<?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-4211087971377154054</id><updated>2012-01-17T23:03:04.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Provider</title><subtitle type='html'>Action Speaks Louder Than Words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1057519921426461537</id><published>2012-01-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:56:39.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miraculously Smooth</title><content type='html'>Hey guys ! Sorry for not updating. Yeah I've been busy lately. Yes, even though I don't have a job, Im busy too. For example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-had to complete my license&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- have to meet my friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-sleep..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay scratch that. But I am busy. Nevertheless, I'm doing very good and in a few days ya'll shall see what I've been up to, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to my school this morning. Yeah.&lt;b&gt; Sekolah Berasrama Penuh Integrasi Gombak.&lt;/b&gt; No matter how much I used to condemn the school, but I am still proud of being a student there. There I was, &lt;b&gt;driving my car to my school &lt;i&gt;(like a boss) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I was thinking of waving my hand to the guard or whatever saying I wanted to go to the office. But the guard's head kept bowing down. So I just drove in. &lt;b&gt;So much for security.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying my best to hide my face there, but.. &lt;b&gt;"Hi Kak Sarah !" &lt;/b&gt;was heard everywhere I placed my foot on. But still, they still acknowledge me ;') The volleyball team got third place in the regional. Aww, I'm so proud of them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was my way home, had a hunch of checking my purse. I was down to RM 4.50. Hmm, really in the need of money. Im doomed, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATxJ8-zkQ8/TxWKrf8C18I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sx3s7XSOA00/s1600/tumblr_l909tyUkon1qd0i39o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATxJ8-zkQ8/TxWKrf8C18I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sx3s7XSOA00/s400/tumblr_l909tyUkon1qd0i39o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not being creative like you used to. Come on, you're a left-hander. You're more to your right brain. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;USE THAT CREATIVITY AND IMAGINATION.&lt;/span&gt; Or am I just getting old? &lt;b&gt;Yikes, no. I'm not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-1057519921426461537?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1057519921426461537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/miraculously-smooth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1057519921426461537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1057519921426461537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/miraculously-smooth.html' title='Miraculously Smooth'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATxJ8-zkQ8/TxWKrf8C18I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sx3s7XSOA00/s72-c/tumblr_l909tyUkon1qd0i39o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8692757652720829870</id><published>2012-01-05T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:32:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Dat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xKgzRTaJGY/TwWYURCGp_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/rO11Z-vOyQY/s1600/1523211_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xKgzRTaJGY/TwWYURCGp_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/rO11Z-vOyQY/s640/1523211_460s.jpg" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8692757652720829870?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8692757652720829870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-dat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8692757652720829870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8692757652720829870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-dat.html' title='True Dat'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_xKgzRTaJGY/TwWYURCGp_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/rO11Z-vOyQY/s72-c/1523211_460s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-819302421750103735</id><published>2012-01-05T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:17:06.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Big Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDrJ6A2v4Bo/TwU-EQWamhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/L0alvoOqw4w/s1600/juju.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDrJ6A2v4Bo/TwU-EQWamhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/L0alvoOqw4w/s400/juju.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good God, what did you eat? !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, 2012 its the year where we &lt;b&gt;become best friends for 10 years already !&lt;/b&gt; Apart from Imran, we met him around 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuhair and I have been in the same class for 7 years, but then got separated when both of us got offered into boarding schools in 2010. Hmm. Like we always did every year on the first day of school;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How was your first day of school?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Hey how was your first day?" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Macam pukimak, aku bergaduh dengan budak Kelantan haram mana tah dekat tepi dewan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh, that's the Zuhair I know. Well Good Luck in INTI College. I've been sitting home nowadays. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7awyW-tGD78/TwU-K-1EYAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fhZwbmCyHkk/s1600/IMG_0743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7awyW-tGD78/TwU-K-1EYAI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fhZwbmCyHkk/s400/IMG_0743.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-819302421750103735?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/819302421750103735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-big-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/819302421750103735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/819302421750103735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-big-kid.html' title='This Big Kid'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDrJ6A2v4Bo/TwU-EQWamhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/L0alvoOqw4w/s72-c/juju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-208874023942538427</id><published>2012-01-05T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:44:44.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow-by-blow news</title><content type='html'>On the 2nd January, we had a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;BBQ at Apez's since he's going to UK&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the 4th January. Poor Yazmira, don't worry baby girl, he'll be back okay :) Be strong. His BBQ was great, I met many new people, all the from Ipoh and from here too. Had a great time with Syafiq and some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh, awkward moments too. My ex was there too. Oh kayy, let's skip that. So Apez's house was at Bangi. Yazmira and I thought Bangi was quite near since Apez said it's near to KL. But no, we've been sitting in the car like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Are we there yet?"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every ten minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey Apez, be strong okay. I know you'll do great in the United Kingdom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I'll take care of Yaz here aite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Your journey has started, and we're starting ours soon. Good Luck there, all the best :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOEjv7Az9KU/TwU3-SBVieI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ue-Xsd_5OKs/s1600/city-couple-friends-girl-loveiscolorful-photo-Favim.com-104512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOEjv7Az9KU/TwU3-SBVieI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ue-Xsd_5OKs/s400/city-couple-friends-girl-loveiscolorful-photo-Favim.com-104512.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ZUHAIR HAS GONE TO INTI COLLEGE, EVERYONE'S WORKING , NOW WHAT ?!?! KILL ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-208874023942538427?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/208874023942538427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blow-by-blow-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/208874023942538427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/208874023942538427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/blow-by-blow-news.html' title='Blow-by-blow news'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOEjv7Az9KU/TwU3-SBVieI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Ue-Xsd_5OKs/s72-c/city-couple-friends-girl-loveiscolorful-photo-Favim.com-104512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-397034873375755293</id><published>2012-01-01T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:50:43.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Your First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAZZUP 2012 ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hoyeah, finally it's 2012. The year which everyone thinks it's gonna be Armageddon. Bullshit. &lt;b&gt;You people should just eat crackers and kill yourselves.&lt;/b&gt; You aint God. Whatever it is, I'm gonna marry first, hehe. Plus, it just so happen that I had the &lt;b&gt;most memorable NYE ever so far.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st December, I woke up and I was excited to meet my boyfriend at a wedding. It took me 2 hours to get ready. The longer my hair, the longer for me to get ready. Ohkayyy. Wore my white kebaya, and then I was ready to pick up Syafiq and Umar with my sister. As Syafiq got in the car, everyone went silent. Awkwardddd. Well he was just shy.&amp;nbsp;Finally reached the venue. The wedding was lovely. It was Syafiq's friend's sister's wedding. (that's a whole lot of relation) Everything was just nice. We talked, laughed and took pictures. I really enjoyed myself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to 8.30pm. Zuhair made a bbq gathering at his place. I had a campfire at my neighbourhood so I was&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; caught up.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dang it. Okay, I was going to be late at Zuhair's. I went to the campfire which my neighbourhood organized and then headed to Zuhair's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kirh44pBbKA/TwBgGJlS3AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2R62MHuthYw/s1600/boy-friends-girl-light-loveiscolorful-no-rules-Favim.com-97245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kirh44pBbKA/TwBgGJlS3AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2R62MHuthYw/s400/boy-friends-girl-light-loveiscolorful-no-rules-Favim.com-97245.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Hi Zuhair!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Hey, you're the first girl who came"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatt? I invited like more than 10 girls to Zuhair's bbq, but what the heck. I had fun there, &lt;b&gt;fooled around with them guys. &lt;/b&gt;Of course I was laughing like hell because there were &amp;nbsp;Keith, Iskandar, Imraan, Imran, Pecal, Faaidz, Armand, Jimal and Acap. So Imran and I were checking around Faaidz's Galaxy tab which has this robot thing. I dont know what it is. You just say your command and it'll try and help you. Somehow, the robot didn't read what we said, that's the fun part. It'll came out something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Show me Justin Bieber"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Locate Justin Bieber &amp;nbsp;(pops out a map locating Puchong and Petaling Jaya)" robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"HAHA now I know Justin Bieber's a Malaysian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"Fuck you" Imran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"means porn - Hold your horses there ;)" Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"Whaaaaaaaaat ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Syafiq called me that he's picking me up at 10.30 to go to KL. We're gonna watch the fireworks there. Yeayyy. I had to wait him at the bus stop which the place was pitch black. Okay I was started to get scared. 3 motorists and 1 car were picking on me , making that annoying noise from their lips, i dont know how it is. &lt;b&gt;I hid behind the poster &lt;/b&gt;and prayed that Syafiq would come earlier. Finally he came with Chip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We parked the car at Setiawangsa and took the train becaue the road to KL will be horribly jam. We reached KL and there were so many people. I was suffocating. God. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;If killing was legal, I wouldn't have second thoughts.&lt;/span&gt; And then &lt;b&gt;'boom, boom'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1UsyU2w6MY/TwBgpSNGDYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e44j8TRqiJo/s1600/tumblr_lfdsjfj9aH1qdl36wo1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1UsyU2w6MY/TwBgpSNGDYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/e44j8TRqiJo/s400/tumblr_lfdsjfj9aH1qdl36wo1_500_large_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIREWORKKSSS ! &lt;/b&gt;Yeayyy, finally got to see the fireworks with Syafiq. 1st January 2012, spent the time watching fireworks with him. After that, we were waiting for Chip and I bummed into Ali, Pecal and all. Hehe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extras&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBgKTF5VUiA/TwBgEljYY5I/AAAAAAAAAew/V3SIJJIiMko/s1600/dfkms.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oBgKTF5VUiA/TwBgEljYY5I/AAAAAAAAAew/V3SIJJIiMko/s400/dfkms.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone's on a one way road with no way back. No regrets , the story's about to begin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4211087971377154054-397034873375755293?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/397034873375755293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/wazzup-2012-hoyeah-finally-its-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/397034873375755293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/397034873375755293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2012/01/wazzup-2012-hoyeah-finally-its-2012.html' title='It&apos;s Your First Time'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kirh44pBbKA/TwBgGJlS3AI/AAAAAAAAAe4/2R62MHuthYw/s72-c/boy-friends-girl-light-loveiscolorful-no-rules-Favim.com-97245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3812866678761282317</id><published>2011-12-30T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:12:54.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OSCAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrunJU58pCE/TvyVEZTd-QI/AAAAAAAAAek/OSLsQtedNCY/s1600/377410_10150450976233571_763193570_8711100_101018535_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrunJU58pCE/TvyVEZTd-QI/AAAAAAAAAek/OSLsQtedNCY/s400/377410_10150450976233571_763193570_8711100_101018535_n.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Malay College Kuala Kangsar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outstanding Sports Curricular Achievement Reward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiq got thattt ! Okay I know you're gonna be mad for posting this, but what the heck, I'm doing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ! :) xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-3812866678761282317?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3812866678761282317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/oscar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3812866678761282317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3812866678761282317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/oscar.html' title='OSCAR'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrunJU58pCE/TvyVEZTd-QI/AAAAAAAAAek/OSLsQtedNCY/s72-c/377410_10150450976233571_763193570_8711100_101018535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-55095450056161708</id><published>2011-12-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:01:31.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiVkqzLtjI/TvyL1-xLf6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/xuCcw0upuV8/s1600/tumblr_krr62spwXc1qzfekfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiVkqzLtjI/TvyL1-xLf6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/xuCcw0upuV8/s400/tumblr_krr62spwXc1qzfekfo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ! Oh yes, I woke up quite early today because I got my computer test going on. &lt;b&gt;That son of a... &lt;/b&gt;OKAY ! Let's skip that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I took the car keys and went to the driving license institute. Kayy, that was just wrong. But whatever. I couldn't wake my sister up. It's like &lt;b&gt;waking up a hibernating bear, waste of time.&lt;/b&gt; Quickly got in the car and rode off. Found a 'parking spot' and just parked there. the hell with the officers around, I was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and then suddenly, a kid was thrown out from a car. In front of my eyes ! I was stunned. Luckily there was not any car behind or else the kid would die. His mum made a turn and somehow the door was open and the kid (like about 7 years old) was thrown out onto the streets and rolled to the sidewalk. I was looking at his mum, she was like all blur. I mean like get real. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;YOUR KID WAS JUST THROWN OUT FROM YOUR CAR WOMAN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Too carried away with the incident, I realized I was late, and I ran all the way to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered my name and then I met Iskandar and Syamil. They were doing their Amali part. whatever it is. So yeah there came Rara. Somehow, the person who managed the computer test had to send the kids all the way to Danau by trips. Somehow, Rara and I got the last trip. Greattt. So as we walked in the room, okayyy, there were so many people. I was like shit, this is going to take the whole dayyy. Then, Amm came to give his oh-so-support. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;You gotta get 42 above to past the test, damn it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Sarah Hanes!" Receptionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Holy f.." Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Good Luck Sarah" Amm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Ya Allah ya Allah tolong aku" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrifying ! It was wayyyy worse than SPM I tell ya. After answering all those questions and checked like million times. The scariest part, clicking the 'Result' button. I kept reciting my prayers there over and over and I clicked the button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"ANDA MENDAPAT 40, GAGAL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOTHER F ?!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 more, you #&amp;amp;@!# !! I feel like smacking the computer off. What pissed me off even more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;"Hello, you have to pay RM40 more for your next test"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;t(-.