for me to blog a while before my supervisor drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to think that FYP is all about making website, designing it and is something that we have learnt before. so we just had to implement wat we have learnt to our FYPJ. but i was wrong. totally wrong. i forgot that there shouldnt be hundreds of people doing website. or the network, server will be jam(eh?). i was shocked to know that the project i'll be doing is more to networking based. testing of server and stuffs. did i ever told u guys that i hate all networking modules? from year 1 to year 2. i study networking for the sake of studying and i nvr thought of pursuing it. i love to do programming although i struggle on it sometimes and my most fave modules will be the one which need u to memorize and more theory based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i was struggling super badly okayy for this project. it's a 12 credits module! i was so worried i would not be able to do well. 12 credits = 3 modules. mati kipok okayy. i was complaining to my friends that i dun understand what im supposed to do for the project, how to do for the project, how to run the command line and etc. im on the verge of jumping into the school pond and let all the fishes eat me. but thank god, im too pretty for the fishes to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, im doing fine although sometimes i get stressed up when im unable to solve the codes. and i suspect that i will be presenting alone for this project unlike my other friends who have a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's have a sneak preview what im doing. my 2 girls might not wanna do this after their attachment. cause WE dislike networking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im using Visual Studio 2005 to write codes and check in the source code to VisualSVN in my friend's computer. once check in, i should check out my solutions to my own computer. it's the same like checking in and out of the hotel. -.-' then i'll have to configure it. i'll have to ensure that it will be able to build in cruisecontrol.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317690952282249730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Scw7vywXmgI/AAAAAAAAEGU/wT-Us1UuUT8/s400/project1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then i will have to run it to see if the build is successful or failed. the red marks there is my errors. hence, it is not able to build. so who can help me in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317690505237167538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Scw7VxYg_bI/AAAAAAAAEGM/espkoW8izsA/s400/project+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's basically what i hafta do. now im having problems in sending emails once i've updated the files. i can't seems to get which is the right code to use. so if u have any idea and experience in this, u might wanna help me. hah. -.-'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay it's back to work while listening to jiwang songs. all thanks to Yasa who insists that i find jiwang songs for him and so i ended up listening to it as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1369706798740647449?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1369706798740647449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1369706798740647449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/software-build-and-test-infastructure.html' title='Software build and test infastructure setup'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Scw7vywXmgI/AAAAAAAAEGU/wT-Us1UuUT8/s72-c/project1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1779311735818339990</id><published>2009-03-24T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:17:55.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tuesday</title><content type='html'>while waiting for the server to finish building, i decided to blog a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, i finally gt the hang of my FYPJ although it's sort of networking stuffs about ip address, checking in and out of data from server using subversion and stuffs. im gonna be a future hacker and stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i've been on a so called "diet". i did not eat rice at night but instead, i drink cereal. i only ate 'full' meal in school. it's not because i wanna slim down or stuffs. i dun believe that by dieting or to some ppl, not eating, u can lose weight. thats obviously not the right reason. i've been taking care of my diet because i wanna keep myself fit due to the upcoming NAPFA test in wk 12. we are currently in wk 4 and time gonna past damn soon. i dread tuesday becos of this. last wk, during training, i was struggling for my 2.4km run. and im determined to do better each week altho it seems impossible cause im bigger compared to 3 yrs ago where i enjoy running for my NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's training today and im sure my body gonna ache tomorrow. good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1779311735818339990?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1779311735818339990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1779311735818339990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-tuesday.html' title='my tuesday'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6499759310543073846</id><published>2009-03-17T14:18:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:23:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dialogue and boredom</title><content type='html'>During lunch, and this is what happened. (click on it to read the dialogue. due to using only the camera phone, the pic turns out small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P200309_1251.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/P200309_1251.jpg" height="150" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P200309_1254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/P200309_1254.jpg" height="150" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P200309_1256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/P200309_1256.jpg" height="150" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P200309_1259.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/nurinsyirah/P200309_1259.jpg" height="150" width="450"border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya berdamai jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/ScNYDyVj9cI/AAAAAAAAEEc/HNonnKK7V9A/s1600-h/P200309_12.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315188807302378946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/ScNYDyVj9cI/AAAAAAAAEEc/HNonnKK7V9A/s400/P200309_12.45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6499759310543073846?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6499759310543073846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6499759310543073846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-dialogue-and-boredom.html' title='of dialogue and boredom'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/ScNYDyVj9cI/AAAAAAAAEEc/HNonnKK7V9A/s72-c/P200309_12.45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2406779561726343433</id><published>2009-03-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:19:55.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my confession.</title><content type='html'>i've been watching football footages at youtube and footytube.com. i own a DVD of the match between Liverpool and AC Milan during the Champions League Final in 2005. usually when im bored, i will watch it times and times again. the match was not a boring one and each time i watch it, i will have &lt;strong&gt;goosebumps&lt;/strong&gt;. it's remarkable to see Liverpool, the underdog, won when they were 3-0 down before half time. the penalty was infrantically taken by the players despite feeling pressured by the surrounding and fans watching them all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get really sensitive when it comes to football that sometimes, i feel so happy when my team won. but when they lose, i won't be able to slp very well. that's how attached i am with football. i don't play football but i enjoy watching every min of the game. but that doesn't mean liking football is the same as being tomboy, right? to a girl, football is nothing. football is just a waste of time, watching those people chasing after one ball. football is looking at only those handsome guys and etc. but to me, football is an interesting sport. football is the only sport which will came out in the papers &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt; (if u read the papers lah). football can make u forget about your worries when u are engrossed in it. football can let u vent your anger. football sparks controversy and at the same time, it unites the world where people from all over the world share the same passion and that is only football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a football lover and i enjoy being one. i can wake up early in the morning to watch the game altho i know i got school in the morning. one of my biggest wish is to watch Liverpool live at Anfield and feel the atmosphere there. it's an indescribable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football and I, we are related.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2406779561726343433?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2406779561726343433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2406779561726343433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-confession.html' title='my confession.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3089948497211365012</id><published>2009-03-14T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:29:18.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of durian and satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the crowd, the push, the heavy bags, the nyonya kind of feeling was all worth it. im satisfied altho a sum of money was put into it. and there's no reason for me to elaborate more about it. i went home with a contented heart together with a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Naqiah and I went out for the not-that-first time on saturday to bought some stuffs. we were in the bus on the way to someplace when we suddenly realized we were in some Geylang Street. we saw lots of durian stalls and we decided to grab some durian since it's been some time since we last had one. we ended up sitting in some lorong in Geylang and for a moment, im just scared that someone might come up to us and asked, "How much?" hahaha! we settled down with our big plastic bags and wait for the durian to be served. we enjoyed it very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbuiaPRT_vI/AAAAAAAAEEM/wHGNWoCO03w/s400/DSC00015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sbuiac49SyI/AAAAAAAAEEU/fpRPCyKQKvg/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sbuiac49SyI/AAAAAAAAEEU/fpRPCyKQKvg/s400/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313018760729021218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbuiZIPD3DI/AAAAAAAAEEE/NZRwOyA4sY4/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbuiZIPD3DI/AAAAAAAAEEE/NZRwOyA4sY4/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313018738004712498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we did things that teens won't usually do whenever we are out. like the other time, we just alight from the bus at Arab St to eat Hajah Maimunah. we nvr planned to eat there. it's just a sudden decision. and we ended up looking like makcik2 eating lauk pauk with a cup of tea. