<?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-3323183242431945704</id><updated>2012-01-02T15:51:32.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><subtitle type='html'>sarah flintstone</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3701593542373763289</id><published>2011-12-29T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:16:19.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WRAPPING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;2 days before bidding goodbye to 2011. The happiness, hardships, memories, experiences and journeys I went through will make me a better and mature person. I wish that the sadness will fade away and more importantly, God will be my protector and savior as another year ready to embrace its way through the path yet to be known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To family who I miss everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To friends who shall be in my mind always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To loved one who will be my best friend forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Cherish this year, wrapping the world with the nakedness of mind as more things are yet to be discovered and learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;To 2012, hope you'll be kind to me. Cause I need it to get through another chapter of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;ps: result to come out. forgetting to breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3701593542373763289?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3701593542373763289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3701593542373763289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3701593542373763289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3701593542373763289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/wrapping.html' title='WRAPPING'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5595989947756208832</id><published>2011-12-10T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T09:54:04.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIRATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A note to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Congratulations! You are officially 21, which means you are now eligible to vote, to buy alcohol in the States for Sara during our next field trip (joke:P), and you are now in the prime age of getting hitched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Congratulations for successfully obtaining everything you want in life (studies, friends, experience).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Congratulations for making your family proud of your achievement, so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I hope to look back at this moment ten years from now where I will be a critically acclaimed geologist, with beautiful family and blessings from God.&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/3323183242431945704-5595989947756208832?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5595989947756208832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5595989947756208832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5595989947756208832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5595989947756208832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/pirate.html' title='PIRATE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8749575846759930645</id><published>2011-11-07T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:44:36.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Praise to the great Lord for every blessings, in every humanely form I can take and savor for the next chapters in life. Study has been good though there are still rooms for improvement (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;: doing report instead of updating blog:P), family is doing great, friends are back and ready to share laughter once again (I sincerely miss every single one of you), romance has been a smooth sailing and more opportunities for self-improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm utterly excited for the leadership symposium. This would be my official solo workshop/seminar and I'm a little nervous on what to expect from the 3-days program. Well, I mean this is definitely a good thing as it will give a better chance for me to apply for SIFT (which reminds me that I have to work on my resume etc after all assignments are done) but I'm still nervous. Probably a little skeptical but hey, that's what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Winter is coming and Cuba is calling. All I need is to find ways to get a lot of money, ASAP. Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: US Visa is not yet done:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pss&lt;/span&gt;: I should really apply for one like, now!&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/3323183242431945704-8749575846759930645?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8749575846759930645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8749575846759930645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8749575846759930645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8749575846759930645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/lord.html' title='LORD'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7610098935582608768</id><published>2011-10-20T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:12:08.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILK</title><content type='html'>My cats love anything that produces scratchy sound and soft that they can bit into them while pretending they have a mouse in their mouth. The first few days were astonishingly funny as they went around the house, circling every corner, waiting in front of every door just to have a peek of what hidden behind those doors.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 2 weeks are crazy. Well, I secured a part time job on campus with the Physics Department which is literally across the street from Geology building with a decent pay. I couldn't be happier. The downsides are chains of midterms and assignments. 1 lab report, 2 lab journals, 2 midterms, 1 field trip and work starts on Monday. Ah, couldn't find a better day to start work. Ok Tommy, don't bite me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get my USA visa done by next month so next holiday plan can be accomplished. Colorado, Malaysia. Applying for summer job should be the next big thing in my agenda, whether mining or oil and gas industry, doesn't really matter. What's important is that experience and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j311yQPD_cM/TqDip0y_6hI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gNEx0HutaYc/s200/315018_10150349772858025_698903024_8071480_1694951156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665777539407145490" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing, Darcy and Tommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-7610098935582608768?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7610098935582608768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7610098935582608768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7610098935582608768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7610098935582608768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/milk.html' title='MILK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j311yQPD_cM/TqDip0y_6hI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gNEx0HutaYc/s72-c/315018_10150349772858025_698903024_8071480_1694951156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-6318874261680602444</id><published>2011-09-16T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T10:05:10.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINERALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;New semester just started. Hyped out with the timetable and workloads. Igneous and metamorphic class, sedimentary, geophysical and archaeology are enough to make me stressed out for a bit even the first week is just over. Anyway, the good news are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. 2 inner-state field trips. Bamcroft and Oshawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. Colorado field trip! Crazy. Urlich is an amazing prof and is this works out, geology IS the coolest field ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ahnaf gets to go to Peking, China around November. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuba for winter. Life is treating me well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;COLORADO;D&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/3323183242431945704-6318874261680602444?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6318874261680602444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=6318874261680602444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6318874261680602444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6318874261680602444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/minerals.html' title='MINERALS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7388096726016432548</id><published>2011-09-03T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T08:41:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A shout out to best friend, boyfriend and everything I want him to be... Ahnaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyrBt27ewhc/TmJKQ-ggppI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_F-oOG4Al8U/s200/AHNAF.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648158538193741458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Turning 23 is not that bad. Plus, you get to celebrate it with me this year (well, that is when we get back to TO of course). Below is a list of my wishes to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. all the best for your final year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. may your life will be blessed by God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. may you find the ultimate happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. get a job, get married and have beautiful kids like you always want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love you so much temok/gumuk!:D&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/3323183242431945704-7388096726016432548?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7388096726016432548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7388096726016432548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7388096726016432548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7388096726016432548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/09/cake.html' title='CAKE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PyrBt27ewhc/TmJKQ-ggppI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_F-oOG4Al8U/s72-c/AHNAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2317981467397608857</id><published>2011-08-20T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:38:01.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And well, there she is, my replacement. If you are reading this and you have the slightest hunch that the YOU I'm referring to is well, YOU... I only have this to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You should find someone better, prettier than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel good about you my baby. Our secret, big plan next year must be done for sure. Can't wait another second without calling you my soul mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2 months to go! :)&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/3323183242431945704-2317981467397608857?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2317981467397608857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2317981467397608857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2317981467397608857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2317981467397608857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/so.html' title='SO'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2458680163980786307</id><published>2011-08-11T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:51:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It makes me want to puke when "non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utaraian&lt;/span&gt;" (people who weren't born or raised in the northern parts) try their ass off to speak "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;utara&lt;/span&gt;". I have the liability to say that because I am fluent in it. Simply because my mom was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kedah&lt;/span&gt; and the whole maternal sides do not speak other accents except "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;utara&lt;/span&gt;" despite residing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt; for at least 25 years. Do not tell me not to brag about it because I can definitely survive and no vendors/sellers can tell me fibs about any ridiculous prices or offers they have to offer me if fate was to put me in one of the northern states.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whenever actors spoke their lines and tried to convince the audiences on how good they can be when it came to the necessity to put on the accent (as to fulfill the needs from the directors and scriptwriters)... it was sad just to know their efforts were nothing but simply jokes on themselves. Well, that is a good feeling compare to anguish as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;actings&lt;/span&gt; were shameful plays on the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;utarian&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;utarian&lt;/span&gt;" do not speak that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So don't you dare speak/put on any accents if you are not fluent because it makes me either want to puke or give you a damn good slap.&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/3323183242431945704-2458680163980786307?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2458680163980786307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2458680163980786307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2458680163980786307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2458680163980786307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/hush.html' title='HUSH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2214677420735582349</id><published>2011-08-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:31:45.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, Twitter, blog, you name it. In this cloudy afternoon I should be sweeping the dusty floor and not sitting on the chair updating my blog. But the duty can wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Friends come and go. You might call him your best friend but he may not feel the same way about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt; weird. So, should you still call him your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;? In this ever changing world, where everybody (literally everybody) is connected with the next person by at most a chain of 6 people they ever encountered in life, you can't help but the feel sad when a person you used to treasure somehow abandoning the God-forsaken-memories for a better or more acceptable people. The 'Hi's and hello's' are just another wall spam on his wall. Maybe this is a sign for a fresh, new start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So kudos to you dear friend. If you ever consider of re-kindling our friendship, you know where to find me. But for now, I have better things to do e.g. cleaning my room.&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/3323183242431945704-2214677420735582349?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2214677420735582349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2214677420735582349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2214677420735582349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2214677420735582349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/pill.html' title='PILL'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2796915792244287979</id><published>2011-07-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:59:21.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POUNCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Often wonder if the world is now a limitless place for privacy. With all the latest social network sites, people can get connected from across the globe. But do we really have to put for God's sake every freaking tiny little thing for the world to know and to see? My relationship with social network (SN) is bittersweet. Pretty naive for me to put my world for everyone to look at and talk about. Now, is privacy a luxury or we simply succumb to the needs of being in the "IT" society who is constantly letting people to creep on our life without knowing it is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; is just 4 days away and I'm truly excited for it. My first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt; in Canada was a bundle of joy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; not to say I really enjoyed it but to be able to say "I'm fasting" was as hard as breaking pieces of rock from a priceless fossil. So, are you ready for it?&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/3323183242431945704-2796915792244287979?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2796915792244287979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2796915792244287979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2796915792244287979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2796915792244287979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pounce.html' title='POUNCE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-998749064562609508</id><published>2011-07-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:03:57.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADULT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Approaching 21, felt time passes by like the speed of light. Leaving me hanging whenever boredom kicks the door. Have I learned enough to keep my sanity at bay, should I start wishing for good fortune? Maybe fate will take me to the unknown world. Full of secrecy and unexpected visitors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Should we grow up and be matured as what people expected? I wonder how to answer this question. Maybe I will have more time if the distractions of keeping grudge can be eliminated. Ah love. Speaking of it. I may have found my true love. Not my first, but something about this particular feeling of fluttering heart and skip-a-beat-kinda-thing whenever I see him after weeks of being apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So does God has a bigger plan for me? I think yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-998749064562609508?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/998749064562609508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=998749064562609508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/998749064562609508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/998749064562609508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/adult.html' title='ADULT'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2734892452881869231</id><published>2011-07-16T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:13:41.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PYRAMID</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You are not a Malaysian if you dislike/hate food. Wherever you go, people would just make themselves available for 'food feast' or shall I say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kenduri&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pennyless&lt;/span&gt;, effortless, and all you have to do is dress up and make yourself presentable as the bride/groom's friend. A complete package meal with all the necessities in the food pyramid is fulfilled. Well, minus the fat and cholesterol percentage which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-surprisingly manage to exceed the amount required by one's body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I always love food. I can't think of any moments where this word can be a nightmare to me. Despite all the harsh words I said about food whenever the number on the weighing scale increased, deep down in my stomach I would never hate them. In fact, you should cherish this magnificent gift. Being myself whose culinary skill is close to null, I occasionally find myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; envying those who can cook. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bahaaaa&lt;/span&gt; more things to learn then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, don't ever take it seriously if I start to rant about food 'cause now you know, if I'm down, get me a chocolate cake and I will be all good again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; much love in this world, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQJbiMfM8Dg/S8RvwKMAIyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ny2bt_O7Fzs/s320/malay_food_malaysia.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2734892452881869231?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2734892452881869231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2734892452881869231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2734892452881869231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2734892452881869231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/pyramid.html' title='PYRAMID'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kQJbiMfM8Dg/S8RvwKMAIyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ny2bt_O7Fzs/s72-c/malay_food_malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-172817476138792656</id><published>2011-07-12T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:24:33.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It all comes down on how you define life. Your goals, your hurdles. After you have achieved whatever you wish for (night and day), do you ever stop to turn around and realise that you have forgotten your pure intention of being where you are now? I do that all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pure bliss and happy. That is how my life should be. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do, who should earn my respect, who should I care for because at the end of the day, I will be alone. All I ever wanted is a decent life with the ones I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Leave me if later you will find no interest of talking to me or perhaps saying hello when we bump into each other on the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ah life is good, eh?:)&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/3323183242431945704-172817476138792656?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/172817476138792656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=172817476138792656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/172817476138792656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/172817476138792656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/week.html' title='WEEK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8042276762713158674</id><published>2011-07-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:17:18.