-t)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6ppGxiW9oc/TvyNWbXUFbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/sAZIwm8UJJo/s1600/tumblr_lmxnk4S7hS1qeac5to1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6ppGxiW9oc/TvyNWbXUFbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/sAZIwm8UJJo/s400/tumblr_lmxnk4S7hS1qeac5to1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somehow, Rara failed too ! Both of us failed. Greatttt. So we got so fucked up and went to 7Eleven. We grabbed on some junkies and of course, slurpees &amp;nbsp;then headed to Nini's. After that, we went to Zuhair's and just hang around there. Played with his cat DD !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-55095450056161708?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/55095450056161708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/suck-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/55095450056161708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/55095450056161708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/suck-it-up.html' title='Suck It Up'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTiVkqzLtjI/TvyL1-xLf6I/AAAAAAAAAeA/xuCcw0upuV8/s72-c/tumblr_krr62spwXc1qzfekfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2111752700214062365</id><published>2011-12-28T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:04:05.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Kecermerlangan Sekolah Berasrama Penuh Kali ke- 38</title><content type='html'>Or as known as, HKSBP. So this year, this event was held at Tunku Kurshiah College, Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I feel like doing this post because I think &lt;b&gt;I really enjoyed my time there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got into a boarding school I was like "Huh, HKSBP?" Yes everything was all new. My second year in boarding school, only then I knew that this event is a privilege one. Fortunately, I made into the school's debate them. Lucky for me, this year's debate was held nationally without having to go through the regions and such. I was lucky I got to go straight to the National level of HKSBP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the adventure begins. I was still oblivious with everything, or as you call it ; Noob. My team was placed in the same dorm with the Sekolah Tun Fatimah's basketball team. Okay, that was my mum's school. Like I always said to myself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Y DIDNT I CHOOSE STF ?!?!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tFYWOBhBio/TvraAZTy2VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2O8I370Mu6g/s1600/hksbp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tFYWOBhBio/TvraAZTy2VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2O8I370Mu6g/s640/hksbp.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made through the rounds, won all the three matches and we were in the rage for the next. Unfortunately, luck was not on out side against SMS Selangor in the fight to make it to the Quarter. Well let's not talk about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really into the competitive fever that much, since I met a whole lot of new people. Funny thing, I met my old friend where she shouted and hugged me when I was walking around TKC. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_VnCqQ5vYo/TvraEO-wZbI/AAAAAAAAAds/kSBMwMRgz1Y/s1600/mvp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i_VnCqQ5vYo/TvraEO-wZbI/AAAAAAAAAds/kSBMwMRgz1Y/s640/mvp.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peak of the event, the closure. Oh yes it was very exciting. The last basketball match The Malay College Kuala Kangsar against Sekolah Dato' Abdul Rahman. Of course, MCKK won. And guess who got the Most Valuable Player, hehe. It was a glorious day for MCKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would say &lt;b&gt;"OMG, you guys met at HKSBP?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is,&lt;b&gt; I never knew he existed during the whole event&lt;/b&gt; until he came up to the stage and got the title of MVP. Because, back then, I was still with my ex. Duhh, and my ex was there too, cheering for the MC's Cagers basketball team. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"...and the MVP goes to, Cager's No. 11" emcee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Wow, he must be great in basketball" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, he's my boyfriend now and I still can't believe he was the guy who went up on stage for MVP. Syafiq Ihsan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2111752700214062365?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2111752700214062365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hari-kecermerlangan-sekolah-berasrama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2111752700214062365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2111752700214062365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hari-kecermerlangan-sekolah-berasrama.html' title='Hari Kecermerlangan Sekolah Berasrama Penuh Kali ke- 38'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tFYWOBhBio/TvraAZTy2VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2O8I370Mu6g/s72-c/hksbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7576379828394419833</id><published>2011-12-28T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:47:32.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces to the Puzzles of My Life</title><content type='html'>Making my way to Pavillion, and the best part was, there was this couple who wore the exact same attire. I mean like, the shirt you're wearing now, it's like buy one free one. Even the pants and the sneakers. Just can't hold my laugh that long, I just had to have a little giggle in the train sitting in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are partners, not twins, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some of you guys who knew, Yes my life is getting back into track. Everything's going beautiful. Finally, I got to meet my boyfriend (yeayy!) and we watched Ombak Rindu. Well I watched it for the second time. We had lunch at Madam Kwan's and just hung out at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks were fun. Stalking people on facebook, played 'Air Hockey' on his ipod which we laughed like total idiots regardless of people kept staring at us. We met Afiz and Yaz, awwww they were so sweet :) Yeah I borrowed my boyfriend's ipod because he forced me to watch &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Walk to Remember. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;He said the story was so sad. And I was like : Is it really that sad or whattt ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu9r6kauKws/Tvq42ZwqC1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ex8hFhuxeC4/s1600/cring+meme+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu9r6kauKws/Tvq42ZwqC1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ex8hFhuxeC4/s200/cring+meme+2.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mandy Moore, y u died ?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pxH2frUPJo/Tvq43OI0_CI/AAAAAAAAAdY/sXw9qvAuwS8/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2pxH2frUPJo/Tvq43OI0_CI/AAAAAAAAAdY/sXw9qvAuwS8/s200/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Omg, did he really cry? Hehe. I know Im not.."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AFTER THE MOVIE..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so whatever, I cried. IT WAS SO SAD. Yes, I am lame because I just watched it. Tomorrow is my computer testfor my license, which me luck ! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-7576379828394419833?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7576379828394419833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/pieces-to-puzzles-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7576379828394419833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7576379828394419833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/pieces-to-puzzles-of-my-life.html' title='Pieces to the Puzzles of My Life'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lu9r6kauKws/Tvq42ZwqC1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ex8hFhuxeC4/s72-c/cring+meme+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4823537928642473813</id><published>2011-12-26T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T19:35:30.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refresh Refresh</title><content type='html'>Okay hi guys! Well Im back again, and yes yes I've told you to update my blog. I thought I would have the time in the world, but.. okay scratch that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So yeah NOW IM BACK.&lt;/b&gt; SPM was awesome, I answered ALL, i mean even the optional ones, hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've nothing to tell yet, well of course I do have something to tell, but em it's just too many&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start tomorrow okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4823537928642473813?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4823537928642473813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/refresh-refresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4823537928642473813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4823537928642473813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/12/refresh-refresh.html' title='Refresh Refresh'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5203969570179349653</id><published>2011-10-20T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:22:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm There, Look Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SPM IS LESS THAN 21 DAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OH YES. And you'll see this blog is coming back to life. Oh yes, I've been thinking about my first post. My fingers are tingling ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My life just can't get any better, and it keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Stay tune. &lt;/span&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/4211087971377154054-5203969570179349653?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5203969570179349653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-there-look-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5203969570179349653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5203969570179349653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-there-look-out.html' title='I&apos;m There, Look Out'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1758876386449514261</id><published>2011-06-01T13:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:59:02.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat the drums away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hi Sarah how are you? &lt;b&gt;Ahh fuck it, you've been abandoning this blog of yours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well IM SORRY, Im in a damned boarding school and I dont even have the time in doing anything. Plus with the oh-so-fast wirelesss connection, how the hell am I gonna update this?&lt;br /&gt;If I could update, what should I post about? There's nothing interesting in my boarding school. Well to me, there's nothing. Okay skip that. Really miss all the adventures I've had during the golden times ey. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't worry, it'll come back right after SPM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk a bit about &lt;b&gt;yesterday (31st May 2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the last day of May. What should I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjqfIDd-0AQ/TeXiOn7fZGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0ivxYVqieCk/s400/POPCORNS_by_ALILAR.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613141251451741282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: Let's go watch a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iylia  : Kung Fu Panda 2, NOT INSIDOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: Dangg, you're just like Zuhair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Iylia up at 1.15 and the movie starts at 1.20pm. Greatttt. It was 1.40 when we reached Wangsa Walk&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kung Fu Panda 2, 1.20pm; SOLD"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iylia: Let's go to Galaxy Ampang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: I dont know the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iylia: I &lt;b&gt;THINK&lt;/b&gt; I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: *well she thinks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So we were really hungry! Planned on everywhere to eat, then it came to Oldtown. Okay both agreed! But you know how's the parking at Ampang Point area during lunch time area right? &lt;b&gt;You feel like going out of the car and smash the cars in t&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;he parking lot with a bat.&lt;/b&gt; It's so damn hard to find one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you find one it's like the lights from heaven shone on your blessed soul. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So yeah I got 'dem lights shone on me, I got one parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Called Zuhair up maybe he wanted to tag us along, but he's crashing over at Imran. Done with the lunch off we go to Galaxy Ampang. Okay, funny storywe lost our way. We were circling around Ampang there and had to stop at this one place so that Iylia could call Nadzmi for directions. Then came an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indian guy knocking on my windo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Talking on a low tone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: WEH ACID MAN KE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iylia: Aku cuak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: Oh tak lah! Dia kata nak reverse ke tak, haish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iylia *breathing rapidly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ,this Acid man thing is really changing the mindset of the whole nation towards Indian guys! So what, &lt;b&gt;you're gonna wear a mask whenever you're confronting with your Indian teacher?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was official, we were lost. Fed up and head to Breadties for &lt;b&gt;Macaroons! &lt;/b&gt;(yeay) and head to Imran. finally at Imran's, played with his Ipad, just chilling around with his fat cat, Cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AgZvBNaljDA/TeXhucX4_mI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wBeeCrowsCY/s400/e839bfa3b4d6144459ba986efe08eb4a-d3e58al.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613140698593820258" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ddee: Cendol jom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sarah: Cun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a cendol, and Ddee, Acap and Jimal came. Played the LemeLeme app on Ddee's Ipod Touch, hehe it was so fun! Time to head back. Had to send Iylia so Acap and Jimal tagged along. Acap showed me &lt;b&gt;the 'other' way to beat the tr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;affic. &lt;/b&gt;Wow I feel so lame. But yes, I've added some street smarts here baby! But not as expert as Acap, he even knows the other way o go all the way to KL without using the highway. Dang. So yesterday was tired but fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home got scolded by my parents because my &lt;b&gt;phone went dead.&lt;/b&gt; Yeay, so that's life errbody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCYRHUHDCfg/TeXhVS8MeiI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6xmumL4pp_Y/s400/200443_205886156104219_100000485072412_772702_7230821_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613140266565007906" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tWIqna6lWYw/TeXhFs4IwKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YiV84skvftA/s400/59911_1638991661620_1441622357_31656516_4724460_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613139998649401506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened to us? I doubt we can stick together for that long. Only some of us are. Miss the old times.&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/4211087971377154054-1758876386449514261?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1758876386449514261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/06/beat-drums-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1758876386449514261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1758876386449514261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/06/beat-drums-away.html' title='Beat the drums away'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjqfIDd-0AQ/TeXiOn7fZGI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0ivxYVqieCk/s72-c/POPCORNS_by_ALILAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8273282485526639847</id><published>2011-03-05T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:35:26.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vgjsw-nmvWQ/TXIsivx0D3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ENsPdnAeigs/s1600/love__by_Bethem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vgjsw-nmvWQ/TXIsivx0D3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ENsPdnAeigs/s400/love__by_Bethem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580571863718039410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Want you to make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the only girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the only one you'll ever love&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm the only one who knows your heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im the only one who understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; How to make you feel like a man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WNS&lt;/i&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/4211087971377154054-8273282485526639847?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8273282485526639847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8273282485526639847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8273282485526639847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-wait.html' title='I&apos;ll wait'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vgjsw-nmvWQ/TXIsivx0D3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ENsPdnAeigs/s72-c/love__by_Bethem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3312490117246001956</id><published>2010-11-29T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:32:13.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TPOAndWnRNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kkiHo6YC1EQ/s1600/tumblr_lclp7h3bGR1qf8d6ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TPOAndWnRNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kkiHo6YC1EQ/s400/tumblr_lclp7h3bGR1qf8d6ro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544916981605942482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You know you're very special. You're just too perfect. Oh how can this world live without you. You're my inspiration, you're my strength and you're my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay. Always stay baby&lt;br /&gt;xx&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/4211087971377154054-3312490117246001956?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3312490117246001956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3312490117246001956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3312490117246001956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-my.html' title='Oh My,'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TPOAndWnRNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/kkiHo6YC1EQ/s72-c/tumblr_lclp7h3bGR1qf8d6ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5315301385105674499</id><published>2010-11-23T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:10:11.