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok that's all. im going to eat and after that, watch the big game on tv! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3089948497211365012?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3089948497211365012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3089948497211365012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-durian-and-satisfaction.html' title='of durian and satisfaction'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbuiaPRT_vI/AAAAAAAAEEM/wHGNWoCO03w/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7960946386618509497</id><published>2009-03-14T01:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:02:34.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shop shop shop</title><content type='html'>hello! im finally home after joining the massive crowd at Suntec for the IT Fair and The Body Shop sale! the place was so packed with humans and animals that kept pushing ard. thank god there's no stampede kind of situation going on there or i will be the first victim for the fact that i was weak since i was soo hungryy! i was going crazy over the stuffs at The Body Shop sale that i spent a sum there. the other friends were done with their IT stuffs at the IT fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then walked to Bugis for late night supper.&lt;br /&gt;late night food = bulging tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to shop more tomorrow at charles and keith with naqiah and i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sales sales sales! suddenly there's no "recession" in our dictionary. only for this weekend. and it's time to save up from next wk onwards unless there's more sales going on. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7960946386618509497?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7960946386618509497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7960946386618509497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/shop-shop-shop.html' title='shop shop shop'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6617334900228378625</id><published>2009-03-11T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:54:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were playing catching at Marina Barrage. Everyone was looking at us cause we kept shouting and running ard like little kids. but i suppose there's nth wrg in having fun right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naqiah has the loudest voice in the video. i was laughing when i watch the video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ffbb3c4c72e3fd6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6617334900228378625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6617334900228378625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/deprived-childhood.html' title='deprived childhood'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1279892420550628037</id><published>2009-03-11T08:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:38:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up call</title><content type='html'>alhamdulillah. all did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from MacDonald with the girls, eating the $2 breakfast meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;raining.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sausage mcmuffin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;interesting convo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stained jacket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for NAPFA cause im hype up and we, mai, nabillah and I declare that today is a holiday for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to surfing the net since my partner is not here yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1279892420550628037?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1279892420550628037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1279892420550628037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-call.html' title='wake up call'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3013811078136004607</id><published>2009-03-11T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:51:04.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early morning</title><content type='html'>did u guys watch the match between Liverpool and Real Madrid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i did. i woke up at 4am and walk to the living room to catch the match. the game was already 25 mins when i watch it cause my dad was already at the living room. the score was 1-0 then and the scorer just gotta be Torres. so i went back to the room and took my comforter out cause the weather was cold, to me at least. but instead of watching the match, i ended up slping at the sofa with my specs on. i will only be awake when my dad shouted "GOAL!". i was so tired yesterday that i can't be bothered about anything else.  hence, i won't be able to write a short review on how the game was. for anything else, there's always yahoo and msn webpage for u to find out more right?  still, Liverpool won 4-0 on aggregate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i knw they gonna win yesterday, i will look for my liverpool jersey and wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to a friend of mine for being so concern, willing to listen and even woke me up in the wee morning so that i won't miss the match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have to do my project now and the room is suddenly cold today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3013811078136004607?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3013811078136004607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3013811078136004607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-morning.html' title='early morning'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7077798223458864407</id><published>2009-03-10T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:57:47.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #1</title><content type='html'>im currently in the kandang of NYP  doing my FYPJ. obviously doing FYPJ is much better than doing my IPP in which consists of ONLY calling people up from Malaysia. nvm the fact that i got scolded by some for not calling their bosses or their top management by their status. how would i knw if they hold the title of Dato', Tan Sri or etc. but nvm, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the project im currently doing is Software build and test infastructure setup. i've nvr learn this before in my 2 yrs of polytechnic life where we have to use VisualSVN, Cruise control and microsoft eclipse. but im so willing to know more about it. another knowledge that will go into my brain. my partner is a chinese girl from IT and we can get along well cause we almost have the same character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, im still waiting for the friends to go lunch! im soo hungry and i need food to energize myself for sleeping later. and wait, we are having NAPFA training today. pls pray that it will rain so that the girls won't have to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog again when im bored. in the meantime, my facebook is finally active. thanks to the 131242535 hours of me sitting in front of the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you in facebook and see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7077798223458864407?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7077798223458864407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7077798223458864407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-1.html' title='Random #1'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-9083124322948932121</id><published>2009-03-08T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:50:54.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbPMiXZ4vTI/AAAAAAAAED8/uo7dz9bRQ1c/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbPMiXZ4vTI/AAAAAAAAED8/uo7dz9bRQ1c/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310813276370156850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was nice meeting the cousins after so long. not forgetting the gossips. only at weddings, family gathering do we get to see the other cousins. else, we'll be in our own world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's pray that tomorrow will be a better day for me. im so nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-9083124322948932121?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/9083124322948932121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/9083124322948932121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbPMiXZ4vTI/AAAAAAAAED8/uo7dz9bRQ1c/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5353748485888456633</id><published>2009-03-07T13:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:50:17.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbIKeg3NCpI/AAAAAAAAED0/udv6-fMECLA/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310318429957065362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbIKeg3NCpI/AAAAAAAAED0/udv6-fMECLA/s400/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was my last day of work including all the NYP students working there due to some hiccups that occured. we are still waiting for the results on what we are supposed to do on monday. let's hope it will be a better one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was nice to meet 3 of my classmates yesterday for a catch up session. i don't think everytime we wanna meet like a last min plan do need an objective right? u don't ask your parents for an objective when they suddenly wanna bring u out right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had dinner at Cahaya and damn, my gladiator just need to die at that moment when i was walking. i had to buy a new slipper cause i can't possibly walk by dragging my feet. and due to GST money that the govt gave, s'poreans seems to shop alot cause every store that i went did not have my size! i don't really have a big feet cause im only wearing size 8. it was really frustrating to find my size and the perfect slipper. but i finally gt one at far east for only 10 bucks. good deal but totally not user friendly, yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we spent the rest of the night talking and eating brownie earthquake at Taka. it was a short meetup but a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5353748485888456633?