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm gonna screw you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that's it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i'm so loaded with anger and frustration that i'm going to scream at your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;argh i need a pack of ice to cool myself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;DAMN YOU&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/3323183242431945704-8042276762713158674?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8042276762713158674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8042276762713158674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8042276762713158674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8042276762713158674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/frust.html' title='FRUST'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1745015544487739117</id><published>2011-05-28T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:33:24.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOUDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_en3tE7aKwk8/S_FYUfRInzI/AAAAAAAAB9E/GUpcJjVOPDk/s1600/cute+fat+cat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Poor... it feels darn bad when you are poor... if you are planning to come to Canada, especially TO, don't be shocked by the number of people sitting on the cold pavement with a Tim Horton's cup begging for a spare of change. I thought that Malaysia has enough beggars on the roadside but TO beats us like there is no tomorrow. I'm not trying to boast about being wealthy or how unlucky to survive with people's sympathy but I can't help to feel sorry for them. Dude, it is the govt. policy. If you are hardworking, know your way around the bureaucracy and with a bit of luck, you will have enough for living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer here sucks. Wait, it is not summer YET. Yeah, cause it keeps on raining, with the sky so greyish-gloomi-ish, my goodness! I can bitch about this dreadful weather for centuries. Woah, mouth young lady, that is God's creation. Be grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week before my flightttttttttt (read this with a high pitch opera voice). Literally excited! But first to pack, to figure out where to put my horrendous boxes and shopping. Darn must go to Niagara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wondering if I will be allowed to have a pet when I live in my new place next semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TWO FAT CATS, THEY ARE SO FAT LIKE GARFIELD AND THEIR FUR ARE SO THICK AND THE STOMACHS ARE SO BIG THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THEIR FEET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/9900000/cute-cats-cute-kittens-9986336-350-467.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 467px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;or this :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_en3tE7aKwk8/S_FYUfRInzI/AAAAAAAAB9E/GUpcJjVOPDk/s1600/cute+fat+cat.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 421px; height: 556px;" border="0" alt="" /&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/3323183242431945704-1745015544487739117?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1745015544487739117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1745015544487739117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1745015544487739117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1745015544487739117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/clouds.html' title='CLOUDS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_en3tE7aKwk8/S_FYUfRInzI/AAAAAAAAB9E/GUpcJjVOPDk/s72-c/cute+fat+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7961952437378019237</id><published>2011-05-09T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:17:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOSSOM</title><content type='html'>It is nearly a perfect day when you wake up with everything seems synchronize, like a really good song that makes you slowly feel all warm inside. I am not going deep now because I am never good with emotions. Like with a snap, I can drain all the tears without stopping. Yeah, totally deep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If life has not been good to you, turn back and look at what had you done before. Try every single damn thing to make rectify all the damaged. And pray. Because that is the best thing to do. Don't you dare tell me that I should be corrected since my status is at stake. Damn you. Shut your face because you are worse than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OHHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HELLLLOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; SUMMER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be good to mama please:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-7961952437378019237?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7961952437378019237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7961952437378019237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7961952437378019237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7961952437378019237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/blossom.html' title='BLOSSOM'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2480240088987147001</id><published>2011-05-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:55:30.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WINDOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thegreenstudent.ca/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/u_of_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 326px;" src="http://thegreenstudent.ca/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/u_of_t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; University College and Hart House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bid goodbye to winter. How sad. The crazy weather in this big city has totally makes me feel all weird. It can get so cold that it feels like winter all over again and the next day, you wake up with the Sun shines brightly and splashes its ray directly onto your face. Not a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is not an asshole if you treat it nicely. Despite all the mishaps and the bad lucks you had encountered before, there is always that hidden someone laughing at you while hiding in a bush. That person is a bitch. But life.. No, it is not. So yeah. Gear up for the fun in life because hey, you may never know if you will see the Sun again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second year.. let's see.. 4 months from now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2480240088987147001?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2480240088987147001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2480240088987147001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2480240088987147001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2480240088987147001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/window.html' title='WINDOW'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1410975510495530060</id><published>2011-04-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:59:29.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The point where you are bored to death! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Like Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I must not complaint or say anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ahnaf, please finish your exam now:(&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/3323183242431945704-1410975510495530060?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1410975510495530060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1410975510495530060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1410975510495530060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1410975510495530060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/death.html' title='DEATH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-6448856611980631443</id><published>2011-04-17T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:33:52.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah.. That is just great. The only day when you woke up feeling hungry and remembered about your KitKat sitting on your shelves, and you noticed it was gone... You felt crushed, disappointed, rejected by the whole society who created chocolate as one of the most amazing wonders your taste bud can ever experience. You hate the world to the core. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is exactly what I am feeling now. F*** you for eating my KitKat. I bid you goodbye in a few days and pray that I will never, ever bump into you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ever, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to get my own sweet place next semester. Hell yeah I am going to adopt 8 cats, 10 fishes, a bird and 2 turtles and make my own little heaven where no one can steal my KitKat (unless your cats figure out how to unwrap the KitKat wrapper). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lovemarks.com/media/image/kit_kat_html.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 207px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3323183242431945704-6448856611980631443?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6448856611980631443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=6448856611980631443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6448856611980631443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6448856611980631443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/green.html' title='GREEN'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3566632312421618194</id><published>2011-04-16T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:38:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK</title><content type='html'>Owhhhh yeahhhhhhhh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrapping up my first year with something memorable, sweet, hassle-free and annoyingly fun. Let's see.. I am not missing facebook like I used to think before deactivating it prior exam. Totally the world still spins, not missing even a fraction of milisecond revolution, obeying the Physics Law. Counting days to go back and ..... AHHHHH... the smell of KL's polluted air. That is what my olfactory sense desires. Not to forget the food. Now I cherish, enjoy, love and CRAVE for Malaysian food more than ever. Agree with me that you are tired with the western food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, gear up for summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3566632312421618194?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3566632312421618194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3566632312421618194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3566632312421618194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3566632312421618194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/black.html' title='BLACK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-656008034570590326</id><published>2011-02-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T07:07:55.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;COUNTING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt; CHILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Life is great:)&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/3323183242431945704-656008034570590326?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/656008034570590326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=656008034570590326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/656008034570590326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/656008034570590326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/summer.html' title='SUMMER'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3855332565560191866</id><published>2011-01-15T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:09:27.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So gear up, it's a brand new year. Significantly adding another year to your-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;owh&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;-so-old-now face. I wasn't planning to do any resolution because I'm 99.9999999% sure that it will end up being another in&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; mission. But it won't hurt to just secretly say that I want to be better in all aspects this year. Going to cut down all those junkies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is throwing directly onto my face, drink more coffee or latte, be a devoted member of the gym and a good daughter, a humble Muslim and a good person who contributes less greenhouse gases than the rest of human population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Winter break was decent. I didn't go anywhere. Downtown was my place and someday, I practically didn't do anything except woke up at 3 in the evening to find out that it was starting to get dark again. All I can said was, "well I miss the Sun again". But, it was all right. Little Italy is such a cute place. I can see old men watching football in bar and they conversed in either Spanish or Italian. It was as if seeing the old men in '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kedai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kopi&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;' watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Piala&lt;/span&gt; Super.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So back to school! Back to the thick books and more things to memorise and less fun. Well it would be so ungrateful of me to keep sighing about life as a university student but sometimes you just can't shut your mouth! All I can say is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CHILEEEE&lt;/span&gt; HERE I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;COMEEEE&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yoooooo&lt;/span&gt;! What's up with the new zodiac?! Thank you astrologers for adding a new sign and yeah guess what, I have the new zodiac sign! OPHIUCHUS! I prefer my old masculine Sagittarius. Now this new zodiac says that I am the attractor of good luck and jealousy. Sounds deep, eh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; seriously I would only attract good luck to other people, NOT ME. I shall embrace Ophiuchus and wish that astrologers will not knock their heads on the wall and wake up in the morning saying, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt; we should another sign!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Because if you do, I'm going to kill you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; random!&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/3323183242431945704-3855332565560191866?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3855332565560191866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3855332565560191866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3855332565560191866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3855332565560191866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/milo.html' title='MILO'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-848231549299262236</id><published>2010-12-16T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:56:33.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know you are dead broke when you can't even afford a small coffee from Tim Horton's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You know you are dead broke when your boyfriend wants to lend you his money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You are dead broke when you start to have a stupid idea of doing paintings and stand on the street selling them for $2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You are dead broke when the raisins taste like the best chocolate chip cookies in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So yeah, don't bother guessing because I AM DEAD BROKE.&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/3323183242431945704-848231549299262236?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/848231549299262236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=848231549299262236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/848231549299262236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/848231549299262236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/cash.html' title='CASH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1438675932680342255</id><published>2010-12-10T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:01:20.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>Turning 20 wasn't as bad as what I thought it will turn out to be. Despite the ruining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt; of where I had to sit for an exam (it was the final), I still had the best birthday ever. Thank you for the sushi, the homemade chocolate cake, the movie (I WATCHED THE TOURIST!) and the surprise party. Also thanks to you for the movie, the cute colourful Dr. Seuss' notebook and the cashmere scarf. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm writing this using your laptop while you're sitting for an exam. Bless...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I had an ice cream and love and more than I wished for. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OWHHH&lt;/span&gt;... also I got the chance to make 2 wishes. And chocolate cakes. And warm weather. And everything was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn, 2 exams before winter break. Darn. Darn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never EVER pull an all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; the night of your exam. NEVER. Because you will end up sleeping and wanting for more hours of sleep and more and before you know it, you are sitting on a super comfy couch with a laptop on your lap, hitting the keyboards in an attempt to update your blog. You can almost hear a voice at the back of your head saying or rather chanting, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GEOCHEM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GEOCHEM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GEOCHEM&lt;/span&gt;" but you decide to ignore it. Yup this is exactly what I'm doing. This is a true fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should put on the pants and go to the dept (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: the dept means the GEOLOGY DEPT that ROCKS!) Or I can just wait for you to finish the exam. We can have dinner somewhere if you don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?! Seriously, not working man. You have exam and let's just face it. For real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1438675932680342255?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1438675932680342255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1438675932680342255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1438675932680342255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1438675932680342255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4981847395768727799</id><published>2010-12-01T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:36:10.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSENGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ME SO TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; is so retarded. One it was all fine, I was chatting with my pen pal and the next thing I knew, I couldn't sign in to my account. How retarded is that? Don't answer. I know. Just plain retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shizzle&lt;/span&gt;, everywhere is snowing. Luckily, TO had a 5 cm snow last Saturday. I woke up almost noon with messages from friends who had never seen, felt snow just like me saying , "Sarah wake up! It is snowing heavily outside!" By the time I dressed up to go back to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;resz&lt;/span&gt;, the snow had stopped. But on the ground, there were sheets of cotton white snow, everywhere. And I looked up at the sky, it was blue, so pretty with balls of white clouds. The best thing was it wasn't cold at all. On the field of King's circle, the grass was covered with snow. Snap, snap, snap. My first snow, a perfect day and no thick jacket or dozens layer of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 20 birthday is approaching. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LALALALALALAALLALALAALA&lt;/span&gt;.. Don't ask me what I want because my answer would be something that you will not be able to give. Or just give me your love. Or an ice cream treat would be thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for winter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;breakkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;! Tickets for Dr. Seuss's play are on their way to my mailbox. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;.. it would be nice to watch something live on the stage instead of the 2D images on the black rectangular box. Maybe a trip to Niagara. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shizzz&lt;/span&gt;.. I haven't order the tickets for Tim Burton's exhibition! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No talking to me for the next 3 weeks. Exam mode, nerd mode, study mode and finally... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: skype is ok..now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-4981847395768727799?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4981847395768727799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4981847395768727799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4981847395768727799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4981847395768727799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/messenger.html' title='MESSENGER'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-6327947470240235039</id><published>2010-11-03T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:02:37.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KOALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I AM SO LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING. IT IS SO RUSTY THAT EVEN POURING a 100 LITERS OF OIL CAN'T GET IT TO WORK PROPERLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geochemistry is H.A.R.D. 1 month of thermodynamics and I feel like the professor is speaking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Enuit&lt;/span&gt; language. And all the equations.. I am turning into an engineer for an hour every Monday to Wednesday. The 'best' part was for the first time in my life I put a 5-hours straight of energy and a whole lot of brain cells to work for the mineralogy assignment. Faggot. And guess what? I am still stuck with the last sub-question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall drain my emotions for something better this weekend. Long weekend, winter clothing shopping, a Niagara fireworks trip.. I am dreading this week man. For the sake of good money, please.. please.. few more brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-6327947470240235039?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6327947470240235039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=6327947470240235039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6327947470240235039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6327947470240235039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/koala.html' title='KOALA'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1223698686973346751</id><published>2010-10-30T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:09:34.