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calon Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqV2GH1yXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FUXRGD0j668/s1600/exams____by_xlifes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqV2GH1yXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FUXRGD0j668/s400/exams____by_xlifes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542407048021789042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A VERY GOODLUCK TO ALL SPM CANDIDATES 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR EXAM, TRUST YOURSELF AND EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah Hanes&lt;/b&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/4211087971377154054-5315301385105674499?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5315301385105674499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/calon-sijil-pelajaran-malaysia-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5315301385105674499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5315301385105674499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/calon-sijil-pelajaran-malaysia-2010.html' title='Calon Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia 2010'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqV2GH1yXI/AAAAAAAAAa4/FUXRGD0j668/s72-c/exams____by_xlifes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2030168470298812453</id><published>2010-11-22T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:58:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got BRAVE On My Necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqRuTZW5FI/AAAAAAAAAaw/S5ME83py3jI/s400/Bowling_by_LostInMyFantasyWorld.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542402516099458130" /&gt;Went to Damai last night with Ddee, Mirul and Acap. Nabila was suppose to be there, somehow she fell asleep! &lt;b&gt;NICE!&lt;/b&gt; We called and called -,-  It's been so long and Im back. Dangg, i didn't have enough sleep. &lt;b&gt;I slept at 4.30 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey Hey Malaysia! Supposedly I should have my breakfast with Kadir but somehow &lt;b&gt;I woke up at 10 am!&lt;/b&gt; I was so sleepy. and there's 2 texts asking me to wake up &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*wow, it's like I have my personal assistant. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I promised my boarding schoolmates we'll have the bowling training at 11 &lt;b&gt;(Yeah i know right, I socialize with those boarding school kids) &lt;/b&gt;I got dressed and all as fast as I could. &lt;b&gt;Took the car keys and VROOM! Im out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I got there and played a few games. Guess what, I lost against them, in all the games! Im so lame, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Text from Kadir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Thanks for the breakfast just now. bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;"Kadir! Im sorry i fell asleep. Okay, ill pick you up after this, we'll have lunch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Emma and Faqrull Imran. I went to Popeye's since Nabila works there. I thought of stopping by. Funny thing, &lt;b&gt;she acts like she owns the restaurant.&lt;/b&gt; She kept talking to me eventhough the manager kept calling her to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to pick up Kadir and we had lunch at Secret Recipe, Taman Melati. It was his treat, thanks Kadir. Then we went back to Melawati, feel like hanging around. We went to Bukit G, talked and talked and Kadir had his nap there. OHKAYYY. Then I dropped him off to Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. Called Zuhair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Im crashing over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had my nap there, oh felt nice. I wanted to go to the gym with Jim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(haha it rhymes) but somehow he has errands to run.  So I called Ed for a jog and Zuhair, Nabila and Emi tagged along too. Everyone got in the car to pick up Ed but then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"What's that burning smell?" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"What? I was playing wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;h the matchstick" Nabila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Dude no! Dont you smell that reek? OMG" Zuhair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I stepped on some shit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"MY CAR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Open up the windows! air air air" Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, we kept laughing all the way in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Nabila called Myra for her help. She needs to clean it up. Okay. Plus she's not going jogging, so the four of us gone jogging. Seriously man, I've lost all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; of my stamina. Fitness- gone! Nab called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Err, what does your car sounds when it starts?"  Nab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Normal sound! Grr, vroom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqRt-12KMI/AAAAAAAAAao/FI7iRxbzze8/s400/broke_down_by_Rhinofeeder.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542402510581803202" /&gt;So there's a problem with my car, damn it. Farouq had to take pick up. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh god, oh shit, my car's dead.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How the hell am I gonna to send Ed back home. We have the jumper, but no one knows how to do the jumpstart. Greattt. Basically we were thinking of a plan more than doing actions with the hood of the car wide open using a stick. And there's a kid laughed that my car used a stick to open up the hood. Go die little kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Text from Kadir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I have only 50% chance of survival" Kadir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I dont have the transport back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"My car broke down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Okay, I have 0% chance of survival"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily emi got brought her car. I paid Ed cab fares&lt;b&gt; (So sorry Ed!) &lt;/b&gt;and emi sent me back home. Me and my dad went back to the place and tried to get the car back. Did the jumpstart thingy, and&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; it livesssss! &lt;/b&gt;THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Text from Kadir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I walked all the way from Amppang to Melawati"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Why didnt you take the cab dummy?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I have no fuckin' money!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqRswTx5vI/AAAAAAAAAag/LWDE5bKSlKU/s400/a2bc3cd6563203bf27496ddf49efdd7a-d33cu2z.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542402489500952306" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;When you think he's the one, and only one. &lt;i&gt;Yeah he is, and he can be.&lt;/i&gt; But tomorrow, no more. Nothing. We can never expect what's in front of us. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This world is too wide and too big for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to hold and control it ourselves. It's just too much to juggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2030168470298812453?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2030168470298812453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-brave-on-my-necklace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2030168470298812453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2030168470298812453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-brave-on-my-necklace.html' title='Got BRAVE On My Necklace'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOqRuTZW5FI/AAAAAAAAAaw/S5ME83py3jI/s72-c/Bowling_by_LostInMyFantasyWorld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6275831453803864934</id><published>2010-11-21T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:04:31.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take It Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOj8PD-4xCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mVMeRuwEPr4/s1600/This_is_me_by_twobrowneyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOj8PD-4xCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mVMeRuwEPr4/s400/This_is_me_by_twobrowneyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541956677176706082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, I woke up at 4pm. I knoww right, my mum kept telling me &lt;b&gt;I'm like a guy&lt;/b&gt; because:&lt;/div&gt;- I love going out&lt;br /&gt;- I love going to mamak&lt;div&gt;- I ride the GTR&lt;br /&gt;- I sleep on the couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkayyy, but a guy doesn't wear heels and make-ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Im surprised, it's a very hectic Sunday. I woke up and there's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3 missed calls and 5 texts.&lt;/span&gt; I was like, what the fuck, &lt;b&gt;it's a goddamn Sunday.&lt;/b&gt;  So many things going on. But I'm not going to any. Im not having the mood. Plus I lost my coloured lenses, shit. It's okay, i'll get back to track tonight. &lt;b&gt;Damai with the main four &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hurry up Sarah, when is the real adventure starts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOj8O7haskI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nj1kdvCmkkM/s400/starbucks_coffee_by_ladymonroe.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541956674905616962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever feel so fucked up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hold up, sit back and escape everything. &lt;/b&gt;Nothing's better than just you and yourself.&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/4211087971377154054-6275831453803864934?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6275831453803864934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-it-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6275831453803864934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6275831453803864934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-it-slow.html' title='Take It Slow'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOj8PD-4xCI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mVMeRuwEPr4/s72-c/This_is_me_by_twobrowneyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5477902914820385099</id><published>2010-11-20T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:17:03.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Up Here We Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOdLSi-keKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hFA_KcEM5CE/s1600/FLY_by_n_npfeel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOdLSi-keKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hFA_KcEM5CE/s400/FLY_by_n_npfeel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480648501655714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HEY ERRBODY!&lt;/span&gt; Dang it's been 5 months?! OH well. Time flies and next year Im gonna have the horror year, SPM. But can't wait till it's finish! &lt;b&gt;PARTAYYYY. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow 5 months ey? Oh too much, too much stories.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah I'm still at that boarding school Yeah I can go back to Melawati, but somehow, it's just another year, so what the heck. Plus, Im looking forward for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah &lt;b&gt;Farid broke up with me.&lt;/b&gt; And I got this new Boyfriend, &lt;b&gt;Syazrul from St John.&lt;/b&gt; Yeah we broke up too. WHAT A LIFE EH, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah and there's also this clingy anonymous kept stalking and bitching about me at Formspring, haha that's even more pathetic. So now, it's better be single. I just cant take this anymore. I have my friends, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my friends are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im giving a sneak peak that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Im back to blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; since this school hols! Well i cant accumalte what have been going on the past 5 months, heh. Plus, I got the car back again, FUCK YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;And brace yourself, the show's about to begin.&lt;br /&gt;Come and fly with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOdLSV_p8nI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lzEMRo88eXY/s400/paint_by_RebeccaLynn48.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541480645016547954" /&gt;Everyone has an adventure in them, explore it and ignite! Life is like a&lt;b&gt; drawing without an eraser.&lt;/b&gt; Make yourself a s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; as possible because I know I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-5477902914820385099?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5477902914820385099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-up-here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5477902914820385099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5477902914820385099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-up-here-we-go.html' title='Up Up Here We Go'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TOdLSi-keKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hFA_KcEM5CE/s72-c/FLY_by_n_npfeel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6939970009466066392</id><published>2010-06-20T09:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T10:01:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace Yourself For The Oncoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TB11gGo0SiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/f2Puemk-dNk/s1600/i_think_about_writing_you_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TB11gGo0SiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/f2Puemk-dNk/s400/i_think_about_writing_you_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484669115605207586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW CAN I SLIT A TIME NOW?&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT ME FOR TWO YEARS MORE IF YOU CAN.&lt;br /&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/4211087971377154054-6939970009466066392?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6939970009466066392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/06/brace-yourself-for-oncoming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6939970009466066392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6939970009466066392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/06/brace-yourself-for-oncoming.html' title='Brace Yourself For The Oncoming'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/TB11gGo0SiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/f2Puemk-dNk/s72-c/i_think_about_writing_you_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2857566131533572187</id><published>2010-05-09T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:31:59.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Hand and Follow Me</title><content type='html'>Hmm, now I'm making my time to blog. Finally. Unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost a those tons of stories I wanted to tell.&lt;/span&gt; So I'll just dig up any stories that pops up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I hate my current school and I still am. Currently, my school is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;visitors all over.&lt;/span&gt; 12 year old Thailand students around 30 pupil are staying here in our school regarding to this program thingy. They'll be studying here for 6 years! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My goodness,&lt;/span&gt; even I can't even survive my school which is ten minutes away from my home. And last two days the genesys students came around hundreds of them, I didn't count. These students are among the 2 top students in Japan language of their school which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will go to Japan&lt;/span&gt; for this program thingy too. Based on all of this, I never knew all of this International school-to-school stuff during my normal high-school days in Melawati. I was kinda, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impressed&lt;/span&gt; by all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S-ZWegJfTtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1_EX_vRGwoM/s1600/willy_wonka_by_lejdi_niedzwiedz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S-ZWegJfTtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1_EX_vRGwoM/s400/willy_wonka_by_lejdi_niedzwiedz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469153879513845458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there was an annoucement;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anyone who's interested of going to Indonesia, please proceed to the lobby for further info"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"NAUFAL! Hey you wanna go to Indon? Come on, looks like fun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What are we going there for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'I don't know, we'll just ask the teacher. I can check out those cute jakarta guys like in those Sinetron"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Teacher, is this the trip to Indon thingy, so what are we going to do there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Oh we'll be learning on how they learn Arab languange in a hut, like a modern hut"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Errrrrrrrrrr..." Naufal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(my jaws dropped)&lt;/span&gt;" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Okay teacher, let us think about it first (heading out)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"OH GOD NAUFAL! RUN! I don't wanna go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I told you, HAHAHA. Go on, you were so eager to go, go on and learn Arab"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Okay okay, laugh it up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I really miss SMK Taman Melawati,&lt;/span&gt; I feel like an outsider around my friends. Okay moving on, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm wearing braces now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now just wait for my winning smile in another 2 years! Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S-ZWfC_2QOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AOigJiLqU04/s1600/laugh_by_cries_of_the_past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S-ZWfC_2QOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/AOigJiLqU04/s400/laugh_by_cries_of_the_past.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469153888868647138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, as time goes by, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things change.&lt;/span&gt; Everyone has their own ways, partly. Then, completely. Try and make the bond back together, like we used to. Can't you feel all those around? You'll realize it at some point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go on as far as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2857566131533572187?