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5353748485888456633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5353748485888456633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-was-my-last-day-of-work.html' title='friday night'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SbIKeg3NCpI/AAAAAAAAED0/udv6-fMECLA/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2170876325660488385</id><published>2009-03-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:49:22.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you</title><content type='html'>"kasih sebenar tidak bertukar, tidak sebentar walau dipisah lautan, direnangi gelora"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2170876325660488385?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2170876325660488385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2170876325660488385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-you.html' title='to you'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1286988347259091008</id><published>2009-03-03T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:00:28.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bright days turns dull</title><content type='html'>im tired and frustrated. i didn't expect it to turn out this way. something way below my expectations. currently, im working from 9am till 11pm. i went to the office in the morning and teach tuitions at night cause the kids are having CA. it's been hard dividing my time when i had to rush for my tuitions. the train is always packed with people and animals. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shirley have been good towards me since she only needs to take care of me. i'll be drawing funny faces, flowers, hearts or writing names when im bored at the office. watch the clock ticks and wait for 6pm to come. and i'll be so happy like a lion that escapes from the zoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's only the second day im complaining so much. imagine 3 mths? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to 'u', i get to rant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to slp and meet those animals and people in the train! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1286988347259091008?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1286988347259091008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1286988347259091008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/03/bright-days-turns-dull.html' title='bright days turns dull'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7390533209246461910</id><published>2009-02-28T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:13:19.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Sunny</title><content type='html'>i was as busy as a lebah at the ticket office just now when i wanted to get my new ez-link card. i was holding my handphone on the right msging a friend and on my left hand, im holding the money that i wanna pay to the person who serves me. when suddenly, "BOMB!" my handphone fell out from my hands and look helplessly at my hp which is lying motionlessly on the floor with it's life out! it is mute now! my loudspeaker spoiled and that i won't be able to know if anyone called or msg me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Sunny gonna spend another 2 days at the hospital and im gonna send him now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7390533209246461910?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7390533209246461910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7390533209246461910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sunny.html' title='my Sunny'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-9123604023561873266</id><published>2009-02-26T04:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T04:40:58.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half time: Real Madrid vs Liverpool</title><content type='html'>it's 4.23am and im sure most of you are sleeping, snoring away to welcome a new day when u wake up later. but here i am, watching football between Real Madrid and Liverpool. the game feature my ex bf, Raul Gonzalez cause he's playing for Real Madrid. i've always love him before Kaka enter my life and for football fans, im sure u knw his trademark of kissing his wedding ring whenever he score a goal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the game is in their 40 mins and i seriously feel like banging my head against the tv. LIVERPOOL play so badly! if im the kind of emoshit, i will have rip apart my jersey right now! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real Madrid dominate the game and even after 16 mins, Liverpool do not have any shot on target. Gerarrd was out due to injury and there's no one to feed the ball to Torres for him to finish it. their first shot on target is during the 20 mins where Torres shot was saved by Casillas. Real Madrid was deny a goal in the 29 mins when they were caught offside in one of the corner kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really dislike the part when it comes to Real Madrid taking the free kick or corner kick. the feeling is worse than taking a roller coaster ride cause you'll never knw if they scored. and when that happens, i'll be cursing my poor tv. but penalty kicks is much more frustrating cause the feeling is worse than going on GMAX! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it seems that im seeing double today. Robben from Real Madrid looks like Zinedine Zidane with his centre bald head, Xabi Alonso look like Steven Gerrard with his unshaved moustache and goatee and Pepe Reina from Liverpool looks like the Manager Rafael Benitez. they might be father and son without u knwing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe.. just maybe if i were there at the stadium watching live, i would have take out the jersey and run ard naked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's hope its a better game in second half. it better be! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-9123604023561873266?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/9123604023561873266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/9123604023561873266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/half-time-real-madrid-vs-liverpool.html' title='half time: Real Madrid vs Liverpool'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1735794575619889296</id><published>2009-02-25T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:02:47.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i come.</title><content type='html'>alhamdulillah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got Yasa for company during attachment. unexpectedly, we will be working in the same company located at Ayer Rajah for the next 3 months. atleast, im not all alone or i will be digging my own grave. i heard from my dad the place is so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ulu ulu &lt;/span&gt;and we are going to look for the place during the weekends. i can't believe that im finally going for an attachment where the world is totally different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not forgetting, no more watching of teevee, no more late night slp, no more waking up past noon and no more of the no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the work im going to do in this company is database management and maintenance. this will be jargon to u ppl outside the IT world. but im really looking forward to it. we'll see how i will survive through the ordeals for the first few days. and so one of the requirements is smart casual/formal attire (i really wish they allow bikini for the hot weather or scuba diving suit for the cold weather!) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;less than a week to attachment and it do feels weird not meeting my girls that often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1735794575619889296?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1735794575619889296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1735794575619889296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-come.html' title='here i come.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4459565510461066089</id><published>2009-02-25T06:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:15:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairytales</title><content type='html'>i've been watching fairytale stories and i love their dresses. i wanna don it one day. but the good qn is, &lt;em&gt;TO WHERE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SaRwm-bcvfI/AAAAAAAAEDk/KkGm3KC6iCk/s1600-h/belle.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306490075844754930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SaRwm-bcvfI/AAAAAAAAEDk/KkGm3KC6iCk/s400/belle.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SaRwmkawHnI/AAAAAAAAEDc/-WZyqqLl87M/s1600-h/sb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306490068862508658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SaRwmkawHnI/AAAAAAAAEDc/-WZyqqLl87M/s400/sb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only i could wear it to pasar&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4459565510461066089?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4459565510461066089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4459565510461066089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairytales.html' title='fairytales'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SaRwm-bcvfI/AAAAAAAAEDk/KkGm3KC6iCk/s72-c/belle.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8179755843600497721</id><published>2009-02-22T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:22:46.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>finally, i get to stay at home tomorrow waking up late and watching tv. it's been rather disturbing to have my mind thinking of unnecessary things when i knw that i can lead a more productive life by doing some good things. ok put aside those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, they planned to have some fun time at the pool at JE. im kinda look forward to it cause i really need to make myself fit and active. i've been sitting ard doing nth except making the butt grow bigger with the countless of foods i ate. but i just wonder why i didnt ate as much when im with the friends but i ate a lot when im with my family. most of my friends said that im not a good eater cause i can't eat a lot and when i order food, 1/4 of it will still be there on the plate. haha. okay, enough of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't knw what to blog about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i hope that my cousin will have a speedy recovery after the OP. welcome home, soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8179755843600497721?