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERLEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title is a name of a band and the vocalist is my Bio lab partner. Check 'em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's wish list is being updated to keep track on the things she wants and the places she wishes to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turning 20 in Toronto (pretty sure I am getting it, maybe in the next post I will tell you why)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; touch&lt;br /&gt;3. A jet black skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;4. Adidas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nizza&lt;/span&gt; High-Star Wars the Fighter (to get this, I need to start watching Star Wars again)&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Roald&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dahl's&lt;/span&gt; compilation of short stories&lt;br /&gt;6. Snow!&lt;br /&gt;7. US Visa&lt;br /&gt;8. Lion fish&lt;br /&gt;9. Peru&lt;br /&gt;10. Bosnia&lt;br /&gt;11. Sicily&lt;br /&gt;12. Paris (because of the Louvre for god's sake!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;14. New York&lt;br /&gt;15. Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;16. Mexico (Mayan history is a seduction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahha&lt;/span&gt;! Not that much right.. I know, "why Bosnia?" I am so tired of people visiting Europe but forget a small country called Bosnia which has a lot more to offer and many mysteries yet to be discovered. I am so in love with you Sparrow (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; new name). Will you be my lover and love me the way I love you? *High 5*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1223698686973346751?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1223698686973346751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1223698686973346751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1223698686973346751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1223698686973346751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/everlea.html' title='EVERLEA'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5046198949784793261</id><published>2010-10-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:24:59.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MC CAUL STREET</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder what should I do during winter. I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fringging&lt;/span&gt; go anywhere due to lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt; or simply saving money  for summer by instructing my mind not think about winter and boxing day. Aye! What am I talking about? Boxing day IS the best day during the whole freezing, below-zero-temperature season of the year. Now, let me take you to what really matters.. Turning 20 this year. Birthday. I am expecting myself to be matured and sensible and watch less cartoons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wooo&lt;/span&gt; it makes me feel old for a brief second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I might have to crash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sarah's&lt;/span&gt; place this winter due to the residence's policy of not letting the students stay during winter. No, u CAN actually stay but you have to pay. I am not going to pay you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Canadians&lt;/span&gt; for a-3 weeks stay with no cool things to do. Well actually I can go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Montreal&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BC&lt;/span&gt; or take the train and simply stop at some random place with no clue or whatsoever to expect. That would be nice. My little adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want lion fish as my birthday present. Can you give it to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-5046198949784793261?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5046198949784793261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5046198949784793261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5046198949784793261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5046198949784793261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/mc-caul-street.html' title='MC CAUL STREET'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4479727488104689303</id><published>2010-10-26T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:29:27.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It had been done. Pretty much write everything, what I feel, what I want, what I m doing and some random crappy stuff in my black, dusty blog. It is heartbreaking and it wasn't his fault. I can't scrape off my overly-emotional mentality about tiny little things and somehow I can't take it anymore. Thought that I was up for it. Blergh.. long distance.. whatever.. we are good. But I didn't realised that there were more to come. I love him dearly but he is better off with someone else. He taught me some values and I cherished every moment we spent together. He is such a good man and he deserves all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher of mine gave some words of wisdom and it makes me feel that I should be more considerate, more mature before making any decision. We live once and you won't get the second chance, not even if u trade it with whatever bajilion treasures that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will always be a part of me. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: mid termsz-ah is a word meant not to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-4479727488104689303?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4479727488104689303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4479727488104689303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4479727488104689303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4479727488104689303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3015844931375199918</id><published>2010-10-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:13:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL NIGHTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 degree outside, 6.13 am and I am still wide awake. Which is quite unusual for a person who would trade the world for a pinch of shut-eye. Times are hard now. Rat race, the pressure to be the best, somehow I found myself secretly enjoying the ticking of the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can throw me foods and pillows and duvet and I would simply ignore them. I would tell you that I am loving what I'm doing now. This feels like looking for your best jeans only to find it underneath piles of your clothes and it makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you feel so relieved since you are now able to wear it for the night of your life. Discovery and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss my family, friends, foods, Malaysians and Malaysia. Also the honking and screeching sound of the tires of Waja, Wira and sometime a glimpse of red Ferrari on the road. I miss having to say "sheshhhh..panas gilee". But fool you if you think that I want to take the next flight home because at this moment, I am living my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TMFjQ8AZHOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v5_ayGE_c-I/s1600/toronto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TMFjQ8AZHOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v5_ayGE_c-I/s320/toronto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530810960024509666" 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/3323183242431945704-3015844931375199918?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3015844931375199918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3015844931375199918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3015844931375199918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3015844931375199918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-nighter.html' title='ALL NIGHTER'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TMFjQ8AZHOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/v5_ayGE_c-I/s72-c/toronto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2306479846097383803</id><published>2010-10-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:08:08.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APATITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 classes. Free friday, alternately. I am very glad that I decided to study rocks and not some other science courses. I always knew that I will somehow create a path that leads to the discovery of gravity, neutron and other sciences terms that had casually found places in my heart. What else can I say, art is always my craving but science is the language of human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dude, hundreds of mineral to be memorised? Not cool (lately I have been using these words more often than "I,m hungry!"). I m not whining but I need break from the big green book called MINERAL SCIENCE sold by mubeen at the price of $90 (believe me it's cheap since he bought it for $150++).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, I just realised that gold is no longer my favorite mineral. Time to find a new sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter: BC/ US (if I have a visa, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2306479846097383803?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2306479846097383803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2306479846097383803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2306479846097383803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2306479846097383803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/apatite.html' title='APATITE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-400219064198942646</id><published>2010-09-21T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:45:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROYALTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is starting. Well life was supposed to be simple like fairytales. A beautiful princess locked up in a castle and waited for her prince charming by the window every day to save her from a fire-breathing dragon. The prince came with his mighty white horse and slayed the dragon. He kissed her lips and they knew that this was meant to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life could be that simple, I shall listen to the love songs and feel the wind brushing my cheeks and happily chasing dogs on a field. Or probably grab a coffee, take a decent book and find a sweet place at a park where the grass is nothing but green and simply read and humming to Bob Marley's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it could only be that simple, I shall close this thick, 675-pages book (minus the index, appendices) and lay on my bed and stare at the blank ceiling and have nothing to worry except what will they serve for breakfast tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, life is never that simple. But there is no stopping me from going to bed. Except the sense of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, life ain't that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-400219064198942646?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/400219064198942646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=400219064198942646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/400219064198942646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/400219064198942646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/royalty.html' title='ROYALTY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2236482879667878734</id><published>2010-09-17T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T20:04:15.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUIRREL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This place is flooded with squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming very edgy. And so goes with my body. Which is incapable to say no to malay foods. As the temperature drops I wish that this is Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suck it up girl, it is going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2236482879667878734?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2236482879667878734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2236482879667878734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2236482879667878734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2236482879667878734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/squirrel.html' title='SQUIRREL'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4328095728137570163</id><published>2010-08-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:04:41.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EXPENDABLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A movie that had me glued to the seat for 2 hours without complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not talk about it BUT I am proudly will write about the actors.&lt;br /&gt;1. Sylvester Stallone. My parents are crazily in love with him. I grew up listening to their admiration towards him and his talent. Action-packed movies weren't really my thing but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after I watched his acts in Rambo, man! I am in love with Stallone. 64 and his body is still solid and whaddaheck is that 6 squared-things on his abs? 6-packed! Gentlemen, do be like him please.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1YTigRvKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0t8ctR1uclU/s1600/sylvester_stallone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1YTigRvKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0t8ctR1uclU/s200/sylvester_stallone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507155012046929058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just a heart throb for a man that we can call poppi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Arnold Schwarzenegger&lt;br /&gt;An Austrian-born governor, once a bodybuilder and part-time actor. Watching The Terminator franchise had made my childhood was exceptionally wonderful. Thanks to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learned that someday, scientists and engineers have to create brilliantly handsome robots to help human evolution. (what a crap)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1hdWpNNvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1fZWDPAkcQ4/s1600/brad_pitt11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 and still no sign of bulging tummy, I love him as much as I love Stallone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1jTayYxnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WesXCx49ml0/s1600/arnold-schwarzenegger-the-terminator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1jTayYxnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WesXCx49ml0/s200/arnold-schwarzenegger-the-terminator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507167104603309682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. George Clooney&lt;br /&gt;He is what I call a sexy old man (if you wish to throw up, my suggestion would be to stop reading this post because it will be filled with my admiration towards a group of old man).&lt;br /&gt;Batman &amp;amp; Robin was a legend particularly with the producer's decision to mask Clooney as Batman. If you watched the Ocean's franchise (Ocean 11, 12 and 13), his sexiness can be compared to Brad Pitt's. That is crazy! Nobody can be as hot and sexy as Pitt but he did it using his secret weapons, charm and wittiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1iZm4vllI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FNNK9IjeQrQ/s1600/George+Clooney+-1-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1iZm4vllI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FNNK9IjeQrQ/s200/George+Clooney+-1-300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507166111418783314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drool~ I like old guys! Why la?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-4328095728137570163?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4328095728137570163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4328095728137570163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4328095728137570163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4328095728137570163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/expendables.html' title='THE EXPENDABLES'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TG1YTigRvKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0t8ctR1uclU/s72-c/sylvester_stallone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3566126083467074350</id><published>2010-08-17T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:05:57.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OWL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is very funny how life finds its way to make human feel either good or bad. When things take a wrong turn you start to curse or swear and say pretty mean stuffs to nice people. Or you just give them a really mean look as if they are the evil bad do-er. Dude you are so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Akiey. She is such a nice girl and very pretty with her rings covering her tiny fingers. We had never spoken back in KMB but it had been fated that we met each other and talked for the first time and it wasn't awkward at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I AM MISS SOCIALITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Forgot what was I supposed to post about. Got side-tracked again because petty-Farmville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3566126083467074350?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3566126083467074350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3566126083467074350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3566126083467074350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3566126083467074350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/owl.html' title='OWL'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7857474767841930274</id><published>2010-08-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:30:20.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He once told me that he wouldn't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt;. I told him that he was being absurd and no man can be in this world without someone he acknowledges as his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;/s. Well now I agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can like someone or turn into his worst enemy in a second. I had called many as my good friends. The truth is they are not. Life is constantly changing, very volatile and I plunge myself into many webs of friendships that have turn out to be very messy. It hurts to know that they are changing and I am no longer in their hearts. I should just walk away but I have been to generous upon giving a tiny little space for them in my ever small heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault, I wish to know. But the truth always hurt. As long as I have my loved ones around me, others are simply gestures and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not change and always will be me.. You (don't ask me to name them).. Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-7857474767841930274?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7857474767841930274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7857474767841930274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7857474767841930274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7857474767841930274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/past.html' title='PAST'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8678835592742980462</id><published>2010-08-14T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:26:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The urge to write something, and that is why I'm clicking the keyboards while having my head fully oriented towards the future that will appear this September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared, more of frightened of what may happen in the next 4 years. This uncertainty is nerve-wrecking, the uneasiness feeling is too overwhelming. I put my best though I know I could do better but after all the misbehaving and time that had been wasted, my best is somehow good enough to make me feel blissfully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this small heart of mine is still afraid. To leave the comfort zone and face the strange outside world is not going to be easy. I should learn,taste and adapt to the inviting pleasures of the new world. But this world that I'm living now is something that I would not trade even for the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ready to bid goodbye to my world. Feel sick in my stomach thinking of hugging them and settling into a brand new atmosphere. I have the Lord with me and He shall be my companion and greatly He always listens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-8678835592742980462?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8678835592742980462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8678835592742980462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8678835592742980462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8678835592742980462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/dance.html' title='DANCE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-6592211207018073523</id><published>2010-08-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:04:26.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate fever. I hate cough. I hate cold. I hate flu. I hate medicine. Don't ask me to take 'em when I'm dealing with any pain because I'll be replying to you in this monotonous way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makan/amik la ubat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"X suka makan ubat la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mana nak baik kalau tak makan ubat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ala... nanti baikla. Yang penting tak nak makan ubat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been questioning about this for quite a long time. Why do I dislike medicine so much? To make it more irony, I'll be depending on medicine for the rest of my life until I make up my mind to take some steroids to normalize my white blood cells. Don't ask me what am I dealing with because sadly, you will not be getting any answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question, I presume that the dis-likeness towards medicine is due to the fact that I hate having to repeat the routine and mind set of 'mesti minum air lepas makan ubat'. I can swallow whatever pills that you give me regardless of the sizes without any hardships. Put in my mouth and within a fraction of second, it'll be on its way inside my oesophagus (woo.. i remember biology!) I prefer pills than liquid medicine. It doesn't taste good at all and makes me despise 'em more. So the next time I have fever and could not stop being a baby (due to my sickness) just tell me where the medicine is and I know what to do. But, don't expect too much/hoping one or two will be disappeared within the next 24-hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-6592211207018073523?