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2857566131533572187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-my-hand-and-follow-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2857566131533572187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2857566131533572187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-my-hand-and-follow-me.html' title='Take My Hand and Follow Me'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S-ZWegJfTtI/AAAAAAAAAZY/1_EX_vRGwoM/s72-c/willy_wonka_by_lejdi_niedzwiedz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3865350274495203031</id><published>2010-05-02T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:50:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S90u0M13mGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ETGoExp8Rl4/s1600/Rush_by_MeriliisM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S90u0M13mGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ETGoExp8Rl4/s400/Rush_by_MeriliisM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466576997032892514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLD ON, HOLD ON. DON'T LOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M STILL HERE. AND MY BLOG IS NOT DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'M KEEPING MY TRACKS ON. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4211087971377154054-3865350274495203031?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3865350274495203031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3865350274495203031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3865350274495203031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-minutes.html' title='Making Minutes'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S90u0M13mGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ETGoExp8Rl4/s72-c/Rush_by_MeriliisM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1415237850734372573</id><published>2010-03-19T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:36:08.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Try me, &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/sarahanes" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/sarahanes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-1415237850734372573?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1415237850734372573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1415237850734372573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1415237850734372573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/03/formspringme_19.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2494764192069708133</id><published>2010-03-12T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:10:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Obligate This</title><content type='html'>It's been a month I guess? And yeah, I'm still in my boarding school. Fyi, my current school got No.3 in Malaysia for SPM. Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's something I can be proud of. &lt;/span&gt;So moving on, I should tell you more on my activities at my school. But of course, everything went blank. I need to jot down my activities there, I'll put that in my mind.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (I hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's talk about today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 11.30 and dressed up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet my peeps&lt;/span&gt; at Melawati around 12.45. We went to anjung for cendol. We talked and talked and talked. Oh and Naim knew one of my friend's here in SBPI. What a small world. A few minutes after that, Shahriel came. And there goes all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarcasm and teasing around us.&lt;/span&gt; I said Hi to Shahriel and shook his hand since he said I didn't talk to him. Nabila recorded everything back there and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; slipped in some teasing&lt;/span&gt; along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S5pS-OI8E8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zW4K_rgwd70/s1600-h/shh_by_majcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S5pS-OI8E8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zW4K_rgwd70/s400/shh_by_majcia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447757928158991298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dropping Nabila home, I went to Ninis' while waiting for Farid to finish solat jumaat. I was about 15 minutes at Nini's, Farid called.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Haih, that's just nice -,- &lt;/span&gt;I went straight to Farids'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hey, my parents are still at the hotel. Let's take the car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"WOO HOO! I'm in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Oldtown Gombak since I was hungry. Of course we did gossiping, Farid likes to gossip. So on the way back, ah yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farid's mum called;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(with my oh-so-innocent voice)&lt;/span&gt; Hello, yes aunty?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Hey Sarah, is Farid with you now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Err, no aunty, I'm with my sister now. She just got back from Pilah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Oh okay. Farid took the car again, my goodness. Could you call him and tell me where he is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Oh sure aunty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text: Aunty, I called Farid. He went to Shajayan for a drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;" Farid and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Farid's. Then;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sarah, Maya now, I'm here" Nabila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the spot, Farid and I took the scooter and went to Maya since he parked the car in already. We reached there but there was no seat for us outside so we sat inside. One shisha for two. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a day.&lt;/span&gt; About and hour there, both of us took off. I sent Farid home and I went straight home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2494764192069708133?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2494764192069708133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-can-obligate-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2494764192069708133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2494764192069708133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-can-obligate-this.html' title='We Can Obligate This'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S5pS-OI8E8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zW4K_rgwd70/s72-c/shh_by_majcia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4405638965163612655</id><published>2010-02-16T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:53:02.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Hoping For Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S4kxfDexQhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/F7qVjM2n_Hc/s1600-h/reading_by_brittsperspective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S4kxfDexQhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/F7qVjM2n_Hc/s400/reading_by_brittsperspective.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442936034234024466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, It's been like almost a month? Is it? How time flies. As you can see, I can't update my blog frequently because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M IN BOARDING SCHOOL, DAMN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to my new school for about 2 weeks. On my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt; first night there, I went to see the disciplinary teacher;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Teacher, I want the form to transfer back to my school, ASAP"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the lecturing and talking and crying. It's not that I'm homesick, seriously. It's the culture! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was culture shock.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, the drastic change of culture from Melawati to this boarding school. The students are among the religious type and look at me, do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look like the religious type? No right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls always hang with the girls. You know I'm more to hanging out with the boys. Luckily I found a few like me. Man it's hard to find. But somehow, I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;ed back, after attending my classes as normal, the kids were okay. Seriously, they're fun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been misjudging them. &lt;/span&gt;Plus, there's also more advanced. Wow. But life in a boarding school is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friggin' tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phones are hardly forbidden there&lt;/span&gt;, but what the heck. I still brought mine. I have to be careful when I wanted to start to trust anyone because there, everyone can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;be the teacher's pet. One day, this one dummy intern said to the seniors during the Seniors-Form 4 Interns meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Miss, what about the old form 4's who brought their phone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, what the fuck? You're dead meat. I ran to my friend, Aisyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"There's an intern blew the whole secret about phones"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole batch boycott&lt;/span&gt; that intern kid. The was stressed-out and started crying to the disciplinary teacher. A few days after, the whole old form 4's student were call by the warden. That's it, the chips had fall where they may. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone got busted.&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;warden came to me in the class;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"You're Sarah Hanes right?" Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I want your phone now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Err, I didn't bring mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"See Puan Aini after this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I ran and didn't meet Puan Aini. I covered my face when the Warden was patrolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S4kxer-ZHhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bIBG0UhY_8o/s1600-h/Megan_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S4kxer-ZHhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bIBG0UhY_8o/s400/Megan_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442936027924209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;This thing is small but you kept making it bigger and bigger. I see through you but I don't buy you now. Bluff bluff, that's how you roll and you're realizing everything now. Snap out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4405638965163612655?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4405638965163612655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-hoping-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4405638965163612655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4405638965163612655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-hoping-for-now.html' title='Stop Hoping For Now'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S4kxfDexQhI/AAAAAAAAAY4/F7qVjM2n_Hc/s72-c/reading_by_brittsperspective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5410774020362670781</id><published>2010-01-26T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:09:25.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let This Worry Out</title><content type='html'>I was absent yesterday because I was so lazy and I did my own adventure too yesterday. I'll tell about it later. Since  i was absent yesterday, I have no idea what happened. I mean homeworks, the fun stuff and all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came to school like a total blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S17nISdL70I/AAAAAAAAAYg/id7rT92rAcg/s1600-h/joelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S17nISdL70I/AAAAAAAAAYg/id7rT92rAcg/s400/joelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431032330234621762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This is my man, Joelle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The main headline-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Biology's Lab Report!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What are you doing Jolle?" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Biology's lab report, have you done?" Joelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Err, is there any work? I didn't even bring the book" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAIYA! You're so dead lah Sarah! yesterday the teacher was hitting the roof with all of us. We've never seen her that furious" Joelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ahhh, chill, I'm going out next week &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(don't panic sarah, don't panic)&lt;/span&gt;" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Even Wee gave the same excuse he was scolded badly. Aiya" Joelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"You haven't done it? God, you're gonna have t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;o get same award winning excuse for that, you're dead" Imran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Hey! What's with all the pressure!" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, during Agama, i was so sleepy and my eyes were closed then opened. My head &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept falling up and down. &lt;/span&gt;Yes! Recess! I didn't go down, but instead I slept for ten minutes and came the prefects to burst my bubble. Somehow I have to go down. After recess, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fooling around the block.&lt;/span&gt; Walking back and forth meeting my friends. They're like my support to keep on living. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love all of my friends. &lt;/span&gt;But I'm gonna leave them next week. I love you guys. No other people can replace all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of emotions. Mohana's not coming in for about a month now. Everyone was busy with the Lab Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"(Okay Sarah, you're starting to panic. DON'T PANIC! Too late, you're panicking)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Fikri, I mean, the teacher wasn't so furious right?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"She was, I mean she took my book, scold me and threw my book away!" Fikri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Okay, thanks for your help -,-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S17pRLi5bQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BNhZXSlprRA/s1600-h/fai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S17pRLi5bQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BNhZXSlprRA/s400/fai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431034682021604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my god! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siti Khadijah fainted!&lt;/span&gt; What a coincidence, it was during Biology. The incident was settle about 20 minutes. Oh yes, came Zuhair to break other of my functional bones as usual. I was a bit relieved, the teacher didn't ask about the lab report. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew (well, for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Okay, class, I'm going to check on your reports now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"(GULP)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--She starts calling out names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"......Muhammad Izzham, Fikri hakim, and Yazmira"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"(THANK GODDD! I love youuu)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was cheking on the reports, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was jumping around places. &lt;/span&gt;Luckily, I made it through Biology! School's over and there's something going on between me Shahriel. Oh yes, Shahriel Hanifah finally talked to me. About what? HAHA,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know you guys are dying to know.&lt;/span&gt; Let it be a mystery among us. Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-5410774020362670781?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5410774020362670781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-this-worry-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5410774020362670781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5410774020362670781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-this-worry-out.html' title='Let This Worry Out'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S17nISdL70I/AAAAAAAAAYg/id7rT92rAcg/s72-c/joelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2297170251809595830</id><published>2010-01-16T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:33:17.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainfood For All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1g7HQgBbaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/m71XRpjkgfo/s1600-h/Eating_your_guilt_by_Break_able.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1g7HQgBbaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/m71XRpjkgfo/s400/Eating_your_guilt_by_Break_able.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429154346669534626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Saturday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my first day to Kasturi,&lt;/span&gt; hehe. I'm so excited! I woke up at 8.45 am and you know I always get ready like an one hour or more. I was supposed to take EST but I forgot when it starts. I asked Farid and he said he forgot it too. Well, that's just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to Wangsa Maju and met Farid there. Woo hoo, we got the new train with the four coaches. I was rushing but Farid kept saying he's hungry and hungry. Fine, just buy some bread at the station later. HURRY FARID! I got into Kasturi at 10.40 and EST started 20 minutes ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Farid, should I go in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Well 20 minutes late is just unacceptable, im hungry, let's go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Fine, you win, let's eat at Oldtown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeayyyyyyy, your treat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Yes yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got to Oldtown and had breakfast. We have Add Maths at 12. Well Mr. How, our teacher made Add Maths so simple. Somehow, Farid didn't understand just one thing and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he was pointing at the whiteboard. &lt;/span&gt;I was about to say don't point, the teacher's gonna attack you! Ops, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IT'S TOO LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Yes sir, what's your problem?" Mr How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh shoot *whisper" Farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was more into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couples stuff and lovey dovey thingy.&lt;/span&gt; After Farid's explanation, the teacher said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"See, you didn't pay attention, I know you have your girlfriend next to you but you can just pay attention bla bla bla" Mr How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Damn it, shit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was likee, what the hell? He was teasing me and Farid throughout the class! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was turning red!