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8179755843600497721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8179755843600497721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1033168490887936811</id><published>2009-02-20T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:22:40.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Barrage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;exams over and it's time for a proper update! currently, we are still waiting for our attachment which will be on the 2nd of Mar. so yes, we still have a wk of holidays and more plans coming up ahead with the Getahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since today is the last day of exam, the 9 of us decided to go to Marina Barrage and have a small picnic there. it's friday, so we had to wait for the guys to finish their Friday Prayer. meanwhile, we, the girls decided to go to Marina Square while waiting for them. we sat at Macdonalds and order milkshakes while talking about the past. we ordered food for the guys and ours at KFC and Long John before we meet them at Marina Bay. and yes, i lost my EZ-LINK. totally frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have lots and lots of pictures. i will upload less than a quarter of it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the train on the way to Marina Bay to meet the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7Cd6iZNvI/AAAAAAAAEDE/G8O1cLutMrY/s400/DSC00014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7AXQPwTwI/AAAAAAAAECE/IT_Vy3SE3uQ/s400/200220091512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking up to the Barrage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ6_06NieFI/AAAAAAAAEBE/7x6agZxnaZU/s400/200220091463.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 2 sexy girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7CeIOverI/AAAAAAAAEDM/cb0jHzyrvfk/s400/DSC00019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our lunch with a strong blowing wind accompanying us. very kecoh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ6_1BxrE4I/AAAAAAAAEBU/wjLRKsX3kL0/s400/200220091479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ6_1eiSalI/AAAAAAAAEBc/V0Pho-nuqqo/s400/200220091480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self proclaim cousin in law. XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ6_1QY2cYI/AAAAAAAAEBk/Nv9yxW-d_QE/s400/200220091488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7AWyuM_VI/AAAAAAAAEBs/rGP-SM_FvQA/s400/200220091498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7AWwQpOBI/AAAAAAAAEB0/vQ9iAum-tSc/s400/200220091499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getah Gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7AXB4mq2I/AAAAAAAAEB8/l_aiZFgq1iU/s400/200220091500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7AXqgK8gI/AAAAAAAAECM/K4istfaGnfE/s400/200220091513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi Dinosaur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVOqaUMI/AAAAAAAAECU/IE-LxIoRbEU/s400/200220091518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reflections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVQy8a2I/AAAAAAAAECc/YDGfld5Kuo0/s400/200220091521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that fun in the Gallery, we decided to head down and play some splashing of water. who say teenagers like us can't play catching? everyone was looking at us bcos we kept on shouting and running ard. and yes, we gt all wet. and the person who is the 'wettest' is Naqiah. after getting wet, we went back to the rooftop to dry ourselves before proceed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me in Red trying to get away from Iman(black shirt) cause he's the catcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7Cd-yTp_I/AAAAAAAAEC8/N_mQsRvOoeM/s1600-h/200220091561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7Cd-yTp_I/AAAAAAAAEC8/N_mQsRvOoeM/s400/200220091561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304891231415019506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BV81o-mI/AAAAAAAAEC0/y_sDrw8_afA/s1600-h/200220091550.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's time to get wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BV81o-mI/AAAAAAAAEC0/y_sDrw8_afA/s1600-h/200220091550.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BV81o-mI/AAAAAAAAEC0/y_sDrw8_afA/s400/200220091550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304889993941547618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVhTC9XI/AAAAAAAAECs/dAmvUpteHbw/s1600-h/200220091545.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;This is when the splashing all begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVhTC9XI/AAAAAAAAECs/dAmvUpteHbw/s1600-h/200220091545.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVhTC9XI/AAAAAAAAECs/dAmvUpteHbw/s400/200220091545.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304889986548692338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and who say only guys can pee that way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVZ2N0lI/AAAAAAAAECk/PZ7Ww2nF0sA/s1600-h/200220091540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7BVZ2N0lI/AAAAAAAAECk/PZ7Ww2nF0sA/s400/200220091540.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304889984548721234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and after all that, it's time to bid goodbye to Marina Barrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ6_06zvH4I/AAAAAAAAEBM/ilyUu57xgeU/s1600-h/minah+kampong+at+Marina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ6_06zvH4I/AAAAAAAAEBM/ilyUu57xgeU/s400/minah+kampong+at+Marina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304888326949379970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more pictures, click on &lt;a href="http://sweetestmoments.multiply.com"&gt; http://sweetestmoments.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1033168490887936811?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1033168490887936811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1033168490887936811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/marina-barrage.html' title='Marina Barrage'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZ7Cd6iZNvI/AAAAAAAAEDE/G8O1cLutMrY/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8943432541369191663</id><published>2009-02-18T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:10:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>i really think that some people need to get a life. that person gonna face 10 times more worse scenario than me. so pls, get a life and change your attitude. better still, go for some religion classes and learn to be close to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8943432541369191663?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8943432541369191663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8943432541369191663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1815918588209849310</id><published>2009-02-17T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:14:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u.</title><content type='html'>my sister is in hospital and i got no one to bully or slp with.&lt;br /&gt;let's pray that she will be back home later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1815918588209849310?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1815918588209849310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1815918588209849310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5168963001893445074</id><published>2009-02-15T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:28:55.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the minahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZcamYvlHjI/AAAAAAAAEA8/vlbT0oIO5eg/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302736333031415346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZcamYvlHjI/AAAAAAAAEA8/vlbT0oIO5eg/s400/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's me and gang. typical minah down the road that u will be ashamed to call a friend. someone that will make u stress despite just me relaxing one corner w/o disturbing anyone. someone u can turn to and i'll be glad to be by your side. someone who don't complain for the shit that u gave. and that's me, the minah u will nvr want to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5168963001893445074?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5168963001893445074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5168963001893445074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/minahs.html' title='the minahs'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZcamYvlHjI/AAAAAAAAEA8/vlbT0oIO5eg/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-5618333823651233203</id><published>2009-02-12T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:46:31.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Mariah</title><content type='html'>woke up at 3.40am and this is what i did. i went to youtube and look up for Mariah Carey's videos. from the 90s till the millenium. i typed "Mariah Carey Live" to watch all her on stage performance and boy, i was so surprised that she could sing perfectly good like in the records. the high notes, her whistle and stuffs like that. perfect. she has always been my Idol. to be precise, my top 3 including Whitney and Celine. they always said that to be in a singing competition, it's best to choose their kind of songs especially Whitney. that explains why i have the karaoke VCDs of this 3 big artists. no, im not going to join any singing competition. u might not want your house to be turn upside down just becos of me. i sing only for my own ears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i wiki about Mariah and im gonna download her videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-5618333823651233203?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5618333823651233203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/5618333823651233203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/mariah-mariah.html' title='Mariah Mariah'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6552625161019941313</id><published>2009-02-11T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:59:14.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why hate?</title><content type='html'>This world is filled with hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate against life&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your friends&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your pet&lt;br /&gt;Hate against the rain&lt;br /&gt;Hate against a busdriver&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your teacher&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your parents&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;Hate against a difficult game&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your job&lt;br /&gt;Hate against the way you live&lt;br /&gt;Hate against your body&lt;br /&gt;Hate against a withering flower&lt;br /&gt;Hate against a not-working car&lt;br /&gt;Hate against someone hurting you&lt;br /&gt;Hate against a child that doesn't obey&lt;br /&gt;Hate against the cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much hate in everyone of us&lt;br /&gt;we're filled with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only a little drop of love&lt;br /&gt;in this hate filled world&lt;br /&gt;could overcome every bit of hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do we have to hate others when we ourself , not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a song by scorpion goes &lt;em&gt;" 'cause we all live under the same sun. we all walk under the same moon. then why, why can't we live as one"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6552625161019941313?