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6592211207018073523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=6592211207018073523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6592211207018073523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6592211207018073523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/flu.html' title='FLU'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7869293868376625493</id><published>2010-08-05T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:29:00.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tumblr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it is so addictive that I can visit pages by pages motionlessly (yup, only clicking of the fingers that I need) for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Credits to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Emi&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7869293868376625493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7869293868376625493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/addiction.html' title='ADDICTION'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TFsCflYhEXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eOg34-o6UeA/s72-c/tumblr.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2391311217732739445</id><published>2010-08-04T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:57:35.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just realised that I have less than a month to prepare everything, bags, documents, MY MENTAL HEALTH before departing to Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;URGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Simply because I'm just too lazy and having myself a sense of proud to be called couch-potato, I haven't bought anything, not even a single, plain, monochrome t-shirt to be wore in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;According to my timetable, a month from now I'll be registering to St.Mike's College, get myself a decent room with a warm roomie and will not stop fidgeting about the food, weather and where to get roti canai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ps: If you think that I'm boasting about my excitement or you just don't like my post, you are invited to leave my blog and a re-visitation to my dusty little blog is something that I do not look forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2391311217732739445?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2391311217732739445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2391311217732739445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2391311217732739445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2391311217732739445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/alone.html' title='ALONE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2890587411094719868</id><published>2010-08-03T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:03:18.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TL 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to take you back to the times when I was in MRSM Langkawi. It won't be about everyone, just a few girls that I have encountered in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sarah Atikah Sirajul Huda&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Teman sebilik no 1. Adalah kerana nama yang sama (Sarah), maka kami bercadang untuk menggelarkan diri kami Sarah-Squared dan Sarah Cube (the power of two and three). Kami tidak mahu orang memanggil kami dengan nama kedua kami ('Ainaa dan Atikah) maka berebutlah nama Sarah itu. Katil dia adalah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diagonal&lt;/span&gt; dengan saya, bersentuh kepala dengan Yanie dan menghadap King. Orang Perak yang tubuh badannya kecil sahaja. Suka ambil biskut saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Raja Nur Izzati&lt;br /&gt;Ye. Dia memang anak raja (don't mess around her, u might get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tulah&lt;/span&gt;). Orang Perak juga. Dalam bilik TL 21, dia paling baik. Tapi sebenarnya itu lakonan sahaja. Dia paling liar kotttt..:P&lt;br /&gt;Dulu berangan nak jadi ahli farmasi, tiba-tiba ada di France belajar kejuruteraan kimia. Suka balik paling akhir setiap kali sesi persekolahan bermula. OH.. dan dia juga seorang LDP (Lembaga Disiplin Pelajar @ pengawas). Sampai sekarang hairan macam mana dia boleh terpilih jadi LDP:D&lt;br /&gt; Boleh pula jadi model tudung =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nur Haryani Yahya @ Ano&lt;br /&gt;Aha. Paling blur sekali. Kalau orang dah habis lawak no 14, dia baru nak paham lawak no 1. Adalah rakan persekolahan, permainan Marni dan menetap di Sg. Petani. Suka tengok cerita Korea, dari dulu sampai sekarang. Ada lesung pipit dan tidur menghadap saya. Sekarang dia belajar di UITM dan suka pergi bilik TL 17 (kot) sebab ada Nani dan Wati dekat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mates, good luck in life. It is my biggest hope to see you before September arrives. And as for you King, do speak French fluently because I'll be needing some French lessons from you to prepare myself in the search for hot French dudes:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2890587411094719868?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2890587411094719868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2890587411094719868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2890587411094719868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2890587411094719868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/tl-21.html' title='TL 21'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2906499186122478438</id><published>2010-08-02T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:58:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know.. it's edgy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, dark, whatever crap that you might think or say looking at my new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, since I was a kid, I always ponder what will happen to the world if superheroes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; exist. Sure will be cool la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own favourite superhero. It could be from Superman to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; or from Wonder Woman to Thor. Or perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;. Well the latest is surely one of the hottest superhero credits to Robert Downing Jr. But please tell him to keep his beard or what-is-the-name-for-the-thing-around-his-jaw. Shave it and you will lose a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite would be...... BATMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watched every single movie that has the name Batman as its title. Or movie with the Bat logo on it. Or just another movie with bats flying in a dark cave as its main focus on the movie poster. Batman is cool. Billionaire, handsome, young, very much the most eligible bachelor on Earth (bear in mind that I am posting this will thinking of Metropolis, not the Earth as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Earth&lt;/span&gt;). The absent of superpower is not a problem for me because he has cool gadgets that money can buy. OH and another thing, he is smooth and seductive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s: It has been lately about men.. Is it just me or I'm just too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay  &lt;/span&gt;to talk about girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2906499186122478438?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2906499186122478438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2906499186122478438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2906499186122478438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2906499186122478438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/ring.html' title='RING'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3133887746153596603</id><published>2010-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:17:39.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIEBER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TFBJvplNb0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/HcapQgCAsd0/s1600/Justin-Bieber1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TFBJvplNb0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/HcapQgCAsd0/s320/Justin-Bieber1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498976227983978306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Readers, finally the title of this post WILL have a thread of connection to the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PROUD TO SAY THAT I HAVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BIEBER&lt;/span&gt; FEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, I have his album in my laptop n mp3 an will always play his songs for countless times. I dreamt, thought of him. Downloaded his video so that I can always look at him whenever I want. Logging in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; just to gaze at his face and hair in 'Baby'. Swear, I watched the video for 50 times and still haven't had enough of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he be beside me now, I will scream, faint, get up, scream again, hug him and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you that I'm just a girl that goes gaga over pretty boys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3133887746153596603?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3133887746153596603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3133887746153596603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3133887746153596603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3133887746153596603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/bieber.html' title='BIEBER'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TFBJvplNb0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/HcapQgCAsd0/s72-c/Justin-Bieber1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4157623620232381656</id><published>2010-07-15T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:49:56.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should try hanging out with them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1. Fathul Aizat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mubeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nerds&lt;br /&gt;2. But, SUPER-COOL&lt;br /&gt;3. FUNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY :D(i just discovered this 10 seconds ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyways, no.1 is taken so the only option left is no.2. Go on, try your luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-4157623620232381656?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4157623620232381656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4157623620232381656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4157623620232381656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4157623620232381656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/junk.html' title='JUNK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5618389549207860500</id><published>2010-07-10T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:51:23.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 6TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blessing I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;, the big day had passed by. It was full with anxiousness and countless prayers. As the clock struck at 9.15 pm, I had a TITANIC nerve wrecking moment. Teeth were chattering and I swore that my feet and hands were cold like a dead body.&lt;br /&gt;Marni, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dayana&lt;/span&gt; and I were chatting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for the moment to come. And when it had arrived, I couldn't bear to look at the screen. I covered my eyes and of course I couldn't see a thing.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest was in history. I guess all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-posts dated when I was struggling with mind-boggling subjects, assignments (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TOK&lt;/span&gt;, IA'S, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CAS&lt;/span&gt;, etc) had paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe everything to:&lt;br /&gt;The great LORD for the gifts and love HE has for me since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;My family for their love, support and prayers.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt; for the laughter when I was drown in great despairs.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers who had taught the goodness of life, the values of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; (E08&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fians&lt;/span&gt;, Marni, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LRC&lt;/span&gt; peeps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IPians&lt;/span&gt;, wholly-good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;jrs&lt;/span&gt; (not all of them since I did had some issues with them), fellow 08-10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KMBians&lt;/span&gt;) for being my inspirations. The good memories that we shared shall never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to turn 20 in TORONTO baby!!&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDjAVIo_5gI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mXYa-JrYk2Q/s1600/ontario.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: sincerely hoping that my family, Fathul, dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gfs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lrc&lt;/span&gt; peeps will be at the airport to send me off to the north &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt; continent:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDjAq4jPEMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vdcQ_VJQkA4/s1600/ontario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDjAq4jPEMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vdcQ_VJQkA4/s400/ontario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492351588545532098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-5618389549207860500?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5618389549207860500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5618389549207860500' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5618389549207860500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5618389549207860500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-6th.html' title='JULY 6TH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDjAq4jPEMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/vdcQ_VJQkA4/s72-c/ontario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7932824617336169066</id><published>2010-07-03T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:58:20.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not a football player. Therefore, I don't have the credibility to comment on any matches. All I can say is that who wins and who loses. This 2010 World Cup... haish... don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put my money and words on England. They have always been my favourite. Screw whatever the British tabloids said about Terry and Cole. Good players on the pit, that is all I care. But what happened this year??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Beckham was injured. Bye-bye pretty face. And the yellow cap was given to Ferdinand.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ferdinand the got injured during training. The captain was replaced with Gerrard.&lt;br /&gt;3. Feud between Terry and Capello was nowhere near peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: They were kicked out and humiliated during knock-out stage by Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAoF5r_x_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XwSAWdtyPZo/s1600/AlanBall08_468x363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAoF5r_x_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XwSAWdtyPZo/s200/AlanBall08_468x363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489932027614447602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England was supposed to be like this. The one and only World Cup trophy they ever proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal was my second favourite. I thought they had the chance to make to at least semi. Hell they put me in the dark room again. Ronaldo had managed to prove that he is nothing but a sore loser by spitting at a cameraman after failed to bring his team to the next round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAtkiFXi7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bkdCp_qXlpk/s1600/05-fooint-epa_182997t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAtkiFXi7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bkdCp_qXlpk/s200/05-fooint-epa_182997t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489938051412495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He might want to reconsider his career as a football player next season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the three lions had been defeated, I shifted gear to the South American country, Argentina. With Maradonna as the coach, his famous 'Hand of God' goal will be the light for the team to book a seat in the final. They played tactfully with good teamwork and Messi is one hot player that should have the enemies in danger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAvnEzuoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/evD_jpDc_w4/s1600/article-0-0A3C29A5000005DC-636_468x357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAvnEzuoGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/evD_jpDc_w4/s200/article-0-0A3C29A5000005DC-636_468x357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489940294116745314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMILIATED BY GERMANY. 4 - 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This may be what Maradonna will do to Messi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should go to the right you fool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tried papi, but they did not let me go there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is all your fault! I am going to crush you! Come here you punk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop papi!! Wasn't my fault that we lost! Don't touch my head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my worst World Cup fever. I am not looking forward to final. You can still expect me to be in front of the telly cheering but whoever wins, I could not care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving my money for a trip to Brazil in 2014. Wanna come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-7932824617336169066?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7932824617336169066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7932824617336169066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7932824617336169066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7932824617336169066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/round.html' title='ROUND'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/TDAoF5r_x_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XwSAWdtyPZo/s72-c/AlanBall08_468x363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2197819135939595756</id><published>2010-06-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:07:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coffee or tea, miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but can I have plain water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure. Be back in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I take the coffee... Well, actually can I have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give the flight attendant a hard time. This would be the exact conversation in a flight to Ontario, departing from Malaysia, at the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provided that if I get what I want for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear good Lord, please answer my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2197819135939595756?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2197819135939595756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2197819135939595756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2197819135939595756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2197819135939595756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/tea.html' title='TEA'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-377796213775304297</id><published>2010-06-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:24:28.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A week after walking out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt;, my life has taken a full 360-degrees turn. From being agitated seeing books lying on bed to a lifeless girl that reads Douglas Adams collection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hithchikers&lt;/span&gt; (credit to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Syazana&lt;/span&gt;) as her daily routine. I like this new scent of freedom. It helps me to relax and chill a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I lied. I am neither relaxed nor chilled. I am worried about the result. Yeah, long way to go, another one month, bullshit. I need to worry so that it will help to remind myself to keep praying and hoping that He will answer my prayers the way I intend it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep after 8. Because this crazy drilling sound is constantly making me feel nauseous. It feels like someone is drilling my skull with a blunt automatic driller and keeps on doing it until it gets to the other side of my brain. Yeah, it goes through the brain, right at the center. And I need to remind you that I have migraine so you might want to imagine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; it feels to have such noise just beside your room EVERY FREAKING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt; is pretty upset now because his visa application to go to India was denied by the Embassy. And he is now somewhere in London with his mates in trying to cool down his anger. That means he is not online and I can't reach him via phone because I run out of credit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jatdin&lt;/span&gt; is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt;. He is halfway through the brainwash process in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BTN&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, he s not online as well. What do you expect? Huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aizats&lt;/span&gt; used to keep me company last week and now they are either roaming around the city with a bunch of guys figuring out the next thing to do in the heart of Europe or sleeping in a dorm after a long tiring day. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best company is a guy in Toronto. I would meet him in September. Can't wait! Provided that my prayers will be answered by God. OH... HERE WE GO AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: i am depressed. gimme anti depressant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-377796213775304297?