&lt;/span&gt; I can turn into deeper red if there's a deeper red! The teacher even said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Okay look here brother, you have to eliminate this symbol. I mean, you're going out on a date with your girl and I'm holding you back. Of course you want to eliminate me so it's easy for you to come to her house"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fucckkkkk? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I took my book, and covered my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Kasturi ended! Again, Farid wants to eat. He has a very big storage in his belly i think. We went to Mcd Petaling Street. We talked talked talked and went home after that. Woo hoo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a new hairdryer&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, I can be very overjoyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1g3sz8_KTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cJebbgWbNBg/s1600-h/zu+jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1g3sz8_KTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/cJebbgWbNBg/s400/zu+jim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429150593794910514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIMBY AND ZUHAIR!&lt;/span&gt; Squirrel reminds me of Jimby while violence reminds me of Zuhair. I love you manwhores. Both of them don't have the guts to fight me, that's why I call them my gays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2297170251809595830?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2297170251809595830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/brainfood-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2297170251809595830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2297170251809595830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/brainfood-for-all.html' title='Brainfood For All'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1g7HQgBbaI/AAAAAAAAAYY/m71XRpjkgfo/s72-c/Eating_your_guilt_by_Break_able.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4955596750567361006</id><published>2010-01-15T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:55:48.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E is Going To Be Always Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1gx7aL_UYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pTRKQZ9Bqno/s1600-h/Birthday_Surprise_by_kimuraryuuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1gx7aL_UYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pTRKQZ9Bqno/s400/Birthday_Surprise_by_kimuraryuuki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429144247506784642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I GOT INTO A BOARDING SCHOOL IN SBPI GOMBAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;(KILL ME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So this is how it goes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is the last day Ereen's here&lt;/span&gt; in SMK Taman Melawati. Poor Ereen, she cried during recess. I'm going to miss Ereen, but somehow my new house is ridiculously near to her house in Ulu Langat, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini planned to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; surprise Ereen at KFC,&lt;/span&gt; as she has no idea about this because Ereen was busy inviting everyone to Seri Maya. After school I went straight home and dressed up to go. Nini said to be there 2pm sharp and it's already 2.30! Shit. Fuh, luckily I got this one cab. I was just on time. After a few minutes, Ereen came. She cried! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TEARS OF JOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were stupid, as the second Ereen came, they all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ravaged all the chickens first.&lt;/span&gt; I was having fun and all, laughing and snapping pictures, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a text message;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Adik, Congrattss! You got SBPI Gombak! The results are in, just wait for the official letter" Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, Whaaaaaat? Why so soon?! Great! Now there's two people leaving. Everyone kept saying congratulations, but I felt like I want to cry. Thank you for bursting my bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the little farewell party, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the real party starts at Seri Maya.&lt;/span&gt; I went to Seri Maya first with Zuhair and Kamil. Then came the others. There were so many of us, so many! (Somehow Haidar's camera doesn't have my picture!) But my head kept thinking about the stupid boarding school so I headed home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad leaving Ereen there. So&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I don't care.&lt;/span&gt; It was 7.45 pm and I called Ereen;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm at Nini's" Ereen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I'm coming now! I don't care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scooter was at the workshop so I took my GTR wearing my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hideous Bandung T-Shirt &lt;/span&gt;and sped off to Nini's. I hung out there with them. Gossiping and laughing. I felt so peaceful. Later at that night around 11.30, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there's a conflict.&lt;/span&gt; Serious conflict. Well well, it seems no one knows except for Emilia, Nini, Yud, Ereen and Bayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras, especially for Ereen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1gxMF36lEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4Zwb1koLg88/s1600-h/l_973343ae30aa4714bbf9a0e250c79d37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1gxMF36lEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4Zwb1koLg88/s400/l_973343ae30aa4714bbf9a0e250c79d37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429143434600027202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ereen on the left with Yazmira, somehow I didn't have any pictures with her ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ereen, take care over there. Don't be naughty or whatsoever. Don't worry, there a really big chance I'm going to move there soon. We can say hi everyday or even better, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll wake up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy&lt;/span&gt; and open the windows and say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mornin' Ereen Faris!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4955596750567361006?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4955596750567361006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-is-going-to-be-always-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4955596750567361006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4955596750567361006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-is-going-to-be-always-here.html' title='E is Going To Be Always Here'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S1gx7aL_UYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/pTRKQZ9Bqno/s72-c/Birthday_Surprise_by_kimuraryuuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1541934418636150065</id><published>2010-01-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:49:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk and Figure It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S08sijU0TFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RuqptEDUAzY/s1600-h/e066354b2c285bb509243e6d896bdfb0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I don’t know why. I was sitting at the place where we all usually hang out before going into class. Here comes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rohana, &lt;/span&gt;our discipline teacher, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blowing her whistle and asking us to move like a herd of cows.&lt;/span&gt; That’s just plain great. I got into my class and as my routine I went to Zuhair’s class just to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say Hi to him &lt;/span&gt;even if I know his response will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Go away&lt;/span&gt;” or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“What’s your problem woman?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Zuhair, you’re full of surprises (EWW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, my class finished at 2 pm! I need to go to Kasturi to register because I still haven’t registered yet. So I called Farid, he’s still in school, he’ll be out at 2.30. The bus came at 2.20! Oh god. I rushed all the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Majid Jamek.&lt;/span&gt; Oh there’s Farid. Then I met Amal, she was going to her Grandma’s hou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se (aww) Farid and I headed to Pasar Seni and finally registered ourselves. The receptionist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was harsh on Farid.&lt;/span&gt; I laughed, haha because the receptionist was nice to me, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Saufi (my boss) called. I answered and he was playing around at first. He said the money is in! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are getting our paychecks!&lt;/span&gt; Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Jimal called to bring along Farid to school. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He misses Farid alott (Such gaylords) &lt;/span&gt;We got back to Wangsa Maju and went to Oldtown at Jaya Jusco while waiting for Jimal to arrive to school. Half an hour after that, we went to my school. Finally, we walked to school and there was Jimal. I saw his so so eager face when he saw Farid and hugged him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Wow, they do sound like gays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Well, well, here’s comes the VI boy to Melawati!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to Urban but made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quick stop at Zuhair’s&lt;/span&gt; to pick him up to go to Urban too. There’s football there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farid was tempted&lt;/span&gt; looking at the game. But he was wearing his uniform, he can’t play. After that, Farid and I took a cab. I dropped Farid off and then went home. On the way home, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the cab driver was very friendly&lt;/span&gt;. He said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“Your English is very good”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;“Hah? Ye ke?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Yes Sarah, he just compliment on your English and you replied in Malay -,-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meant, it’s very rare to watch malay students speaking English. He prefers English to be corporated everyday as our easy language. He was very friendly and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he gave me discounts for the fare. &lt;/span&gt;Aww, that’s so nice of him! I got out of the cab and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;“Hope to see you soon”&lt;/span&gt; he replied &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“Insya- Allah”&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he’s Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He rode off. 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Get outta of this school Sarah. But no, I love my friends. But however, some of us are going to transfer out soon. Man, I hate goodbyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; In my class, well I kept picking on Christopher because it’s just fun picking on him. He’s just my little dog. Or is he my bitch? Your pick Chrissytopher. At first I didn’t completely understand Physics, but after a few lessons; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“WOW, just like peanuts!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“GUYS! Mohana is coming! No EST! We al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l can go home early today! Let’s dance!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I was like, oh god I beg you, please don’t this be a rumour. I’ll be good, please. It’s really true, Mohana’s not coming. Man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept like a baby&lt;/span&gt; during her period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Jimal was sulking with me because I said I might not come to Sri Maya today. I took a piece of paper and wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Ilhami Shariman Bin Shukor’ repeatedly, followed by ‘Jimby’ followed by ‘Jumpa Kader at 3pm’ and lastly ‘I’m sorry’.&lt;/span&gt; All repeatedly (Haih, you better appreciate it Jimal) I made it more like an envelope so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the address was;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.? Near Ed’s house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jalan? Wangsa Maju,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; 68100, Ampang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (I didn’t know his address)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Around 3, I asked Adam to drop me off at Zuhair because I’m going to Maya with him. Don and Fahmi joined us. My goodness, both of them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cracked me up like hell.&lt;/span&gt; I can’t stop laughing. The best part, Jimal texted “I can’t come to Maya, I’ve errands to do, sorry” I was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeayyyyyy (not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Then came Naim. He’s new from Sri Gombak. He showed us this game called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asassin&lt;/span&gt;. The game was hilarious. Maybe I’ll post on my other blog how the game works. The game was so funny and we were making hell of a noise. Unti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;l the manager personally had to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shut our pie holes up. &lt;/span&gt;We head home around 6.30 pm and I took my motor and had my dinner somewhere around J until 8 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S08nao0lzCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/O39b3UuPuuA/s1600-h/stranded_by_leipre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S08nao0lzCI/AAAAAAAAAXg/O39b3UuPuuA/s400/stranded_by_leipre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426599414592818210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Should you ignore someone who's trying to pick themselves up and get back on the right game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-3303749213040448007?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3303749213040448007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tell-me-youre-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3303749213040448007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3303749213040448007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tell-me-youre-on.html' title='Tell Me You&apos;re On'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S08naxmZp-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/_5igJgetan0/s72-c/Card_Playing_2_by_Yuphrum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7180711720196287402</id><published>2010-01-06T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:04:15.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Announce to Rule The Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SkeaCVBwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nQzcaaPDxlg/s1600-h/kgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SkeaCVBwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nQzcaaPDxlg/s400/kgv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423640693553039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I woke up at 6 as I snoozed my alarm for 15 minutes. I got to school and yes we had assembly on Wednesday because it's been raining on Monday and Tuesday. Well today was a bit &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spiced up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Faqrull Imran had tranfer to 4 Waja, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been bugging Christopher&lt;/span&gt; the whole time. Yeayyyy. Iskandar came into my class;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, my mum's trying to get me into King George V" Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Hah?! What's that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Boarding school, in Seremban"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Oh my god! That is so cool. The school's name is so handsome, just like Victoria Institution"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited and I decided to jot down a couple of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'King George V' on my palm&lt;/span&gt;. So I share my excitement with Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"CHRISST! I'm going to a boarding school here! *showing my palm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAHAHA, you're going into that school? (sarcastically)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Yeahhh, why? You think I can't get myself in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;here huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAHAHAHA, suit yourself Sarah. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Damn it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked me to pull the table towards the middle and my table came nearer to Chris. I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Heyyy Chris, I'm gonna sit here everyday, next to you, talk to you and bugging you until I'm 17! Yeayy. But unfortunately I'm gonna go to KGV (it's just my fantasy)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh mannn no! Okay Sarah, go to KGV, go to KGV soon and hurry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(So technically KGV is not a boardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ng school, it's a Cluster school like VI. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out KGV's website!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SlWKIEScI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xd9lWXwMVKk/s1600-h/zuhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SlWKIEScI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xd9lWXwMVKk/s400/zuhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423641651354814914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh it's recess! As usual, Zuhair's routine,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bullying me until I cried for mercy&lt;/span&gt;. His work is accompanied by Edreen, Jimal, Faaidz and Ddee. Again, he pulled my hand to the back as if he wanted to broke my arms and push me to bend over the bench. Faaidz and Jimal flicked my legs! I shouted and they released me. Then I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Is that best you got?"&lt;/span&gt; And you get my next point. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I RAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikri came saying there's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spotcheck goi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ng on!&lt;/span&gt; I hid my phone. Phew, for now. The teacher came in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Okay, pull out your handphones, make ups, cigarettes or other restricted items now before we head over to check your bags"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my perfume and Sunsilk conditioner because I'm going to Kasturi after this. You ain't getting my Lancome. Suddenly, oh shoot! Shahriel gave my other phone today and how convenient that's the spotcheck is today. Greattt. I don't know what I was thinking so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I handed over the other phone.