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6552625161019941313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6552625161019941313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-hate.html' title='why hate?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7883821596290637537</id><published>2009-02-10T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:26:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling gay.. for a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZFT3x061YI/AAAAAAAAEA0/1XGO4cuWIjQ/s1600-h/DSC05755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301110454124991874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZFT3x061YI/AAAAAAAAEA0/1XGO4cuWIjQ/s400/DSC05755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"when the you make my day, this is how i will react. and that's me, not pretty but decent enough to be as good as others. you may not accept me for who i am but i will nvr blame you for that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7883821596290637537?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7883821596290637537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7883821596290637537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-gay-for-moment.html' title='feeling gay.. for a moment'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SZFT3x061YI/AAAAAAAAEA0/1XGO4cuWIjQ/s72-c/DSC05755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3526924074292084853</id><published>2009-02-08T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:24:33.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random 25</title><content type='html'>1) i was tagged by naqiah few days back or a wk back and im starting to do it now. pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i don't like making the first move when it comes to making friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) im starting to collect books and read them when exams is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i love dancing to hindustan songs and i remember their steps as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) onions is my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i karaoke ALONE at home. sry for the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) i haven't start my revision yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) i love my girlfriends so much. irreplacable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i gt chased by an unknown guy near my place wanting to ask for my number and i think he's a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) ppl commented that i look like Imelda Therine which i don't knw whyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) i admire Kaka and Bayu and i will always do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) i only love one person in my life right now and he knws it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) i like looking at beautiful girls instead of handsome guys. weird? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) im a proud owner of Tiffany &amp; Co bracelets cause they are gorgeous to me, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) if my bestfriend love butterfly, i looovvveee starfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) my ipod cable is spoiled! very frustrated now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) i love baking but im lazy most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) someone used to laugh at me when i was crying on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) i wanna buy a 3" oxford shoe although i knw im not gonna wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) im a sensitive person and i've always love romance stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) i have big dreams which is yet to be accomplish. dreams about us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) someone don't remember me for the good things i did but remember me for the bad things i did. sad, i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) i love dressing up and look good only for my own eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) i want to qatam Quran ASAP, and i love Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) i love myself altho no one loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SY6yaZWqJ0I/AAAAAAAAEAc/pBW09-6YJbE/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300369978013919042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SY6yaZWqJ0I/AAAAAAAAEAc/pBW09-6YJbE/s400/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3526924074292084853?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3526924074292084853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3526924074292084853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-25.html' title='Random 25'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SY6yaZWqJ0I/AAAAAAAAEAc/pBW09-6YJbE/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4268526154781688806</id><published>2009-02-08T16:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:55:35.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>di mana akal kiter?</title><content type='html'>seandainya org melayu pandai menggunakan akal, Hang Tuah akan jadi Scientist dan kiter akan jadi org yg pandai menilai sesuatu. tapi syg, org melayu kiter tk pernah menggunakan akal untuk berfikir. apa yg mereka tahu ialah menyalahkan org lain atas tindakkan mereka sendiri. mereka tk pernah fikir kenaper sesuatu itu terjadi dan mereka tk pernah berubah atau mengaku bahawa mereka itu juga salah. untuk menilai kejujuran seseorg bkn lah dgn cara yg lembut dan bkn dgn cara yg blh membuat dia "take things for granted". kiter harus biarkan org itu pergi dan biar dier cari akal, fikir kenaper org melepaskan dier pergi dan tidak mahu lagi dgn dier walaupun org yg melepaskannya masih amat menyayanginya. mereka tak pernah fikir. tidak menggunakan akal dan bertanya, "Kenapa?" "Apakah salah aku?" dan cuba rujuk kembali. tapi sebaliknya, dier menyalahkan org yg telah meninggalkannya. di manakah terletaknya akal seseorg itu untuk berfikir? kiter manusia, suker menyalahi org lain tapi kiter tk sedar akan kesilapan kiter sendiri. seperti bak pepatah, "No one is perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sama seperti org yg masok penjara. kenaper kiter biarkan mereka masok penjara atas kesalahan mereka? apa sbb kiter malas nk lyn mereka? tidak. sbb kiter mahu mereka sedar kesilapan mereka. dan apabile mereka keluar, mereka akan insaf dan tahu bahawa org yg telah memasukkan mereka ke dlm penjara menyayangi mereka dan tidak mahu mereka membuat kesilapan untuk kali kedua. tapi apa mereka befikir demikian? mereka akan menyalahi org yg masokkan mereka ke dlm penjara kerana hidup merek tersiksa di sana. malahan, mereka keluar bkn untuk mencari kiter yg telah lama menunggu kehadiran mereka yg berharap bahawa mereka telah berubah. mereka mencari org yg baru, kwn baru, saudara baru kerana bagi mereka org2 itu tidak akan menyakiti perasaan mereka. tapi sekali lagi, mereka tak berfikir kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betapa hancurnya hati seorg insan yg telah menunggu kwnnya tanpa lelah tetapi dapati kwnnya tidak menghargainya lagi. harapan bahawa kwn itu akan berubah menjadi seorg yg baik hancur musnah kerana kwnnya tidak pernah fikir kenapa org itu sanggup berbuat demikian. kwn itu tidak dapat berfikir. di dlm otaknya hanya "kau masukkan aku ke dlm penjara. That's it! ini semua salah kau." kalau insan itu dpt menerima kesalahan kwnnya, kenaper kwnnya tidak dpt menerima kesalahan insan itu yg hanya mahukan terbaik untuk kawannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sedar kenapa seseorg itu tk pernah maju atau menjadi seorg yg berjaya. ramai di antara kita tidak menggunakan akal utk berfikir. kiter semua hanya lurus bendul. dan dari situ saya pelajari bahawa seseorg itu berbuat jahat atau melukakan hati kiter, pasti ada sbb. tanya kenapa, apa silapnya dan cuba perbaiki. jgn hanya kiter salahkan bulat2 kepada org itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah, skrg saya dpt terima apa tanggapan org terhadap saya, baik atau buruk. walaupun kadang kala saya berniat baik, org tak npk. tapi kejahatan saya, semua org npk. biarlah Allah sahaja yg tahu perasaan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fikirkan lah.. renungkan lah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf kalau melayu saya kurang bgs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4268526154781688806?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4268526154781688806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4268526154781688806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/di-mana-akal-kiter.html' title='di mana akal kiter?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8030919010641286900</id><published>2009-02-06T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:12:49.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake, pls?</title><content type='html'>i've been craving for cakes thanks to the mind which kept thinking of Secret Recipe. sadly, my flu is getting so bad that i feel like throwing away my nose to the bin and maybe not live with any for now. just breath through the mouth and looks like a dog which always seems to lack of oxygen to me at least whenever their tongue is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seems to like the idea of posting pictures related to some part of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was during Wani's birthday. see those arms, im growing fat and it's one achievement. how about a free hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. tk berkepala aku biler sampai rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299345581213830050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYsOup5JS6I/AAAAAAAAEAU/22VTqX98-Cs/s400/15052008181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8030919010641286900?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8030919010641286900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8030919010641286900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/cake-pls.html' title='cake, pls?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYsOup5JS6I/AAAAAAAAEAU/22VTqX98-Cs/s72-c/15052008181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3695891847430297896</id><published>2009-02-03T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:00:57.