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/377796213775304297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=377796213775304297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/377796213775304297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/377796213775304297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepy.html' title='SLEEPY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-9012397309103216516</id><published>2010-05-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:03:01.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CHAINLESS&lt;/span&gt;... AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start by saying I'm pretty glad that I'm posting this on the comfort of my bed, with begs yet to be unpacked and magazines all over the floor. I like being in my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wassssssssssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;..... AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up early with nothing to worry. The sun was shinning &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brilliantly&lt;/span&gt;. Had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt; with a group of friends, went to the library just to kill the time, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wrate&lt;/span&gt; SAGA 2 until chapter 15. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jat&lt;/span&gt; was reading slowly. I guess he was trying to figure who is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Munir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manisah&lt;/span&gt;, etc. After Friday prayer, we (library peeps) went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brilliantly&lt;/span&gt; produced, bowling.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;;D.. I was being myself and I liked it. Nevertheless, I have some soul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt; to do. Commitment.. I am never good at it. But, hey that guy (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt;) is the most sensible, rational man I could ever have. Owe him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss peeps.. We were having fun.. Studies, volleyball.. Those were crazy. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; had taught me the good of life. There are something that require your attention, something are just meant to be unquestioned, some people are just plain ordinary, some are just simply... annoying, a total pain in the ass and you simply wish you will never meet them again. Some are wonderful, some are fun to be with. Life has boundaries and you need to tell yourself that there is a limit that you need to be cleared with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting those guys during my last days was quite a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heart breaker&lt;/span&gt;. But I am happy to know them. Looking forward to see you guys at graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth does hurt and sadly to say, I miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-9012397309103216516?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9012397309103216516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=9012397309103216516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/9012397309103216516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/9012397309103216516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/angel.html' title='ANGEL'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3729185494596015831</id><published>2010-05-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:36:28.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I CAN'T STOP SMILING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;After the teacher collected the exam and question papers, data booklets and unused papers, I glanced around and kept flashing my pearly white smile. IB! SO DONE! The 2 years hurdle was nothing but crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My room is pretty neat now. The books are gone. There are somewhere between piles and piles of other books. No more dead insects. They had successfully found their way to the dustbin. Somehow, my room smells like it has not been used for years. Smells like the first time I entered, dated 2 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will be missing some people, some structures, the sceneries. The flies and heat are something that will not be remembered but KMB will not be the same without them. E08F, girlfriends, the teachers, study buddies in the library, I will be counting the days to see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All in all, experiences and memories are priceless, more valuable than the world itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ps: next up, cooking and guitar lessons. oh and driving too...?&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/3323183242431945704-3729185494596015831?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3729185494596015831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3729185494596015831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3729185494596015831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3729185494596015831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/freeman.html' title='FREEMAN'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1254612747096073754</id><published>2010-05-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:54:02.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh bloggie! You are all dusty and ugly. I shall sweep away all your sorrows and bring back the good memories that we had before. Sorry for leaving you without any news for months but now I am glad to return to your arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has nothing to do with GLEE, its production team or actors or even the songs in it. After all this while, the title for every post was RANDOM. I didn't think or made any effort to somehow relate the title to the content. Randomness is cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEN THERE DONE THAT! I should say this next week. Probably around 1530/3.30 pm after my last paper! Seriously, my last freaking paper after battling two years full of emotions, as a so-called IB student. It won't be PHYSICS or CHEM or MATH... wait... oh.. it will be MATH HL OPTION: STATS... my last chance of getting at least 5 for math. And thank GOD that I do not have any subjects requirements to enroll to Toronto or Alberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggie, this is my oath; I shall never forget you again. You have my words:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1254612747096073754?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1254612747096073754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1254612747096073754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1254612747096073754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1254612747096073754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee.html' title='GLEE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3371109056929563886</id><published>2010-03-08T09:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:32:55.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little sister has a blog!! WTF??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She craps a lot in her blog like me and she couldn't seem to stop from trashing my wall with her comments and replies between her and Hazeeq. Good, now I have two 'nuts' ready to invade my privacy in the future. Not just through FB but also blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey sisters stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: KAU NAK PUKUL AKU ADIK?? MARI............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3371109056929563886?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3371109056929563886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3371109056929563886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3371109056929563886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3371109056929563886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog.html' title='BLOG'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5816330464698614055</id><published>2010-02-26T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:53:18.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTIBIOTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate it when my urine smells like antibiotic. Because it doesn't smell nice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... I hate virus and bacteria and whatever u call that thing that brings infection is. Dear classmates and Fathul, you know what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-5816330464698614055?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5816330464698614055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5816330464698614055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5816330464698614055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5816330464698614055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/antibiotic.html' title='ANTIBIOTIC'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1881635634790220534</id><published>2010-02-20T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:21:40.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE HEAT DEAR LORD!!! THE HEAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang musim kemarau.. yang amat panas.. rasa nak pasang penghawa dingin di setiap jalan menuju ke blok dan kelas. Kalau ada air terjun tiap-tiap hari mandi kat situ. Serius3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemarau yang dahsyat ini bukan sahaja menyusahkan para petani, malah saya sendiri turut susah. Muka kering ibarat tanah dalam pasu yang ada pokok tapi tak disiram selama 3 minggu. Kesannya terbukti di sekitar bibir saya. Huhu... kulitku dah buruk. Tambahan pula dengan jerawat sebesar sebutir nasi, hujung mingguku sungguh menyedihkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada ubat untuk setiap masalah yang dinyatakan di atas tolong beritahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suhu tertinggi (41 celcius) dicatatkan di ARAU, PERLIS. Tengok tu SYAMIL... humph..KL pun tak sepanas Arau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Get back to your business Sarah. The real business. TORONTO IS WAITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What am I doing??!! Should be studying instead of updating you bloggie.. huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1881635634790220534?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1881635634790220534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1881635634790220534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1881635634790220534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1881635634790220534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/02/huh_20.html' title='HUH?'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3170001651647366363</id><published>2010-01-28T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:34:30.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laptop for IB students, can be compared to drinking water. Drink contaminated water, u will get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cirit birit&lt;/span&gt;, without any doubt. Infected laptop (viruses) will cause you another sleepless week. When you lose everything in your documents, and C, the situation is similar to the end of the world, APOCALYPSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a better, more reliable antivirus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you guys a lot.&lt;br /&gt;1. Farzan - for searching the virus and mentioned something about the virus playing hide and seek. That sounded cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pidot - reformatting my lappie for the third time.. Windows 7 is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sherry @ penpal - ur white shirt really fits me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fathul - the preach is great. i am ready for the change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Waan - aku pun tak tahu apa kau buat tapi aku mcm terhutang budi kat kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3170001651647366363?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3170001651647366363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3170001651647366363' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3170001651647366363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3170001651647366363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/debts.html' title='DEBTS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2329259745177924514</id><published>2010-01-16T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:02:52.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love men. I am very straight and can't imagine my life being a gay. When i look at girls, they don't give me any sensual feeling. But on the 30th, i have decided to become a gay. Only for 3 hours. Hey, it's ladies nite and you won't be expecting any dress or gown or high heels on me. I am going to become a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this fine gentleman (she's a girl actually) is my idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/S1OW7lm5TTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qciU7cRrn4U/s1600-h/katherine+moennig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/S1OW7lm5TTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qciU7cRrn4U/s320/katherine+moennig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427847926363278642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, Katherine Moennig @ Shane McCutcheon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2329259745177924514?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2329259745177924514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2329259745177924514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2329259745177924514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2329259745177924514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/gay.html' title='GAY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4cLLPM92wg/S1OW7lm5TTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qciU7cRrn4U/s72-c/katherine+moennig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-228360505732538319</id><published>2010-01-09T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:43:05.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 hari dengan kesakitan kepala yang amat sangat sebelum kembali ke KMB. 2 hari yang pertama ibarat nampak kucing membuang najis atas kasut baru beli tapi dah tak larat nak cuci sebab kucing tersebut asyik melakukan perkumuhan di tempat yang sama. KIranya otak saya macam dah malas nak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tolerate&lt;/span&gt; dengan najis dan kucing tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ke-3 dan ke-4, demam menjengah dan memasukkan virus-virus ke dalam badan dalam kuantiti sederhana. Oh hari ke-4 adalah hari terakhir di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ke-5, pulang ke KMB, kepala masih sakit ibarat rambut ditarik dan dipintal ke tiang. Dapat keputusan yang pelbagai dan kepala semakin sakit. Malam menjelma, 2 biji Panadol ditelan dan tidur pada pukul 11. Keesokan harinya, ke kelas sambil minum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nescafe&lt;/span&gt; (sedap ibarat pakai kasut tumit tinggi tapi tak sakit). Ajaibnya, sakit kepala hilang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam (Sabtu), ke Pavilion bersama rakan baik dunia akhirat, Hazeeq dan 2 rakan lain yang anda tidak kenal. Buka mata dan melihat ke dunia luar... "KENAPA TERANG SANGAT NI?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala berdenyut kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu kawan di Pavi sambil duduk baca Saga (baru sampai bab 9) dengan memakai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shades. S&lt;/span&gt;emua benda terang sangat sampai mata tak bisa melihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke klinik selepas makan dan kepala berdenyut semakin hebat dan keterangan dunia semakin memuncak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah, saya mendapat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulang memberitahu Fathul di UK yang keracunan makanan dan tergolek-golek di atas katil menahan sakit bahawa saya ada &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;migraine,&lt;/span&gt; dengan tersenyum dia berkata, "Welcome to the club".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas ni sakit apa pula yang dapat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-228360505732538319?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/228360505732538319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=228360505732538319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/228360505732538319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/228360505732538319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/vamp.html' title='VAMP'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5207190926108720745</id><published>2009-12-30T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:16:57.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I have make a new resolution for 2010??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is so good now that I don't need any booster to get through another year of maturity. Plus, I'll be 20 either in US or Canada or London... only if i get 35 and above.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-5207190926108720745?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5207190926108720745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5207190926108720745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5207190926108720745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5207190926108720745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/slow.html' title='SLOW'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8617306274214319636</id><published>2009-12-24T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:38:30.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPELESS</title><content type='html'>Saya tidak punya ilmu tentang enjin kereta, minyak hitam dan segalanya mengenai kereta kecuali fakta bahawa JAGUAR adalah kereta terpanas pernah dicipta, BMW harus dimiliki oleh semua wanita berkerjaya, MERCEDES-BENZ untuk orang tua dan bateri untuk HONDA CITY adalah.... ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya lupa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perlu belajar tentang kereta lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-8617306274214319636?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8617306274214319636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8617306274214319636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8617306274214319636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8617306274214319636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopeless.html' title='HOPELESS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1699561891561240851</id><published>2009-12-20T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:53:01.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>METABOLISME</title><content type='html'>Agaknya kalau saya makan tanpa berhenti selama 3 jam, adakah saya akan bertambah berat atau perut saya akan semakin ke depan atau saya akan duduk ibarat Patrick Starfish sedang duduk di sofa pasirnya sambil menonton TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut perkiraan menggunakan ilmu hisab yang dipelajari telah hampir 3 bulan saya tidak bersenam, sama ada berjalan atau bermain bola keranjang. Dan mengakulah bahawa daya kardio saya semakin lemah dan saya semakin tembam. Walaupun ada orang tak kisah bentuk dan berat saya, namun &lt;em&gt;i need to look good for myself.&lt;/em&gt; Maka dengan tahun baru semakin hampir dan Awal Muharran baru sahaja berlalu 2 hari yang lalu, maka saya memasang azam yang baru....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bersenam selama sekurang-kurangnya 30 minit, 3 kali seminggu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saya bakal menyaut seruan kerajaan dan saya adalah rakyat yang baik:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berilah sokongan kepada saya! HUMPH! (muka bersemangat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1699561891561240851?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1699561891561240851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1699561891561240851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1699561891561240851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1699561891561240851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/metabolisme.html' title='METABOLISME'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-70736709779073315</id><published>2009-12-17T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:13:48.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After finishing the last paper of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SEM&lt;/span&gt; 3 exam, i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt; like Joker, from ear to ear and i believed that people were actually making faces at me. The most excruciating part of doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt; was not easy and i survived. Well, we survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i m not a good person nor a bad one. I rarely listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nasyid&lt;/span&gt; and forever stuck with jay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sean&lt;/span&gt;, cats power, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beyonce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chicago&lt;/span&gt;. Never a big fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;usrah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; the one i m having now because my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;naqibahs&lt;/span&gt; are cool and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; preach about, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mesti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;menjadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wanita&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;menolong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lelaki&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bersopan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;santun&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;segala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ciri&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wanita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ayu&lt;/span&gt;." Oh i m this ungrateful little creature with nothing in mind except for money and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;! And why does u, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;DiGi&lt;/span&gt;, have to be the organiser for Ne-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yo's&lt;/span&gt; concert? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get discounts for the tickets AND like a series of unfortunate events, i will not be able to go because it will be held on THURSDAY, a day after school re-opens! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Dahlah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;konsert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tunda&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame u Adam Lambert, for making me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have any links between any of the contents. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-70736709779073315?