&lt;/span&gt; It's was my most stupid mistake because the teacher &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;didn't check the bag at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After EST, I went straight to the counseling room. I searched for the teacher who confiscated my phone. I told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"TEACHER! My friend gave me that phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;today! You can't blame me for that. I didn't bring a phone today (yeah right). Here, check my bag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yes I know I know, I believe you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"(Woah, he believed me, hehe)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the negotiation, he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"What's that on your neck ey?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Okay teacher, I know you're thinking it's a lovebite but no. I got bit by bedbugs, see *swoing my arms"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Haha, okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SixoWqECI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5GRu3iav8Cs/s1600-h/Back_In_School_by_IvAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SixoWqECI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5GRu3iav8Cs/s400/Back_In_School_by_IvAngel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423638824790659106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strip off your old skin and prepare to embrace for a new glow of strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-7180711720196287402?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7180711720196287402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-announce-to-rule-empire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7180711720196287402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7180711720196287402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-announce-to-rule-empire.html' title='I Announce to Rule The Empire'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0SkeaCVBwI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nQzcaaPDxlg/s72-c/kgv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6719493543962942941</id><published>2010-01-05T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:22:58.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Take Your Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0NY4GqguNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/DhJ2VaRH-uo/s1600-h/school_girl_by_photosmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0NY4GqguNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/DhJ2VaRH-uo/s400/school_girl_by_photosmile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423276097169045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how was your first day at school?&lt;/span&gt; that's my favourite phrase to Zuhair every year when school starts. We'll both laugh about it, HAHA, it's an inside thing. For the first time, I'm not in the same class with Zuhair this year since we were 8 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the first class, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Maju.&lt;/span&gt; Oh god, with all the brainiacs? I have to compete with them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those insane geniuses! &lt;/span&gt;I can bet I'll be on the bottom of the list on every test. Yeayyyyy -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, on the first day of school, it was more like a reunion,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lots of screaming and hugging&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Technically, I'm getting very forgetful now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hall. Wow, Rara did red highlights like WOAH. But of course, the teacher was being so uncool. Hey red is in teachers! Poor Rara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, I applied for 4 Efektif. The teacher was calling the names of 4 Maju's student. And then the teacher called out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Saraaaaa..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Sara Yeow"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I am so relieved!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Next, Sarah Hanes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (YES! there goes my hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Rara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my friends laughed&lt;/span&gt; when I was walking to line up. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into my class and I was feeling like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jet-lag.&lt;/span&gt; I went from class after class. Some love their class and some hate their class, like so much. Most of us are in 4 Tekun and 4 Waja. Lucky you guys. On the first day I have Physics homework. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How cool is my class?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (Kill me)&lt;/span&gt; Mostly I spare my time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first time learning Physics, my reaction was most likely- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATTAFAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bullied by Zuhair, Jimal, Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reen, Imraan and Faqrull Imran&lt;/span&gt; like all the time. Usually it will start when I'll talk to Zuhair and he decided to pull my hand all the way back, he was trying to break my hands. But mannnn, he was to weak to do. Sorry Zuhair. Jimal also, he tapped my head! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you find tapping heads is funny?&lt;/span&gt; I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tepuk kepala" not "Sepak kepala"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0NY3_ufGtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8MGR7hiYqIo/s1600-h/baade4e10084bf260a83dea0e3447580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0NY3_ufGtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/8MGR7hiYqIo/s400/baade4e10084bf260a83dea0e3447580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423276095306668754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the world is spinning round, I try to spin mine the other way around and colour it up. Wouldn't that be something?&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/4211087971377154054-6719493543962942941?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6719493543962942941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/imma-take-your-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6719493543962942941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6719493543962942941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/imma-take-your-spirit.html' title='Imma Take Your Spirit'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/S0NY4GqguNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/DhJ2VaRH-uo/s72-c/school_girl_by_photosmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5239225343581054420</id><published>2010-01-01T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:30:41.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Are Shaking Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sz4TqsHTEuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sMt50a-8WXc/s1600-h/new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sz4TqsHTEuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sMt50a-8WXc/s400/new+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421792625517859554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah Yeah everyone's been buzzing around with the 2010. Well of course;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! IT'S 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't talk much now. I've lying around the couch like a sack of potatoes since my scooter broke down.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (Oh I hate you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarize what I've been throughout the year so bare with me here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I almost got kill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was a victim of a pett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y theft, TWICE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've through break ups&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I cried a lott over stupid pranks thanks to Imraan and Edreen and others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I finished PMR (Phew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I got my M.A.C!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Cheers man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course there's a whole lot more, because it's just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too scandalous to tell *grr&lt;/span&gt; Let some things be left mystery. Ain't that right fellas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my blog will bounce back&lt;/span&gt; during this school days because there, my activities wiill be back on track babeh! And I don't have to take any big test this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you today a whole lot about my sister. I don't know, I've been sticking with her lately (eww)&lt;br /&gt;Even though she treated me like a slave, and the weird thing is, I followed her words. That's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plain stupid Sarah.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Nadia's having a New Year's Eve Party. Mannn I wanted to go. But cab drivers wanted to celebrate too, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isn't that right lover boy?&lt;/span&gt; So i had to follow my mum to the playground for a celebration with all the neighbours. To me, it's the celebration of the old peoples. Luckily Adam was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister planned to go to Andalus with me later that night. Well of course, I didn't put my hopes too high because I know, somehow, it's not gonna happen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello it's Nissa.&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. And dude, I was right, then Aisyah asked her to go to Putrajaya. Yeayyyyy -,- My sister invited me too, but I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What the fuck? I'm not gonna hang out with your friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I went to Adam's house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played games, gossiped like girls, played guitar and watching youtube.&lt;/span&gt; Then we went out to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sz4SpKd-hoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EJ-Bu8Jepps/s1600-h/01012010%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sz4SpKd-hoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/EJ-Bu8Jepps/s400/01012010%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421791499794679426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all went to McD and then head to Ampang Putri because my sister's gum was bleeding continuously and my mum said that's one of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leukemia's symptoms.&lt;/span&gt; Well, my sister was pressured enough. My sister's going back to her University in Kuala Pilah. Damn it. No, it's just, she's bringing her hairdryer with her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-5239225343581054420?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5239225343581054420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/hands-are-shaking-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5239225343581054420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5239225343581054420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/hands-are-shaking-cold.html' title='Hands Are Shaking Cold'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sz4TqsHTEuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sMt50a-8WXc/s72-c/new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4077460277487100215</id><published>2009-12-25T20:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:37:23.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute One of A Kind Flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SzS8gaFuQcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TBo44yTPfsQ/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419163516578709954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SzS8gaFuQcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TBo44yTPfsQ/s400/asd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, the &lt;strong&gt;PMR results came out.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh god everyone was so anxious and nervous about it. &lt;strong&gt;I felt like I wanted to hide in the fridge.&lt;/strong&gt; But no, I didn't hide, don't worry. The real issue was, "What should we wear to school?" Everyone kept calling and texting what should they wear because some said school uniforms and some said just about anything. I was like "OH GOD! which one?!" Finally, I decided to wear the school uniform and lucky me, students who wore uniforms will get their results first. (Yippie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for the results, oh yes, every calls and every texts came in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How much did you get?"&lt;br /&gt;"How many A's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hold on! I still didn't get my results. I can't wait any longer, I went straight to the table where my form teacher was holding the results. Zuhair was next to me, begging to take his results because he wasn't wearing a uniform. As the teacher slide out my results, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Zuhair's eager face and I turned back, my friends were screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OH THANK GOD!"&lt;/span&gt; My results turned out very well. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was late and she was on her way. So I decided to &lt;strong&gt;surprise her.&lt;/strong&gt; She got to my school. I walked towards her making a &lt;strong&gt;I-Got-A-Very-Bad-Result face.&lt;/strong&gt; She was very stresses-out looking at me. I tried so hard not to laugh, so I covered up my face with the slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"How was it Sarah?! Oh god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hmm, look for yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then she jumped and hugged and kissed me like &lt;strong&gt;I was just born at the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, My mum and two of my uncles went to KLCC. Ah yes, it's time to demand my present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Mama! I want to go to M.A.C!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Alrightt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I'm gonna get M.A.C. I'm gonna get M.A.C. I'm gonna get M.A.C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and this guy named &lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt; (cute name isn't it?) assists me. He was very nice. I wanted to buy the 88 matte pallete but he said there's only 15 pallete? Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"How much is for the 15 pro pallete?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, one colour is RM58 times by 15 and the pallete is RM55 so total is- RM925"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart failed for a second, and and then back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to take only 6 colours first. Also I bought one blender brush. Then, I got a free make up service but I was wearing my make-up so why not just make-up my sister.&lt;br /&gt;And the results, turned out beautiful! Of course. I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Wow, Nissa's first time wearing make-up, haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum paid for the make-ups and my mum asked for Apple's card. Then my mum said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Apple is just a nickname right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Haha, yeahh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"So your real name is? Orange?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Maaaa, stop it -,-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my current mission- Complete my first pallete and start continue my colour collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419164426240150498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SzS9VW16S-I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MTJzdQHY_n8/s400/25122009(001).jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419164699721771874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SzS9lRpAq2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/e14-er2TT5g/s400/25122009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4211087971377154054-4077460277487100215?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4077460277487100215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/12/absolute-one-of-kind-flaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4077460277487100215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4077460277487100215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/12/absolute-one-of-kind-flaw.html' title='Absolute One of A Kind Flaw'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SzS8gaFuQcI/AAAAAAAAAWI/TBo44yTPfsQ/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2539432848533014518</id><published>2009-12-16T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:24:16.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No You Didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Syjf1bLEn8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WmtgHuQZHxE/s1600-h/Criminal_by_RobbyP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415824660833279938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Syjf1bLEn8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WmtgHuQZHxE/s400/Criminal_by_RobbyP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH. Finally I have the guts to get back to blog. Stupid Sarah. Hey,&lt;strong&gt; double 'S', Stupid Sarah.&lt;/strong&gt; That's just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last couple of days, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was a victim of a petty theft (again)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my face looks like &lt;strong&gt;"Hey I'm a weak girl, come snatch my bag!"?&lt;/strong&gt; No worries, I cursed hard on those thiefs that they'll die of accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to go to work, and as usual, I always go to Zuhairs' first and then we'll wait for the bus. I was wearing my heels &lt;strong&gt;(I picked the wrong day to wear my heels)&lt;/strong&gt; I was walking and there's two guys on a motorbike on the other side of the road saw me. I was like "Oh great, walk faster Sarah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in front of Zuhairs' house and shit those guys U-turned and head towards me. I was walking on the grass and my heels were unstable (That's just great) They got near me, and one of them got off the bike a walk towards me and &lt;strong&gt;attacked me.&lt;/strong&gt; I shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my laptop and that was my sister's Topshop bag! &lt;strong&gt;No way you're getting this&lt;/strong&gt; you dumbass. I was holding my bag tightly. He pulled the bag, and I pulled it again. He reached out like a &lt;strong&gt;knife or a block of wood&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm not sure) He hit me. I hit him back. HAHAHA! Luckily, Zuhair's mum got out and shouted. Those two dumb fools ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guys, there's two of you and you didn't even get to snatch my bag, evenmore, you have a weapon and I have, HEELS! They &lt;strong&gt;ripped my sister's bag. SHIT!&lt;/strong&gt; What am I going to say to my sister?