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im caught up in sorrow, lost in the soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;good afternoon all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im here alive and boxing trying to fight with the sudden illness that struck me this morning. i find difficulty in breathing and my head was as heavy as a sack of rice. maybe i shouldn't have told Amir that im falling sick cause i really got it in the end. i've been getting the symptoms since yesterday. u knw like your throat hurts when u swallow you saliva, a sudden change to the body that makes me feel weak and etc. and this have to come when im having pms? it's never easy trying to control your emotions and feeling sick at the same time. sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like now, im trying to control my frustration because my hp screwed me! i can't pick up calls and reply messages instantly. and for the fact i had several missed calls. all i can do is to watch those number that called me helplessly cause i can't pick up at all. its all because my touch screen is not working and i have to depend on my keypad. and stupidly, there's no answering or rejecting calls using the keypad. urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, im gonna head to town and meet mum at Wisma Atria to get this phone fixed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298477095672129634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYf42JIUqGI/AAAAAAAAEAE/Xrerjx-cLDI/s400/Pics007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and yes, im a big fan of Liverpool. totally not for Arsenal, ManU and Chelsea fans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3695891847430297896?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3695891847430297896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3695891847430297896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-caught-up-in-sorrow-lost-in-soul.html' title='im caught up in sorrow, lost in the soul'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYf42JIUqGI/AAAAAAAAEAE/Xrerjx-cLDI/s72-c/Pics007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7673885591843336198</id><published>2009-02-02T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:03:39.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying freely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYaoQxi0mzI/AAAAAAAAD_0/VQJGYvScKjo/s1600-h/balloon"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298107017778731826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYaoQxi0mzI/AAAAAAAAD_0/VQJGYvScKjo/s400/balloon" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"when i wish i could be a child all over again flying high against the sky, freely and innocently.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7673885591843336198?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7673885591843336198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7673885591843336198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/02/flying-freely.html' title='flying freely'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYaoQxi0mzI/AAAAAAAAD_0/VQJGYvScKjo/s72-c/balloon' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4084263513287489287</id><published>2009-01-30T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:56:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113713300611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYMg22AiIwI/AAAAAAAAD_k/2I3kuZpR01M/s400/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects almost done, exams coming. but holidays are just so near. more plans coming up in the near future and yes, we are going for attachment first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we went to had our reunion dinner but this time at Woodlands cause most of us was so tired to travel all the way to Beach Rd thanks to the project which got us to slp at 7am. since we were not really awake, our presentation did not go as planned. fatin ended up presenting the whole slides and i became blur. i ended up clicking the wrg button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, hidup mesti happy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYMg2tjCz-I/AAAAAAAAD_c/WEItjlkFgAk/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113711029440482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYMg2tjCz-I/AAAAAAAAD_c/WEItjlkFgAk/s400/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4084263513287489287?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4084263513287489287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4084263513287489287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/companys-dinner.html' title='Company&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SYMg22AiIwI/AAAAAAAAD_k/2I3kuZpR01M/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-79626961277293424</id><published>2009-01-27T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:13:51.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big big tummy</title><content type='html'>im back with a big tummy and a swollen gum thanks to the wisdom tooth which is really torturing me. i suppose this is the only way i could stop eating lots and lots of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since our hotel was near the Pavilion, we ended up eating all kinds of foods which is not halal in Singapore but it's halal there. not forgetting the cheap price too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was what i ate there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, we ate at Pastamania. buy takeaways from Subway. mind you, one foot long and i ate half of it. while mum ordered Subway, i bought takeaways from Carl's JR and the funny part was no one knows what the hell is Carl's JR! that Pavilion is sooo big and u don't expect me to find it from one end to one end. so i asked a few workers there where's Carl's JR and they don't understand what im saying. are u like deaf or something? i even spell C.A.R.L J.R out for them but none understand and none knws. they thought im looking for JCo. *heavy sigh* so yeah, i finally found it. so dalam okayy the tempat. after which we bought JCO to bring back to the hotel. so imagine the amount of food i consume in a day excluding my dinner at Cheras. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the second day, i ate Kenny Rogers with my cousins and the service is sooo poor. i feel like smacking their face with the chickens. my parents was not with me and they think they can bully us just because they think we are kids? ok not exactly kids but young to be exact. lol. my parents called and we joined them for another lunch 1 hr later at Pizza Hut. i ate, AGAIN! but at night was good cause we ate at Mamak Shop instead of junk foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day, Food Republic was our choice for lunch. a plate of plain rice with sambal kerang and begedel is RM8? u might as well rob the bank. we packed 3 chicken floss from Bread Talk and Subway again to be eaten in the car on the way home. we bought takeaways at Marsiling and is waiting to be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big big tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i failed miserably in slimming down a lil bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-79626961277293424?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/79626961277293424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/79626961277293424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-big-tummy.html' title='big big tummy'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-6227526809340760133</id><published>2009-01-24T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:40:30.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXsL2n-Ck3I/AAAAAAAAD_M/OAEHBGXFa1Q/s1600-h/22052008234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294838819974189938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXsL2n-Ck3I/AAAAAAAAD_M/OAEHBGXFa1Q/s400/22052008234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wassup dawg?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been complaining about my weight gain. i can't fit on my certain pants and some of my bracelets can only be fit at the first hole. not forgetting my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have to admit that im putting on so much weight that im getting lazier to do anything. i used to be so skinny like a stick and i've nvr liked my figure. as if u r seeing a pair of chopsticks walking ard. im fat but im happy with it. and to add on to this weight, i just ate 2 cheese naan with Tika masalah and a plate of nasi daging merat bought at Al-Ameen. to make it worse, i ate it at 12 midnight yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, im gonna eat more todayy. i'll go on diet when sch starts. *cross finger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-6227526809340760133?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6227526809340760133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/6227526809340760133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-deal.html' title='what&apos;s the deal?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXsL2n-Ck3I/AAAAAAAAD_M/OAEHBGXFa1Q/s72-c/22052008234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2173040906801818106</id><published>2009-01-23T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:13:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder why do i love sports so much. it's tiring, waste of energy and all for some girls. and sometimes i wonder why do i love shoes instead of heels and beautiful sandals. its not that i dislike heels or sandals, but i just love collecting shoes. read: covered shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i was young, my cca was nvr a club or anything. when i was young, my ccas were badminton and track &amp;amp; field. i represent my school in the inter track &amp;amp; field competition and sadly, im not that fast like Usain Bolt. if u knw who he is lahh.. if u don't, shame on u then. he's the fastest sprinter. now i knw why he's named Bolt. maybe my mum should put my name Syirah Bolt. hmmm.. so yah, back to my story. i quit badminton cause the coach was so racist and i cursed him for that. haha. bad? i told u im not a good student in school. primary &amp;amp; secondary. except when im in poly cause im getting older and needs to be responsible. after a few months, i quit track and field cause i think im getting heavier and someone just wanna steal the limelight from me. she didn't knw till now that i was the one who gave her my position. and thanks to her, we got second in 4x100m. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gua tgh kerek ni skrg sbb biler gua lari, kiter dpt first. muahaha. *evil grin. bsides being a not so good student, im also a 2 faced bitch back then. so immature riigghhtt.. alah, masih anak abu per.