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/70736709779073315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=70736709779073315' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/70736709779073315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/70736709779073315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/jump.html' title='JUMP'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7458849383486090208</id><published>2009-12-02T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:47:25.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's face it. I can never understand quantum physics. Despite having a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOK&lt;/span&gt; session before engrossing myself with this particular branch of physics, i still couldn't get a grip on its concepts and formulae. It took me 2 days to revise it and i still have troubles explaining the whole theories. Physics is cute and if i was going to turn physics into a man, he will be a perfect male with unbiased masculinity,so rational that he can drive me crazy with his wisdom. Perhaps he can be my Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are hot if they attempt to learn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;understand Physics. May GOD bless the engineering students. But doctors are still my favorite eye candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-7458849383486090208?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7458849383486090208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7458849383486090208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7458849383486090208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7458849383486090208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/12/bed.html' title='BED'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3138958724888693265</id><published>2009-11-21T21:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:08:20.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEEDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh please............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been filling up all the empty spaces in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;, library, concourse, cafe, and even the hallway. Oh why are you here in a big group with annoying attitudes? You are no better than anyone else. Oh please, this place is getting crowded. And I see more of YOU everywhere, even in the toilet. Don't wear your smiles and pretending that you are naive and sweet and sugary nice. You are evil. This is place is already a hell. Why do you have to make things even worse by adding your presence even in the tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KOOP&lt;/span&gt;? And when you screwed your math test, getting 10/100 you cried like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; will be the judgement day. Everyone fails math. And now you will be taking MATH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;??? If this words are true, then I shall call you (plural) sissy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Terima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kasih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;syazana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;irma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nyanyian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; hula dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;semalam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3138958724888693265?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3138958724888693265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3138958724888693265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3138958724888693265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3138958724888693265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeds_21.html' title='SEEDS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8422049604968050369</id><published>2009-11-21T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:58:19.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEEDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-8422049604968050369?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8422049604968050369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8422049604968050369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8422049604968050369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8422049604968050369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/seeds.html' title='SEEDS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-752317901261566107</id><published>2009-11-17T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:41:24.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiemuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/arar_catpower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 464px;" src="http://www.indiemuse.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/arar_catpower.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Perez Hilton, I found a new female singer with a stage name, Cat Power. Practically in love with all songs that she wrote and composed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a matter of fact, one of her song is used as Juno &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OST&lt;/span&gt;. V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ery&lt;/span&gt; minimalist, more or less, she sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yuna&lt;/span&gt;. Just as a reminder, me not a keen fan of her.  The setback, she is not that pretty, maybe cute, but a simple girl with dark hair and wears nothing but jeans, faded shirts and a pair of sneakers. Its the voice and the music that make me longing for more of Cat Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea of Love is officially in my wedding track list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-752317901261566107?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/752317901261566107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=752317901261566107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/752317901261566107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/752317901261566107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/out.html' title='OUT'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-7736249319403166789</id><published>2009-11-11T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T04:42:01.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UK FAIR will be held this weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. Mind if i tag along??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The placement result for non-medic students is pasted on the Counseling Unit Board. I spotted a name....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AFIF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SANI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't tell me anything or predict my future for the next 5 years if I'm going to stuck with him in Canada. Might be bumping into each other during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RAYA&lt;/span&gt;, or summer break, or taking the same flight back to Malaysia. Guess if you were once a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MRSM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; student, the probability of seeing familiar or too familiar faces is equivalent to 1. Proofs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EO&lt;/span&gt;8F has 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt; students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Marni (roommate) is from Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My boyfriend IS also from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Langkawi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;afif&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jom&lt;/span&gt; pi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;toronto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-7736249319403166789?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7736249319403166789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=7736249319403166789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7736249319403166789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/7736249319403166789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/zero.html' title='ZERO'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3319478741182969371</id><published>2009-11-08T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:13:48.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLAMOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need a doctor, ASAP, because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having some mood disorders and lack of femininity for the past few months. Honestly speaking, my hormones are acting weird, feels like they are controlling my brain and not the other way around. If my Biology lessons served me well, my progesterone is not doing me any good with my skin and my body. Pimples are growing, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so very much tired of feeling the bumpiness and ugliness of my face. But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still thankful to GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a new haircut, for RM15, my baby likes it a lot. A good long-term investment. The creator of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;, i would like to express my warmest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; for creating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i need your help. For my birthday, i have been given with 2 options; receiving my birthday present via courier or wait until the buyer/sender returns home in 5 to 6 months with the present. Please tell me your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3319478741182969371?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3319478741182969371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3319478741182969371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3319478741182969371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3319478741182969371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/11/glamour.html' title='GLAMOUR'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3220695238029286432</id><published>2009-10-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:58:08.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kebelakangan ini semua orang miskin. Termasuk saya. Sebabnya, beli tiket Beyonce yang akhirnya ditunda ke tarikh yang tak diketahui. Tinggal beberapa ringgit di dalam dompet, bermaksud pulang ke rumah adalah wajib untuk menambah jumlah MYR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kalau anda tiada duit, masih boleh bersuka ria dengan tengok &lt;i&gt;movie&lt;/i&gt; di komputer riba atau baca balik novel yang anda telah khatam 3 bulan yang lalu, jadikan hari anda menarik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Juga masih boleh lepak di Andalus walaupun tinggal sepuluh ringgit. Pengalaman itu indah juga sengal:)&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/3323183242431945704-3220695238029286432?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3220695238029286432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3220695238029286432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3220695238029286432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3220695238029286432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/mari.html' title='MARI'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1150023970914139828</id><published>2009-10-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:32:13.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Regular customers of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt; Food Court)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dayana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Syazana&lt;/span&gt; Omar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. Irma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Izatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. Sarah ' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ainaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We contribute to the economic growth and income per head of the cooks, waitress and dishwashers.&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/3323183242431945704-1150023970914139828?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1150023970914139828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1150023970914139828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1150023970914139828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1150023970914139828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/makan.html' title='MAKAN'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-902437880109953656</id><published>2009-10-06T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:42:15.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cikgu Siti adalah ketua jabatan Matematik di KMB. Beliau kecil orangnya, memakai kaca mata 'old school', hanya perlu membawa buku 'handbook' Math dan beberapa batang alat tulis untuk mengajar kelas paling semak dalam dunia, E08F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hari ini Cikgu Siti buat lawak. Sebenarnya, tidak ramai yang tahu keupayaan Cikgu Siti untuk buat orang pecah perut dengan lawak sarkastiknye (bahasa melayu saya agak teruk). Tajuk hari ini vectors. Lepas bagi penjelasan dan contoh sepantas kilat, Cikgu Siti menyuruh kami menjawab soalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Depan, what's the angle?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"90"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"90? What 90? 90 lembu??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Lawak yang agak setaraf dengan lawak perkauman Azeem dan Naim terhadap Depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Seterusnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Ha Aizat apa yang kamu buat tu? Tak dapat ke? Tula tak habis gelabah sana, gelabah sini!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cikgu Siti menang besar hari ini.&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/3323183242431945704-902437880109953656?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/902437880109953656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=902437880109953656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/902437880109953656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/902437880109953656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/math.html' title='MATH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5095137935597640605</id><published>2009-10-05T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:01:41.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;The deadline for Economics IA was today, the latest 5pm. And like the typical engineering students, half of the class was gone. To be precise, they looked themselves in room or library. What were they doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;IA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ECONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; peeps....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;See, E08F is the best engineering class as far as I concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We skip classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;We finish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; seconds before the teachers walk in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Our attendance can reach a limit of 10/21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;THAT EQUALS TO ...... 47.61905%..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Can you beat that???&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/3323183242431945704-5095137935597640605?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5095137935597640605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5095137935597640605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5095137935597640605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5095137935597640605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/10/beat.html' title='BEAT'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1518228174661542030</id><published>2009-09-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T05:18:56.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;These are the things that you will do with your friends after two weeks of holiday. Bear in mind that at this time around, there are no people around and the rooms are deserted except for three rooms, F12*, F12* and F12*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. Pretending that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; deadline is not going to be extended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Online, laugh at people's comments and photos in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. Chat with another friend of yours that is not there to join you because she has to be maid for two days since her parents have decided to host open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. Prank her using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How to do it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. Pretend that you are high because of weeds or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Pretend again to be a boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. This 'boy' must chat with your friend to prove 'his' existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. This prank must be done in your room so that your friend will assume the 'boy' is with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you do not understand the instructions, help yourself with a cup of coffee:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ps: Thank you IRMA:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1518228174661542030?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1518228174661542030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1518228174661542030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1518228174661542030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1518228174661542030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/foes.html' title='FOES'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5221677501487349977</id><published>2009-09-20T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:11:45.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt;. The first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; of my 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year was a memorable and emotional day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aizat&lt;/span&gt;, be safe in UK. Be a good boy, don't get sick too often, don't go clubbing too much, don't skip our weekly date, and maintain your performance even when abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; of all, I LOVE YOU.&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/3323183242431945704-5221677501487349977?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5221677501487349977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5221677501487349977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5221677501487349977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5221677501487349977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/uk.html' title='UK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2044969312867521512</id><published>2009-09-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:31:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Math handbook, i forgot whether i left in my class or it is stuffed inside my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bagpack&lt;/span&gt;. I feel the train of thoughts has finally reached its maximum speed. The word came out from my mouth did not make any sense, i had to do simple calculation using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GDC&lt;/span&gt; (referring to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;syazana&lt;/span&gt;), my fashion sense had turned from '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;makcik&lt;/span&gt;' to '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nenek&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I care little about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly, i m almost 19 and the amount of green packets i collected last year was 20, ONLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part where I hate to be grown up. Childish if I asked mom to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;baju&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kurung&lt;/span&gt; out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; cotton, or asked my dad to clean the car, get rid of all the junkies inside it so that it will be easier for me to sit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coyly&lt;/span&gt; while he drives around to my friend's houses. The downside of being an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atudent&lt;/span&gt; is that holiday seems to be a period of people getting emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shisha&lt;/span&gt; anyone?:)&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/3323183242431945704-2044969312867521512?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2044969312867521512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2044969312867521512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2044969312867521512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2044969312867521512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/mos.html' title='MOS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8742965764667860348</id><published>2009-09-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:18:42.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lebanonrentacar.com/bmw-x6-concept-1109-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.lebanonrentacar.com/bmw-x6-concept-1109-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I promise to save money from now so that I can marry, no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; this beauty as my lover till death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And if you happen to be generous enough to loan me some money, in the form of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;MYR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;BND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;DKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;GBP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; or EURO please visit me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; or sarahainaa.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-8742965764667860348?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8742965764667860348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8742965764667860348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8742965764667860348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8742965764667860348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-promise-to-save-money-from-now-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3629552395729043182</id><published>2009-09-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:29:54.