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the story continues when Zuhair's mum told a few of her neighbours passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll blog more later! Loads more to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415808041077301986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SyjQuBwd4uI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RLn0nSVKPTg/s400/Laughing_down_the_road_by_emiliebeck.jpg" /&gt;We have our different routes and I have chosen mine. Be independent and start enjoy living. Build for a better life and laughs all the way. Banish all those cage like life and I can see you're changing and you'll love it. &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/4211087971377154054-2539432848533014518?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2539432848533014518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-no-you-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2539432848533014518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2539432848533014518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-no-you-didnt.html' title='Oh No You Didn&apos;t'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Syjf1bLEn8I/AAAAAAAAAVo/WmtgHuQZHxE/s72-c/Criminal_by_RobbyP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-9099751201645363717</id><published>2009-12-02T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:40:45.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Away To Reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SxumEkl2vfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/H5cMd-2BFOk/s1600-h/I_alone_by_vejitatoja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101974687923698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SxumEkl2vfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/H5cMd-2BFOk/s400/I_alone_by_vejitatoja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't have the time. Well nowadays I started to sleep around 4 and woke up at 7. Wow, isn't that great? Here come the eyebags. This is all because of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-flashback-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Sarah, do you want to work with me? With my dad's friend" Jimal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Woah, okay, since I'm broke now, so why not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said YES&lt;/strong&gt;, so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been abandoning my blogspot, I'm sorry. It's been a heck of a week for me. I'm turning into an early riser now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn it Sarah, manage your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought &lt;strong&gt;1 heels, 1 jacket (that I always wanted), 1 top and 1 waistbelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I forgot where I got the money from, I know, that's stupid right? I just can't help it. The urge to shop is very powerful. Evenmore, SALE is here. Why can't they do SALE during my wealthy time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, &lt;strong&gt;what do you do when you have a lot of money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farid;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"When I have a lot of money, I would..." Farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"(Cars? Hookers? Pool? Mansion? Private yatch? Duhh, he's a guy)" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm gonna build a bulletproof shower!"&lt;/strong&gt; Farid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"HAH?! What for?" Me, Jimal and Zuhair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Well, I don't want to get shot when I'm taking my bath. I don't want my body to be discovered naked! It's like ew" Farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Wow, I don't know you think that far far ahead -.-" Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my time doing work. &lt;strong&gt;Does it sounds pathetic to you?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh god, kill me now. But usually after work I went to KLCC or Pavillion for window shopping, and sometimes I'm lucky, I went straight shopping. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, on my way to KL. I was wearing like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 4 inch pointy heels&lt;/span&gt; to KL. I was holding the handlers but the thing kept moving. So one time, the train was moving suddenly and the handle moved and &lt;strong&gt;I stepped on the chinese womans' foot!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh god, I apologized like a million times. Her foot was turning blue-black. All Zuhair did was &lt;strong&gt;laugh laugh laugh&lt;/strong&gt; and told Farid and they both laughed about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I head to Sri Maya. well, I'll make my time there.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Iskandar just got back from Bandung, Indonesia. He said the stewardess was kinda like repulsive because &lt;strong&gt;she had a moustache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Scooter, can you live for me please? LIVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412100583589446738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SxukzmWIhFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/94OsbNHUuaU/s400/Wake_up____by_heterandria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;COME ON, MOVE IT 10 YEARS AHEAD! NOW! Because I really have to settle on a new era. Take control of everything and build your own happiness instead of stealing one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-9099751201645363717?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/9099751201645363717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/12/miles-away-to-reach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9099751201645363717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9099751201645363717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/12/miles-away-to-reach.html' title='Miles Away To Reach'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SxumEkl2vfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/H5cMd-2BFOk/s72-c/I_alone_by_vejitatoja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4221239687644156078</id><published>2009-11-23T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:43:30.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think She's Serious</title><content type='html'>WOAH, here I am again. It's been a heck of a week for me. &lt;strong&gt;Too much to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21st November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Iskandar's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got a text from Imraan that he's planning to throw a surprise party for him. &lt;strong&gt;(well, he didn't plan mine, screw you)&lt;/strong&gt; It was cute we had to eat Nasi lemak on his birthday. Well yeah, it was 8 in the morning. I got out of the house and picked shahriel up. I was so scared that my scooter was making a whole lot of noise in front of Is's house, including his neighbour's dog kept barking on anyone who walked in &lt;strong&gt;*Shut up you dumbfuck, it's Is's birthday, don't you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8bc1d22447d89e2c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bc1d22447d89e2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DA6199341A02BBA447BFED39B71B32ADF6C445A.420506F4A9436AF5A2C0F89CFC80603012B90D96%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bc1d22447d89e2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaduVdX0vBxcg8oPmJN9FgJLn_KE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bc1d22447d89e2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DA6199341A02BBA447BFED39B71B32ADF6C445A.420506F4A9436AF5A2C0F89CFC80603012B90D96%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bc1d22447d89e2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaduVdX0vBxcg8oPmJN9FgJLn_KE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his wake up face. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh-So-Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We played twister. I was up against Shahriel, Yud and Pecal. We did get tangled up in a &lt;strong&gt;weird sexual situation&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Sarah, I'm coming to your house around, err, 11 aite?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was 11.30 and &lt;strong&gt;here comes the Drama Queen Herself.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to show her, err, hmm, friend the way out. At night! With my jammys on. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's routine when Lola came, &lt;strong&gt;I'll sleep down the floor.&lt;/strong&gt; She'll conquer the bed and there's nothing you can do, trust me. I raid her bag and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOD! M.A.C EYESHADOWS!&lt;/span&gt; My heaven night started and played with all the colours. &lt;strong&gt;My beautiful pleasure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some pranked calls one of the is Shahriel but damn it, he knew it! Then, &lt;strong&gt;gossiping,&lt;/strong&gt; of course, us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Sarah! Head to Sri Maya at 3!" Jimal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm so lazyy. But since Lola forced me, yeah I've to bring her. She thought that place was like a low class mamak stall something like that. Well her eyes were &lt;strong&gt;bigger than the sun&lt;/strong&gt; when she saw the place and she's loving it. Well it seems I don't have to go all the way to Subang to meet her. She'll run down here often for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407297349868992626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SwqUSmXaOHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ktQd4Nd3igI/s400/Fashion_is_funny_by_Jolien_Rosanne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was Lola, Farid Zuhair and I. Jimal, Imran and Azrel came later. We had a blast and really enjoyed ourselves with stupid &lt;strong&gt;jokes and TEASING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, 23rd November 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407296514926258466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SwqTh_9jKSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IaGj636AYn0/s400/rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"WEH! Sri Maya Sri Maya!" Jimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN?! &lt;/strong&gt;Okay okay, i'll come. I got there around 4.30 and Ed's back from Indonesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Pa kabar ya buk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was Lola, Dora, Iylia, Shahriel, Zuhair, Faaidz, Jimal, Ed, Armand, Namira, Nadira and I &lt;strong&gt;(See, I told you Lola's gonna be here often)&lt;/strong&gt; I was looking for Shahriel and he said he'll be right over. Then he came with Ed and Armand, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roses for me saying he's sorry.&lt;/span&gt; Awww, I forgive you. Again, we did the same thing there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home at 6 and decided to grab a bite.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; My scooter went dead at a traffic light&lt;/span&gt; but luckily it works after the second time I turned on the ignition. I parked my scooter and then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Eh, My little sister"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yeah, she asked me to treat her some food. Fine. Then, I wanted to go home and YES! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My scooter was totally dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've to kick-start a few times. Phew, I managed to get myself out of there. &lt;strong&gt;Let's cry for a new scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I'm going to see Pisau Cukur tomorrow (Yes, I know I'm lame) Any followers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4221239687644156078?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4221239687644156078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-shes-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4221239687644156078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4221239687644156078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-shes-serious.html' title='I Think She&apos;s Serious'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SwqUSmXaOHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ktQd4Nd3igI/s72-c/Fashion_is_funny_by_Jolien_Rosanne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6316315055454727376</id><published>2009-11-15T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:00:23.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Overpowering Fame</title><content type='html'>I had only &lt;strong&gt;one hour sleep &lt;/strong&gt;today. Then I woke up at 7 and went to Wangsa maju to see Jimal. I've to take some stuff. &lt;strong&gt;That sounds just divine right? *not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then Nini called and she was talking. Of course she was talking. But I was like "err, hmm ok yeah" I was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404343701536317122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SwAV9o4xHsI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6wextUXwS0k/s400/Rush_by_justinblackphotos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping like a baby, and then, a text! &lt;strong&gt;(Ugh, I really can't take it when people disturb me when I'm asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Athira Ibrahim (Thank god it's Athirah, I wouldn't kill her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: Sarah, are you going to Nini's? She's making a barbeque for her birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: Oh really, I didn't get her message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: Oh she said she can't send it to you, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: Okay, when does it starts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A: 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Looking at my watch)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's 1.10! Oh godd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I reached there and it was fun. I had a really good laugh. Well of course, there's Imraan and Faaidz. We did scare Ali with Nini's cats because he's afraid of cats. He's did scream like a girl. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got home from her university. She has a 6 week break. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;N: SARAH! GET YOUR ASS UP THERE AND CLEAN UP YOUR STUFF IN MY ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Staring at her)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;N: What are you staring at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: It amazed me when you still have the energy to scold at me even when you just got home from your long trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;N: Just go up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I didn't do much today, but for sure I did do much of a sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404343702962488802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SwAV9uMyxeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rZYF3C--PpA/s400/she_want_it_but_he_not_by_LittleFlair.jpg" /&gt;Like in the movies, &lt;strong&gt;it's very cliche.&lt;/strong&gt; Where they're madly in love but they are forbidden to do so. The head feels very rushed and unsure and feeling like to stay static and watch what will happen. Try to solve it but it'll just takes deep in the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;heart core.&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/4211087971377154054-6316315055454727376?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6316315055454727376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-overpowering-fame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6316315055454727376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6316315055454727376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-overpowering-fame.html' title='Just Like Overpowering Fame'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SwAV9o4xHsI/AAAAAAAAAU4/6wextUXwS0k/s72-c/Rush_by_justinblackphotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4994876293303120949</id><published>2009-11-14T00:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:16:16.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Bleeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am soo pissed!&lt;/span&gt; The video that I wanted to post is still corrupted no matter how many times I replaced it. &lt;strong&gt;Damn it motherfuckah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a volleyball tarining. Oh god, there goes the &lt;strong&gt;heartless sunburn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hitting happily on my skin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, yesterday I went to Pavi. &lt;strong&gt;Guys, 2012! 2012! 2012!&lt;/strong&gt; Premiere man! It was freaking awesome, tempted, energetic and the best. I think it topped Titanic? But Iylia and Imraan said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Nooo, Titanic made the record on the box office"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, on second thought, I watched Titanic and I never got bored and never fails to make me cry like a big baby. &lt;strong&gt;"You jump, I jump"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at 12.30 pm &lt;strong&gt;(yes I know it's early, but hey, it's 2012's premiere!) &lt;/strong&gt;We looked at the screening time and each screening time was &lt;strong&gt;SELLING FAST&lt;/strong&gt; and also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And don't get me started on the que. Guys guys, &lt;strong&gt;pray for our seats, pray now.&lt;/strong&gt; While Zuhair and Farid stand by the line, Armand and I went for lunch and met Iskandar, Farouq and Imraan there. I can't eat because Imraan kept making jokes that was making me &lt;strong&gt;choke on my food&lt;/strong&gt; and spray my drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Don't stop, make it pop DJ blow my speakers up. Tonight Imma fight till we see the sunlight. Tik Tok on the clock but the party don't stop no. Woah-oh-oh. Woah-oh-oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zuhair called;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Z: Sarah, there's no ticket, every ticket has sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: What the fuck? Did you even check the 4pm screening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Z: Yeah, it's full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: Why didn't you take other movies like Pisau Cukur?&lt;/span&gt; (Hey, I heard that movie is not bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Guys, look at Sarah, she's all tense, haha" Iskandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Z: Haha, we got the tickets lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: (Thanks for giving me a heart attack for a second there bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403651552758996850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sv2gdRwwH3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/wFFVyCd5zdA/s400/Burger_King_by_Patricia_b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the others went to the foodcourt while Zuhair, Farid, Jim and I went to Burger King. We had a niceeeee laugh there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403670697762200338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sv2x3qdNmxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/R_kPFHZS6I0/s400/a_little_bit_raw_by_bibierdakiller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I don't feel your presence here more. Is this where it's going to fade and open brand new? Oh stop no! Stop there! Make everything straight and clear, stat! My head is spinning with bits of smile like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet hurricane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4994876293303120949?