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that was when i decided to join malay dance and for goodness sake, i was sooo kaku lah ok. i only danced once. they should have a bollywood club cause i spent hours dancing to bollywood songs at home! till now i can nvr forget those steps. friends, you're my witness. haha. i even danced for them at the networking class. haha. yes, aku tk tau maluu. tapi depan kwn jer ehh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;secondary, i decided to retire from sports but that didn't happen cause i end up running for my class and joining hockey as my cca. not forgetting that torturing NPCC. im getting heavier and i can't sprint like before. if u ask me to sprint now, u can see my fats flying ard. wat an ugly scene right.. poly just makes me fat. i wonder how im gonna survive the NAPFA test that is coming up. im full of fats and my butt is heavier. so how now? anyone wanna be my physical fitness instructor or u prefer to be my food companion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok let me upload some photos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni basikal pun nk tumpang glamour. almaklumah, i ni miranda kerr yg hot tuu. org runway pakai kasut, i naik basikal. unique kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164025649354386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimIbN7VpI/AAAAAAAAD-c/iLszKqKYiBk/s400/IMG_6947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaka confirm terpikat tgk aku main bolaa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164033672422354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimI5Gxo9I/AAAAAAAAD-8/mU5E-p9E6Xw/s400/P1010828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tgklahh.. bola dah reput pun nk pose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164024101560226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimIVc536I/AAAAAAAAD-k/Gc6ccDmNRf8/s400/DSC01495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ni lps main badminton. kehausan sgt. ehh, botol mcm kenal. oh, NYP sponsor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164466688425666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimiGN1fsI/AAAAAAAAD_E/C21wpuRFNIc/s400/in95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah ni kerja Siti amek gbr aku. ni fave sports tapi bwat kocek koyak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164029343099858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimIo-la9I/AAAAAAAAD-s/stzilHp5fD4/s400/weee%60+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ni gbr anugerah yg aku menang biler kat Anugerah Lagu paling sumbang. bedek jer lah..muka baru bgn tdo lahh. tapi tk sia2 sbb menang best female bowler. so, saper nk lawan? (eh2 kereknyer aku..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294164030008150514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimIrdJSfI/AAAAAAAAD-0/Bt92Rn8V0XM/s400/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2173040906801818106?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2173040906801818106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2173040906801818106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/sports.html' title='sports?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SXimIbN7VpI/AAAAAAAAD-c/iLszKqKYiBk/s72-c/IMG_6947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-4951922612181086401</id><published>2009-01-21T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:22:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the sun don't shine on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm too disappointed and sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i knw i've tried my best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-4951922612181086401?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4951922612181086401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/4951922612181086401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-sun-dont-shine-on-me.html' title='when the sun don&apos;t shine on me'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-326228614597123624</id><published>2009-01-19T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:45:38.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here, right now</title><content type='html'>feeling jittery all over due to 2 reasons. one, we are going to present the OOP project which i dread most cause i've nvr like doing c sharp programming ever since year 1. it will be my worst case module among the rest. the codes may be jargon to u but the codes are head spinning to me. and to present it, totally sucks. what's more doing it? thank god im doing it with my bestie, so i can still survive through the ordeal. bebual mcm benda tu susah sgt.. to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, less than 2 days baby. only God knows how nervous i am right now. i really do not wanna disappoint anyone especially my parents. so im trying to do my best and with a strong will, i really hope i can achieve it. pray that i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyways, i got my opted specialisation course which is the Integrated Logistics. for the fact that my 2 girlfriends are in Programming, im left with Yasa and Arina in Logistics. i can't do programming that good cause like wat i said, i suck totally at it. so i think it's best if i chose Logistics since i prefer studying and memorizing. that has been my forte since sec sch. i can remember that one whole page of history notes and my friends thought that i copy.&lt;br /&gt;but so much of memory. i don't think i can ever do that again cause im getting old so i think my brain don't function as good as 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's almost time for the informal presentation. ergghh.. one more time im gonna say. i dislike programming. not hate lah okk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-326228614597123624?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/326228614597123624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/326228614597123624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-here-right-now.html' title='right here, right now'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-2215612719106120259</id><published>2009-01-15T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:14:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let the rain come down and wash away my tiredness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;let me blog a while to update u what i've been doing currently before i proceed on doing my tons and tons of work that is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to be completed:&lt;br /&gt;-WAD project&lt;br /&gt;-OOP project&lt;br /&gt;-IADP project&lt;br /&gt;-IADP cheat codes for test&lt;br /&gt;-IADP practicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that much? oh God all these projects is killing me. we have less that a week to complete it. a sole reason y i've been sleeping late everyday and waking up early in the morning. not counting the fact that i've been going for my tuitions and pracs. im sooooo tired. i get very restless and weak whenever i reach home. my bed is the only solution to let this all go away. everyone, im sure hates the part where there's lots of projects to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me proceed doing my things. i will be sleeping late.... agaiiinn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to work with a smile!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291523632319215410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SW9EtTj4tzI/AAAAAAAAD8g/et_Cp5adyTU/s320/20052008220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-2215612719106120259?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2215612719106120259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/2215612719106120259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-rain-come-down-and-wash-away-my.html' title='let the rain come down and wash away my tiredness....'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SW9EtTj4tzI/AAAAAAAAD8g/et_Cp5adyTU/s72-c/20052008220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1510027098866944604</id><published>2009-01-12T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:10:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE.</title><content type='html'>no, im not gonna talk about bf or lover in this post. but an extraordinary love. let it be a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever that Cikgu Sairi taught me has really make a big impact in my life and i've learnt how to use it in my daily life. i tend not to get angry that easily and even if i did, i will just pray to God so that i will feel at ease. whatever others think of u, do to u even if u don't like it, control it. just say "thank you." leave all the punishment to God. as a person, just pray and hope that the person will realize watever mistaked they had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his words, his teachings makes me realize that i've missed out on all the good things in life and that happiness lies in our heart. happiness is L.O.V.E. not love towards your bf or gf or your lover. but love towards Allah. when u found Him, u found happiness. it changes my life, has it change yours yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1510027098866944604?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1510027098866944604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1510027098866944604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='LOVE.'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1099090753115380627</id><published>2009-01-09T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:31:28.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP Open House II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;pardon me if i blog again about my school open house. since im part of it, i haf a lot to talk about. shu fei and i haf been the main person at SIT booth. we've been picking up skills from our lecturer and we actually took over the main job. we talk to people who are interested in SIT and explain to them the details of every single course. even if they are not interested, i told them about what our courses have to offer. so with us around, u can see that the counselling table is full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu fei and i was suppose to end our shift at 2. but we extend it till 4. Mr Leung, my SE teacher came up to me and gave me 2 more food vouchers. so in total i can spend $6 on food and $3 on drinks for free! as greedy as i am, i bought 2 drinks, one fried rice and one roti bomb at the North Canteen. well, it's free anyway so make use of it lahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked out of school at 4 after exploring the games at Blk L. halfway through, we couldn't bear to leave the people at the booth there including the lecturers. so u knw wat we did? we cancelled our plan. i cancel my tuition. she cancel her bowling. and we walked back to sch. everyone was surprised to see us especially Mr Yap. we stayed till night and everyone was jealous cause Mr Yap treat Shu fei and i to MacDonald meal. only us. he also gt us the goodie bags which we are not suppose to take. i really wish he is one of my lecturers. we get along well with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough talking. let me upload some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the School of Information Technology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313930914271954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdq_wWrktI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/4FQr1l3HNME/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dewi Kalista! I miss them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313937446147490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdrAIsAFaI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/DLHK84Ji6sA/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do approach us to promote your products. we'll try our best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313961216755458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdrBhPWxwI/AAAAAAAAD7g/Uq2hWI0yLEQ/s320/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My animation.