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUCASIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm neither nor pious nor knowledge-less about religion. But, I have respect towards my faith, the one that guides me. I know limits and try to bear in mind of the One seeing and observing my actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to see a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;muslim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; with full ego smoking during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; while the clock was ticking past 2pm. If she thought that the highlighted hair, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;over-sized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; shades and the hideous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;boho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; dress can blend her with the Caucasian crowds, she was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Others were not as stupid as you.&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/3323183242431945704-3629552395729043182?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3629552395729043182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3629552395729043182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3629552395729043182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3629552395729043182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-neither-nor-pious-nor-knowledge-less.html' title='CAUCASIAN'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8792852556620899115</id><published>2009-09-05T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:20:01.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GHOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't have the guts to watch ghost or horror movies. This might make me sound like a chicken but please give me a million dollar and tie me to a chair if you want me to watch one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3323183242431945704-8792852556620899115?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8792852556620899115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8792852556620899115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8792852556620899115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8792852556620899115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ghost.html' title='GHOST'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8124146851599664511</id><published>2009-08-30T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:44:05.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I thought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; break will only start on the 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It starts on the 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. And I can be at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to send &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2 weeks of holiday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in KL, you should experience this at least once in your life. When no neighbours around and the only crowd left is your family, things are sure to get pretty lonely. Heck, this will be the third &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in the heart of Malaysia. You may think that this is pathetic, heck no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I love my life, again:)&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/3323183242431945704-8124146851599664511?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8124146851599664511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8124146851599664511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8124146851599664511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8124146851599664511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-weeks.html' title='2 WEEKS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-9101768288137069182</id><published>2009-08-29T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:46:03.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTE</title><content type='html'>Instead of doing math, I raised my hand for a night out with my old mates. Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shisha&lt;/span&gt;.. FREAKING HOLY NICE... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;damai&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 4 inhalations of the charcoals, the world started spinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12.40am, Malaysians went shopping, this happened at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Danau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kota&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEOPLE, WE STILL HAVE TOMORROW TO SPEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My old man waited until I arrived safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Toronto said, "u might want to redefine high once u r here"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I love my life:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-9101768288137069182?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9101768288137069182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=9101768288137069182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/9101768288137069182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/9101768288137069182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/waste.html' title='WASTE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-884097054472663506</id><published>2009-08-27T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:08:19.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There are times when everything is fine before a sudden turmoil turns life upside down. You can cry as much as you want but things will not change unless you decide to walk out of your misery and open a new chapter of undated events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Choose between love and family. Lust and necessity. You can have the best of both worlds. Being away is a test. You can cheat but happiness is not in your hand. Pretending will make things worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I love you. That's all that matters.&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/3323183242431945704-884097054472663506?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/884097054472663506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=884097054472663506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/884097054472663506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/884097054472663506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1085043078167235771</id><published>2009-08-23T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:42:08.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY</title><content type='html'>The month of holiness. Recharge your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iman&lt;/span&gt;, may you find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lailatul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Qadar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to fast for 1 day. Not liking it. It is the excitement fasting with family that I'm losing. Proudly, I cooked curry for the first time. My first dish in 18 years. The kitchen was not on fire, nobody was injured, I was the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously am I such A KID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mubeen&lt;/span&gt; called me 'kiddo'. Told him, I hate u man. How am I going to adapt with the over-matured world? My 9 years-old neighbour wears make up and pink heels. The last time I wore mascara was 3 weeks ago. It has been months since the last time I endured the pain of wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;a kid&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1085043078167235771?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1085043078167235771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1085043078167235771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1085043078167235771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1085043078167235771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy.html' title='HOLY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1918333651679398528</id><published>2009-08-18T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T02:11:04.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; that I was positively diagnosed with fever and cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Having to go back, my parents rushed as soon as they received the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The series of events that took me almost a week to regain my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; and my balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. 2 days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nausea&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. 2 days of MASSIVE HEADACHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. 1 day of absolute blurry visions. My neurotransmitter had accustomed to the new sick environment and decided that to replenish all the damaged, dead cells, another week of holiday will be required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That is the whole purpose of mid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(refer to statement 3)&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/3323183242431945704-1918333651679398528?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1918333651679398528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1918333651679398528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1918333651679398528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1918333651679398528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/puke.html' title='PUKE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4372544840954512780</id><published>2009-08-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:45:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have you ever wondered what is the main purpose of studying in a horrible place and spend your college life with less fun than anyone else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I do that... a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; was grateful for the journey he went through in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. After all, he got 45.. He must be thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm posting this blog while counting the hours left before I throw my luggage, laundry and food into the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Miserable again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That's the reason why I managed to score 100% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; quiz.&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/3323183242431945704-4372544840954512780?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4372544840954512780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4372544840954512780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4372544840954512780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4372544840954512780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/better.html' title='BETTER'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4661240732050461717</id><published>2009-08-08T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:18:59.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OINK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Today = Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tomorrow = Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sunday = end of holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;end of holiday = driving back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;driving back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; = HELLO HELL....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HELLO HELL.....!! = more math tutorial, more lab reports, more IA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, more assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My college life is leading to an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;uncharted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; path. I cannot see the light at the end of my 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;KMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. shit.....&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/3323183242431945704-4661240732050461717?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4661240732050461717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4661240732050461717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4661240732050461717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4661240732050461717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/oink.html' title='OINK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5707855310491313428</id><published>2009-08-05T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:36:50.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh well another day of laziness and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; survey is in a red file, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;photostated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; 3o copies and feel like distributing those precious papers to my old teachers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Texted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Heni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; yesterday. Told her......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HENI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;... WE MUST GO TO MTV WORLD STAGE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Heni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;YES!! WE MUST!! HOW ABOUT THE PASS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;............. silence............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I DON'T KNOW.... BUT WE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;VE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; TO FIGURE OUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;SoMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;... THIS IS A MUST, PROBABLY ONCE IN A LIFETIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i feel like a loser for not participating in the early period of MTV World Stage phenomenon&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/3323183242431945704-5707855310491313428?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5707855310491313428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5707855310491313428' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5707855310491313428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5707855310491313428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-ass.html' title='BIG ASS'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2506612296653745732</id><published>2009-08-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:27:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROUTINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Woke up at 11am, thank you baby for the wake up call, stomach grumbled, went downstairs, nothing on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Waited for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad returned home with 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;bungkus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;for me and Adam. Ate like a pig. Threw the leftover to Robin, a stray cat which has adopted my house as his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Switched on the laptop, stuck in front of the screen for the next 6 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET 45 IF I STILL THINK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; IS A PIECE OF SHIT??&lt;/span&gt;&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/3323183242431945704-2506612296653745732?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2506612296653745732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2506612296653745732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2506612296653745732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2506612296653745732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/routine.html' title='ROUTINE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1156509120328734592</id><published>2009-08-03T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:06:16.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>26 things you have to know about me&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahuyy&lt;/span&gt;.. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pen pal's&lt;/span&gt; nickname. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afif's&lt;/span&gt; initial too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B - basketball is the only sport &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; good at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C - CAT IS SEXY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D - dice reminds me of my watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E - elephant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poops&lt;/span&gt; are huge..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FATHUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AIZAT&lt;/span&gt; IS MY LOVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G - grinding. working on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H - home is my favourite place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I - Indian blood. Yup.. right inside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J - JUNO. Love that movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KMBABIB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L - LOVE.. feeling it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M - modesty is me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N - numb when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt; is sweet. too sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P - public &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;humiliation&lt;/span&gt;. been there, done that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q - Queen Elizabeth is an old with a weird fashion sense woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt; is not my habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S - S is definitely my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt;. Serena van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;derWoodsen&lt;/span&gt; took mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T - temporarily quarantine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U - ugly duckling is a sad story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V - violin and I are like a beautiful dream and the moment you wake up.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;POOOFFFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W - whispering to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fathul&lt;/span&gt; and makes him wanting for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X - XAVIER. that prof in X-Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y - yell and feel happy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z - zipper. i have a bad memory clouding my relationship with it&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/3323183242431945704-1156509120328734592?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1156509120328734592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1156509120328734592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1156509120328734592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1156509120328734592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-5669219677073745672</id><published>2009-08-02T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:42:32.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENNY</title><content type='html'>Something weird happened to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;SALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WENT HOME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WITH &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; IN MY HANDS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should see the doctor and prescribe some progesterone hormones beacause I feel like losing my feminity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-5669219677073745672?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5669219677073745672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=5669219677073745672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5669219677073745672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/5669219677073745672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/penny.html' title='PENNY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-368530242888214745</id><published>2009-07-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:07:45.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LADIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week....JENG JENG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LADIES NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Temanya: FANTASI yang nakal atau baik&lt;br /&gt;Tempatnya: DEWAN BESAR KMB&lt;br /&gt;Jemputan: Warga pelajar KMB yang mempunyai kromosom XX sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah penat berfikir dan meng&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt; gambar-gambar fantasi dan kostum, akhirnya saya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; nk jadi hippies. Mak cakap pakai skirt, saya kata nak pakai seluar. Mak kata perlu pakai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boots&lt;/span&gt;, saya jawab,"selipar sudey". Kadangkala, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashion taste &lt;/span&gt;mak saya selari dengan pemikiran saya. Tapi saya masih berpegang teguh dengan pendirian nak pakai seluar dan selipar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, semalam pergi JUSCO sebab dekat dan tengah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sale&lt;/span&gt;. Mak bayar semua macam biasa. Malangnya, kecuaian dan kealpaan saya menyebabkan RM50 lesap dari pandangan. Kesannya, saya DAH TAKUT nak pergi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cashier&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini mungkin titik permulaan untuk menjadi insan yanga  lebih baik...dengan mengurangkan kadar pergi berbelanja. Namun, ibarat kata RAMO, "kita adalah penyumbang ekonomi negara. GDP negara pun naik sebab kita asyik &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;". Habis tu, saya ini dah tak jadi penyumbang ekonomi negara ke??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/3323183242431945704-368530242888214745?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/368530242888214745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=368530242888214745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/368530242888214745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/368530242888214745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ladies.html' title='LADIES'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1871636440465541260</id><published>2009-07-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:05:08.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive me for being too lazy. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; class with 16 degrees temperature doesn't improve my laziness to update my beloved blog. After a while, I guess it's time to write something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, the seniors received their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; results. Some pulled it through, others just failed to do so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;, 1 just wasted the 2 years of living in a such-prison-like college and ended up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; but tiredness and symptoms of mental breakdown. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be me IF I spent my precious 2 years of doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; and do not receive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;, ANYTHING, not even a diploma from IBO. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Such.A.Total.Waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The pressure is building on my brain and shoulders. Teachers are expecting me to get as excellent as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fathul&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(shit) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt; is all over my head now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt;' majestic voice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bumblebees's&lt;/span&gt; hot yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Camaro&lt;/span&gt; body, the cute face of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shia&lt;/span&gt; and the freaking, melting hot MEGAN FOX. I feel like a lesbian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I think of her. I wish I could trade my body with hers.. just for a day and I'll be asking nothing for the rest of my short life:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1871636440465541260?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1871636440465541260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1871636440465541260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1871636440465541260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1871636440465541260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/nice.html' title='NICE'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-2821887669505069999</id><published>2009-07-01T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:12:31.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EVERYBODY IS JEALOUS WITH ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY PICTURE OF OPTIMUS PRIME DAMN IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-2821887669505069999?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2821887669505069999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=2821887669505069999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2821887669505069999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/2821887669505069999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/07/lame.html' title='LAME'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1527689853663155323</id><published>2009-06-30T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:29:18.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPTIMUS PRIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebritywonder.com/mp/2009_Transformers:_Revenge_of_the_Fallen/2009_transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 768px; height: 1027px;" src="http://www.celebritywonder.com/mp/2009_Transformers:_Revenge_of_the_Fallen/2009_transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;OPTIMUS PRIME &lt;/span&gt;is officially mine. If we can categorise robots according to strength and looks, OPTIMUS will be in rank 1. If you haven't watch the second TRANSFORMERS movie, you should jump from the cliff and scream, "I'M A LOSER!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just kidding. I watched the movie last week at 1U with my PET'S friends and my god, we were so thrilled about it. OPTIMUS has become a more powerful, charismatic leader and successfully makes me a devoted lover of him. After he combined with JETFIRE's parts and transformed into a brand new PRIME, he was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;SHIA LABEOUF...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My latest celebrity crush. In the first movie, he was a bit goofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Well now... let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the pictures paint a thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Transformers_2_Revenge/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_movie_image_shia_labeouf__megan_fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Transformers_2_Revenge/transformers_revenge_of_the_fallen_movie_image_shia_labeouf__megan_fox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canyon-news.com/artman2/uploads/2/SHIA-LaBeouf_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.canyon-news.com/artman2/uploads/2/SHIA-LaBeouf_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OH YEAH.. Shia is so yummy and no matter how bad the war was between Autobots and Decepticons, he survived with scars and blood and yet managed to make me like a normal teenage girl who develops crush with every single male celebrity. Including him:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch TRANSFORMERS again this weekend with girlfriends. And another intimate moment with my beloved OPTIMUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canyon-news.com/artman2/uploads/2/SHIA-LaBeouf_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1527689853663155323?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1527689853663155323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1527689853663155323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1527689853663155323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1527689853663155323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/optimus-prime.html' title='OPTIMUS PRIME'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8350793404982805573</id><published>2009-06-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T07:32:12.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKINNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wonder if it's too late to start my 2009 resolution. The one about cutting down fat and never skip exercise. Yup, that one. I told Fathul that the weighing scale is a monster with huge teeth and evil, wicked smile. Chanting, "fat, fat, fat,...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, he said I will look good no matter if I look like a sumo wrestler or Twiggy during her years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anorexia is me or will be me. But, I'm facing an opportunity cost. Focus on my resolution, read the nutritional value and content at the back of the potato chips that I just bought and give it to my brother if it's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; fattening..or..don't think about the baby cheek that I have and still presume with my unhealthy diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the part where I hate to be born as a girl. We think too much about weight!! Feels like having a checklist of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;how many times do I think about weight today&lt;/span&gt; and there this little helper who counts and writes it on BUKU 3 LIMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I get any punishment for being absolutely paranoia about WEIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://projects.brg-schoren.ac.at/1968/Twiggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 492px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 734px" alt="" src="http://projects.brg-schoren.ac.at/1968/Twiggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;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;/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;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;/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;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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Twiggy... Super small-sized model&lt;/span&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/3323183242431945704-8350793404982805573?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8350793404982805573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8350793404982805573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8350793404982805573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8350793404982805573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/skinny.html' title='SKINNY'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-1427359086416215342</id><published>2009-06-05T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:07:22.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH</title><content type='html'>I have finished 'the' first draft of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;World Literature&lt;/span&gt;. I'm good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Majin&lt;/span&gt; said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;serius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hebat&lt;/span&gt;". Yard wrote "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WOOOOHHHHHHOHOOHH&lt;/span&gt;" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's get it done dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; IA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Syazana&lt;/span&gt;, post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;berniat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;menyakitkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-1427359086416215342?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1427359086416215342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=1427359086416215342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1427359086416215342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/1427359086416215342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh.html' title='OH'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3740079947223611934</id><published>2009-05-31T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:48:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUMB</title><content type='html'>Tolong jadi seorang warganegara yang ada moral dan otak dengan membenarkan ambulan dan kereta bomba dan polis lalu kerana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mereka ada kerja nak buat dan itu adalah kecemasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FAHAM??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3740079947223611934?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3740079947223611934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3740079947223611934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3740079947223611934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3740079947223611934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dumb.html' title='DUMB'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-8521231658757000067</id><published>2009-05-29T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:04:56.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROJAK</title><content type='html'>Depan's voice. Rosne's emo expression. Afif's sick jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play 'teka-teki'... If you're a true &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;EO8F&lt;/span&gt;ian, you'll know the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Subjek apakah yang paling banyak lawak 'racist' dikeluarkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Naim ada hari istimewa di mana kehadirannya akan ditanda 'O'. Hari apakah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Afif ada satu masalah. Selalu terjadi dekat makmal kimia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kebetulan dia rakan makmal saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). Dalam kelas pun sama. Malh, lebih teruk waktu peperiksaan Fizik. Apakah masalah sebenar Afif?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Ketibaannya ditunggu penuh debaran. Siap atau tak semua orang takut dengan dia. Siapakah 'dia'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Dulu-dulu, Afif dan Kasyur selalu kenakan seseorang yang duduk dekat belakang sama dengan saya dan Syazana. Sekarang, Yard pula yang suka kacau. Siapakah mangsa tersebut&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hehe...silalah jawab...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-8521231658757000067?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8521231658757000067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=8521231658757000067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8521231658757000067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/8521231658757000067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/rojak.html' title='ROJAK'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-6527957968098855264</id><published>2009-05-27T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:40:08.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JIJIK!!!!</title><content type='html'>Bahasa Melayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benda, binatang sebenarnya, amat menakutkan saya sejak kecil disebabkan insiden binatang ini pernah masuk seluar saya waktu kecil umur 8 tahun. Saya menjerit macam nak hilang suara, tekak bergetar frekuensi 200 (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;number of oscillations in 1 sec dear my engine friends).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Menjerit - jerit macam menang loteri 4D 1 juta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI, binatang kecil sahaja, serangga berkaki 6 yang ada sesungut dan bernafas ikut abdomen. Jijik sungguh bintang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh teka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa?!&lt;br /&gt;Rama - rama?&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;SALAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belalang?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;TAK JIJIK PUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentadak?&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;Menakutkan tapi BERANI TEPIS KALAU ADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapannya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIPAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius menakutkan!! Tengoklah badan, warna, bentuk makhluk itu. Saya lebih rela buat 'bungee-jumping' dari duduk 1 bilik dengan binatang itu. Dan hari ini, lebih tepat, malam ini, aksi yang binatang itu lakukan telah menambah tahap kejijikan saya tehadap mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisahnya,&lt;br /&gt; Melangkah ke bilik air untuk gosok gigi dan ambil wuduk sebab nak tidur. Saya toleh kiri dan kanan untuk pastikan makhluk itu tiada. Selepas mengesahkan ketiadaan mereka, saya dengan penuh yakin mengangkat kaki dan melihat ke hadapan. Perkataan pertama yang saya sebut ialah,"FUCK". Betul, tanpa tanda seruan takut seisi rumah terkejut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makhluk tersebut, jantan dan betina sedang melakukan proses kelangsungan hidup. Ya, mengawan. Tulis ini sahaja sudah cukup meremangkan dan menjijikkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau anda ubat supaya tak jijik dekat makhluk ini, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(lipas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tolong beritahu saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasamu akan dikenang (kelip-kelip mata)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-6527957968098855264?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6527957968098855264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=6527957968098855264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6527957968098855264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/6527957968098855264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/jijik.html' title='JIJIK!!!!'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-4206578144015155533</id><published>2009-05-27T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:42:19.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EYES</title><content type='html'>Oh listen people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Sarah 'Ainaa, have &lt;em&gt;perfect vision&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1,2,3....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyesight is getting poor. Feeling very old. Come on, I have been taking care of my precious eyes since the day I know &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;function. And my name ,'Ainaa, means&lt;strong&gt; mata kami.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what does that means but clearly it has something to do with eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, dearest friends, I DON'T WANT TO WEAR SPECTACLES. Because... Honestly, I look like a grandma trying to finish her weekend corsage and planning to give it to her sweet granddaughter so she can wear it during summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Losing sight, short-term memory loss, holding handphone &lt;em&gt;while&lt;/em&gt; searching for it and cursing &lt;em&gt;the person&lt;/em&gt; who accidentally took it. Is it just me or am I getting old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Kawan - kawan&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(merujuk kepada anda syazana,irma dan dayana) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;~Andai ditakdirkan saya rabun dan kena pakai cermin mata, temanilah saya pergi buat 1 supaya dapat melihat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-4206578144015155533?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4206578144015155533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=4206578144015155533' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4206578144015155533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/4206578144015155533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/eyes.html' title='EYES'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-9079881882814382143</id><published>2009-05-25T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:50:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIHAAA....</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Syazana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;18 years, 5 months and 15 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;NO.... damn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At what age do you think you'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;After completing degree or before I turn 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you'll be marrying the person you are with now?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with a smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If not, who do you want to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Richard Branson or Prince William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who will be your bridesmaid or bestman?&lt;br /&gt;Do I need one?&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm not going to have an altar and 'bersanding' and 'tepung tawar'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want a garden/beach or traditional wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Traditional mix with garden wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where do you want to go for honeymoon?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere private. I don't mind if it's just my bedroom BUT I'll chase you away if you are so 'kind-hearted' to pay me a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many guest do you think you'll invite?&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends... I don't know the exact figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Will that include you exes?&lt;br /&gt;Hell,yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many layers of cake do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Pulut kuning sudey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;After Subuh, before the next Subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Name the song/tune you would like to play at your wedding&lt;br /&gt;'Selamat Pengantin Baru' by Saloma. I know...old- fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you prefer fine dining or just normal spoon/fork/knife?&lt;br /&gt;Nasi bungkus. A good daughter would obey her father's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Champagne or red wine?&lt;br /&gt;Pull tea or teh tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Honeymoon right after the wedding or days after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT AFTER BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Money or household items?&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many kids would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;4, at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Will you record your honeymoon on DVD and CD?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. I want to know their wedding plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Afif&lt;br /&gt;-Cherry&lt;br /&gt;-Mawi&lt;br /&gt;-Manul&lt;br /&gt;-Sapa2 pun bulih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-9079881882814382143?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9079881882814382143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=9079881882814382143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/9079881882814382143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/9079881882814382143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/yihaaa.html' title='YIHAAA....'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3323183242431945704.post-3919259554496246823</id><published>2009-05-24T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:26:21.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADOILA</title><content type='html'>Bahasa Melayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah hampir 4 hari di rumah, internet amatlah tidak memberangsangkan...serius..... duduk dekat ceruk mana pun di dalam rumah masih tiada perubahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah KMB*** lebih bagus talian internetnya dari kawasan pinggir bandar yang lengakap kemudahannya tanpa sekilas pemndangan kelapa sawit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya amat bengang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik rumah ingat semuanya indah..rupanya tidak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab itu blog saya tidak di'update' untuk agak lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan semalam saya mengalami satu penyakit yang digelar cirit birit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab: makan ketam masak cili selepas makan pulut dengan durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan balik dari Sungai Buloh ke Selayang amat memeritkan. 20 minit paling menyakitkan dan pedih sekali azabnya. Baunya...Jangan cuba sekali anda bayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengajaran: JANGAN MAKAN DURIAN DENGAN KETAM... HORROR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3323183242431945704-3919259554496246823?l=sarahainaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3919259554496246823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3323183242431945704&amp;postID=3919259554496246823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3919259554496246823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3323183242431945704/posts/default/3919259554496246823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahainaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/adoila.html' title='ADOILA'/><author><name>sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13274688215877468031</uri><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/_l4cLLPM92wg/Snhfi5tTuKI/AAAAAAAAADw/MzrDVWlu7sg/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