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313966545930930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdrB1F7irI/AAAAAAAAD7o/ELC9QODi4qI/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join EI and be with your bestfriends!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313973002299170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdrCNJP5yI/AAAAAAAAD7w/hB1OJJhJDNs/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Yap. The coolest lecturer ever! i will remember him for Nescafe. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdreaXbxBI/AAAAAAAAD8A/XrmBZe-nuqg/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314457587794962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdreaXbxBI/AAAAAAAAD8A/XrmBZe-nuqg/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best partners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdreCpUwNI/AAAAAAAAD74/dQOaUNoEQpk/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289314451220381906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdreCpUwNI/AAAAAAAAD74/dQOaUNoEQpk/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, Shu Fei. the one i've been with most of my time. u are the best girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289315832607686498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdsuctuP2I/AAAAAAAAD8I/UY0A1ZTxubw/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for making me part of the open house. there was nvr a time i regret joining it. all of u rock! see you guys in next event if there's any. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1099090753115380627?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1099090753115380627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1099090753115380627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/nyp-open-house-ii.html' title='NYP Open House II'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SWdq_wWrktI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/4FQr1l3HNME/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-3522157808963219017</id><published>2009-01-08T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:27:29.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYP Open House 2009</title><content type='html'>nvr a minute i regret going for the open house today helping out as the Peer Marketer. answering qns about our SIT courses and meeting lots of people. i spent only 20 cents today. believe it or not. they gave me voucher of $2 for food and $1 for drink. my food costs $2 while my drink costs $1.20. so yes, only 20 cents. good cause i can save money and get that starfish bracelet from Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mainly wat i hafta do is to promote the courses in SIT and explain briefly abt it. there's 2 new courses this yr which is Financial Informatics and Information Security. so there's this one girl who asked me to explain the differences of the courses. there, i go numb. quickly i called the lecturer to explain it to them. haha. most of the time im with shu fei walking ard looking at stuffs rather than doing work. at least, im not bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u do not knw yet, NYP is having open house for students waiting for O level results and also the graduating ITE students. u can find me at the SIT booth when u enter the auditorium. i suppose the first person u will see is me cause im helping Mr Chua at the desk and the best part is SIT is like in the centre of attraction. im the one wearing red NYP shirt. i knw there will be quite a number wearing that shirt too but the selenge2 one, ahh.. that's me. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't forget to come to NYP tomorrow and Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My poly, my choice. Experience our brew of endless possibilities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-3522157808963219017?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3522157808963219017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/3522157808963219017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/nvr-minute-i-regret-going-for-open.html' title='NYP Open House 2009'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-1267149866171132048</id><published>2009-01-06T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:03:35.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when u start to feel it..</title><content type='html'>im halfway through my Marketing assignment and im only left with the pricing approach. at least, this burden is almost gone, thankfully. i've nvr like this point of time where u will hafta complete a mountain of projects and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently doing on&lt;a href="http://thebodyshop.com.sg/"&gt; The Body Shop&lt;/a&gt; for my assignment. i started using their products cause i JUST gotta knw from a good friend that they uses non-animal product and they only use natural ingredients. one thing i chose to use their product is because i got a sensitive skin and im prone to having pimples. my skin is too sensitive that i will turn red everytime im under the hot sun. and if i were to play volleyball, my skin will turn blue black easily compare to others. The Body shop provide products that can be use w/o any worries for sensitive skin people like me. i used to be a Maybelline fan but ever since i switched to Body Shop, i find that their product suit my skin better especially their foundation. i don't mind paying a little bit more as long as the product satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if u are one who is like me, i suggest u use Body Shop products. i sound more like advertising this product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im starting to feel nervous and pls pray that i'll be fine. less than a mth to go u knw.. pls pls pls pray for me. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i still got lots of things to complete. cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-1267149866171132048?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1267149866171132048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/1267149866171132048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-u-start-to-feel-it.html' title='when u start to feel it..'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-7845411860511975931</id><published>2009-01-04T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:35:03.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer me, pls?</title><content type='html'>i hafta face it and realize about u being ignorant most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;there was nvr a time where u assure me that everything gonna be fine. all u can do is to just give me a cold shoulder or show that u are not bothered. i just need an ans from u. is that too much to ask for? just an ans and nth more. but u kept on blaming and assuming that i wanna continue the old story. that's nt wat i want. when i ask, u ans. u dun hafta show your attitude to me. i know u are not happy just because she avoided u. and u used me so that u can forget her? by treating me like your disposable friend. there was nvr a time u respect me as your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask urself why u hafta go ard hurting others just because someone treat u that way. if i dun deserve to be your friend, tell me. but i knw there will be no ans coming out from u cause u have nvr ans any of my qns. if u think im wrg in saying all these, prove me wrg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need is answers, friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-7845411860511975931?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7845411860511975931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/7845411860511975931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/answer-me-pls.html' title='answer me, pls?'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38513234.post-8283048182526542759</id><published>2009-01-03T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:49:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA</title><content type='html'>I had a great time with the loved ones at Layar Andayu 2008. It was good for a musical and don't worry about wat others said. like wat u girls said, everyone think that their school is the best and we also know that our school is the best. Thank you for the good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SV5DQJg5xII/AAAAAAAAD7I/BrWelqUrahc/s1600-h/P1020993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286736957290431618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SV5DQJg5xII/AAAAAAAAD7I/BrWelqUrahc/s320/P1020993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SV5DOZs9gMI/AAAAAAAAD7A/Q2qlEHVUiC0/s1600-h/IMG_6775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286736927276236994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SV5DOZs9gMI/AAAAAAAAD7A/Q2qlEHVUiC0/s320/IMG_6775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they say ugly girls get the best guy. cause if u walk ard, u will notice that pretty girls will be with the non good-looking guys while the handsome guys will be with the non good-looking girls. so, am i ugly enough? hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38513234-8283048182526542759?l=shee-rah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8283048182526542759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38513234/posts/default/8283048182526542759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shee-rah.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-great-time-with-loved-ones-at.html' title='LA'/><author><name>-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/Sj7tFP645fI/AAAAAAAAEPI/NJEMoJgojRM/S220/tulips-white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuy4TakIYmE/SV5DQJg5xII/AAAAAAAAD7I/BrWelqUrahc/s72-c/P1020993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