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4994876293303120949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-stop-bleeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4994876293303120949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4994876293303120949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-stop-bleeding.html' title='I Can&apos;t Stop Bleeding'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sv2gdRwwH3I/AAAAAAAAAUY/wFFVyCd5zdA/s72-c/Burger_King_by_Patricia_b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3021241417242713301</id><published>2009-11-11T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:18:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvrVd7bhSCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I-R1rlYByNQ/s1600-h/SWEETEST_GOODBYE_by_NeslihanBAZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402865413130373154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvrVd7bhSCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I-R1rlYByNQ/s400/SWEETEST_GOODBYE_by_NeslihanBAZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was about to show you my adventure last two days but unfortunately my video mixer is playing sick. I'll try my best to post it. Today is the last day Ed's here in Malaysia. he's going to Indonesia tomorrow. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm gonna miss you Ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raja Intan Arifah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I: I think this teacher has a stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: Huh? Why so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I: I don't know, look at his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: What's with his head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I: It's like that, I mean like that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(trying to understand her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. Whatever it is, I'm sure he has history of a stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S: Yeah sure Intan, he had a stroke by looking at his head -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to Sri Maya, oh and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;there's Dora!&lt;/span&gt; It's been a longgggg time since the last time I saw her. Oh and apparently &lt;strong&gt;we conquered&lt;/strong&gt; De Ja Vu Restaurant by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, much more surprises! Oh great! And tomorrow, 2012! I'm looking for the &lt;strong&gt;perfect biker jacket and loose tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402865407840002130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvrVdnuMoFI/AAAAAAAAAUA/46y2qtJS_70/s400/i_wanna_rock_n_roll_all_night_by_infernosam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Get crunk all night long. Where we fight till the sun rise and adrenalin flows through our body. Craving for the endless all around to fill the empty where the heart pounds and beats faster. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's nothing more to ask with the fake lights.&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/4211087971377154054-3021241417242713301?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3021241417242713301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3021241417242713301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3021241417242713301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-you-down.html' title='Shut You Down'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvrVd7bhSCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I-R1rlYByNQ/s72-c/SWEETEST_GOODBYE_by_NeslihanBAZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6833945589827308248</id><published>2009-11-09T00:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:25:21.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Speck of Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr1Rl_eYqDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr1Rl_eYqDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift got pranked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Poor Taylor, everything is on her, including the kanye West thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much today, just went out to this &lt;strong&gt;bloody jeans alteration.&lt;/strong&gt; Well yeah they said it'll be done in an hour and a half. But we got there 3 hours later and still not done! &lt;strong&gt;Can I sue them?&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah okay, I'll sue them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this Chinese Muslim restaurant, oh great and there's bunch of people we know there. Okay Sarah, you got your rest today and tomorrow you have a full plan ahead. Choose either one, and take your scooter to the workshop fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401782216049843650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Svb8Tj2sXcI/AAAAAAAAATw/vpsyyxI5Ie0/s400/Istanbul_Not_Constantinople_6_by_hakanphotography.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 86px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401782851763595794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Svb84kEqahI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KoIn-0oefK4/s400/paint+pot.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has it's own in common. Just like make-ups, cooking and music. Everything is applied with an experiment&lt;strong&gt; from the heart and some inspiration.&lt;/strong&gt; The right potion and the right ingredients and voila, Perfection. Every ahievement makes you like a hurricane, it's extraordinary. &lt;strong&gt;Go, go and go more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; I look at you as you are the answer to my prayers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6833945589827308248?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6833945589827308248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-speck-of-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6833945589827308248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6833945589827308248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-speck-of-lies.html' title='All the Speck of Lies'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Svb8Tj2sXcI/AAAAAAAAATw/vpsyyxI5Ie0/s72-c/Istanbul_Not_Constantinople_6_by_hakanphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4140048754822497584</id><published>2009-11-07T00:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:32:12.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express It Up High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiu2DMPWCto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiu2DMPWCto&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shila- Through My Window (TM Ad)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this video at those myspace ads. I heard the song then I saw, "Shila?! As in Shila Malaysia?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that her voice?&lt;/strong&gt; Got me thinking though. But the song is nice. Very catchy and she looks so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401043931710441314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvRc1wXhR2I/AAAAAAAAATo/-OsApU1t6TI/s400/In_the_making_by_vejitatoja.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Can I make you up? I need to realease my stress and this thing works, effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it with you. Again you're trusting someone else instead of me. Then all I said is useless. There's no point telling you my day. Holding my tears wishing I could turn back time. I know you won't see me the same because you only see on the outside. Should I leave for the burden I've done to you? Nobody listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s; Wake up next to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4140048754822497584?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4140048754822497584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/express-it-up-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4140048754822497584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4140048754822497584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/express-it-up-high.html' title='Express It Up High'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvRc1wXhR2I/AAAAAAAAATo/-OsApU1t6TI/s72-c/In_the_making_by_vejitatoja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6743550601055024421</id><published>2009-11-06T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:19:20.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400666436421928162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvMFgo1NxOI/AAAAAAAAATg/w5JFOp-yV4U/s400/Maxfactor_fashion__by_AgnesVita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll be doing them. And all hail Sarah Hanes for her artwork. The face artwork. Most of people are insane for fashion but I am truly insane for make-ups. It's in my blood. Oh god! Give me the whole set of MAC and I'll never leave home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6743550601055024421?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6743550601055024421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/dash-here-and-tone-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6743550601055024421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6743550601055024421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/dash-here-and-tone-there.html' title='Make Me Beautiful'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvMFgo1NxOI/AAAAAAAAATg/w5JFOp-yV4U/s72-c/Maxfactor_fashion__by_AgnesVita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2199956049052385311</id><published>2009-11-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:03:04.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Just Wants You</title><content type='html'>Monday, 2nd November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“Sarah! I can see your CURVE”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Oh okay Iskandar, I’ll come by your house at 11 am”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to brought my laptop too because Iskandar said so. Edreen, Is and I were jet set to go but &lt;strong&gt;Imraan was &lt;em&gt;“fashionably late”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That gay bastard. I know when there’s Imraan, you &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;WILL laugh.&lt;/span&gt; It’s compulsory. You’ll never go dull.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Ikea, and the guys were so excited with the Meatballs. It was so goooood! Then we walked over through the showrooms, &lt;em&gt;snapping pictures like we were tourist from Japan.&lt;/em&gt; We jumped to the Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Is, Laundry!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“Well the usual place Sarah, HAHA”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt; Iskandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“HAHA, lame-ass”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;“Get drunk! Get drunk! Get drunk!” Imraan&lt;/span&gt;The concourse level was empty at the Curve. Imraan walked in and suddenly said &lt;strong&gt;OPEN SHUFFLE LAH! SHUFFLE PONDAN DARIPADA IJAM!&lt;/strong&gt; God! &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;I burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt; Iskandar’s sister had finished at the gym then we head to OU. Eh, I met Sarah Sri Aman. Oh and I found &lt;strong&gt;the perfect biker-like jacket.&lt;/strong&gt; I need 200 bucks. &lt;strong&gt;Can you give me that?&lt;/strong&gt; What about you over there? You mister? Miss? Or this lovely Grandma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400500061343799922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJuMVXfWnI/AAAAAAAAATY/lMDX6gUMgKc/s400/drink__drink__drink_by_MillieSuxxx.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;At Starbucks;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Err, give me one Frapuccino Chocolate (I think) please”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;“I’m sorry miss, we’re currently experiencing some water problems”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Guys, there’s some complications with the water here”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“He’s just testing you, see! His washing his hands. With water!” Imraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“-,- Come let’s goo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 3rd November 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes finally, no plans! I’ll get to relax and sleep all day long. With Ereen to accompany me throughout the day. But not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;‘…Come join the party, into Celebration. Let’s get it started, no more hesitation…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH! There's a text!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“Hey, come to Sri Maya at 3 pm. &lt;strong&gt;Erin’s going to be there&lt;/strong&gt; and she’s going back to Damansara tomorrow” Shahriel&lt;/span&gt;*Oh there goes my one day free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Yeah, I’ll be there”&lt;/span&gt;Hmm, I’m going to take a &lt;strong&gt;power nap&lt;/strong&gt; until 2 pm. (15 minutes after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400500057607605250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJuMHctjAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-bSqnv6_bJw/s400/On_the_Phone____by_Dissent_Is_Cool.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;‘…I wanna go around the world, but when I get there, but when I get there, I wanna go CRAZY! I wanna go!...’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who could be calling me now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“Sarah! Are you coming to Sri Maya?” Zuhair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Yeah, I’ll pick you up since Ereen has to go back at 1pm”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“Okay then”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“So that’s all you were going to say?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;“Yeah, why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;“Nothing. *whisper* Douchebag”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to service my scooter because it’s shaking when I ignite the engine. Then &lt;strong&gt;it became jumpy and shaky.&lt;/strong&gt; People were staring at me including the traffic police &lt;strong&gt;(hey, you just do your job)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400500049363557266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJuLovLW5I/AAAAAAAAATI/I3nX9ZNK5CQ/s400/Books_are_for_Throwing_by_Andross01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 277px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 393px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can take care of myself and stop looking after me can you? I’ve been very independent since I’ve been doing my thing, went everywhere and even earn money by myself. You just don’t see inside me and how I develop my life slowly and strategically with much responsible instead of you thinking the other way around. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Try to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2199956049052385311?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2199956049052385311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybody-just-wants-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2199956049052385311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2199956049052385311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/everybody-just-wants-you.html' title='Everybody Just Wants You'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJuMVXfWnI/AAAAAAAAATY/lMDX6gUMgKc/s72-c/drink__drink__drink_by_MillieSuxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7295520212606427018</id><published>2009-10-31T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:23:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up the Game Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Satuday, 31st October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400482660148355378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJeXc3MoTI/AAAAAAAAATA/FsqeWHcB5Fw/s400/77e54dbf00bf4f41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Urgh! &lt;strong&gt;I missed AAR’s concert.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I know people, it was awesome. But I had a fuss with Shahriel about the tickets and everything so I got fed up and decided to &lt;strong&gt;bolt.&lt;/strong&gt; Funny thing about the tickets. Shahriel and I were searching for a last minute AAR’s ticket concert. Shahriel browsed online and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; texted me right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Oh my God! You gotta call Keith Chong for the Aar tickets”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Why Keith?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“He’s the President of AAR’s fan club in Malaysia! Here, im looking at the website”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Wow, what a coincidence!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Keith! Do you have tickets for the AAR’s concert? I need two"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Oh Sarah! I was wondering how did you get my number. Wait, are you Sarah hanes from my school or do you know me from the website?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"It's Sarah Hanes from your school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Haha okey. Yeah I have the tickets but I’m selling them though. The ticket costs 40 bucks each but since I know you, I’ll just throw in for 25”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Keith, you are my life-saver!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, his good deeds didn’t really affects me. He’s a major AAR fan. He went to the Stadium at &lt;strong&gt;9 o’clock in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt; He also &lt;strong&gt;got called by Tyson Ritter on stage&lt;/strong&gt; with a whole bunch of kids, most of them are from my school &lt;strong&gt;*GO MELAWATI!&lt;/strong&gt; It was such a coincidence because Keith and I used to be good friends. HAHA, well done Keith.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t went to the concert but instead, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Hazriqs’ birthday party.&lt;/strong&gt; It was so fun! I had a really good laugh with them especially when there’s Imraan, Faaidz and Edreen. All of us went into his room and went online through Hazriq’s big flat screen TV &lt;strong&gt;*wow, everything was big and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Edreen, Mai, Iylia, Salwa and I went to NZ. Eds’ sister picked us up. I looked at my watch and it was &lt;strong&gt;12.03 am!&lt;/strong&gt; I spoke;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“Hey everyone! It’s past midnight! It’s Mai’s birthday!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *with a Happy Birthday song. We hung out and then came Shahriel and Jimal from the AAR. We got back at 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, 1st November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't do much today since we used all of our time sleeping till the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wow, it’s Mai’s birthday. Iylia and Mai slept over at my house. We planned for a breakfast at 8 but we woke up at 2 pm! Iylia went to KL so there’s only Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400482655013198258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJeXJu4WbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oIzLTh9Go0M/s400/car_jacking_by_MissLindseyLou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“MAI! Let’s go and eat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We got to Niara and Esyad joined us. The three of us were bored, &lt;strong&gt;*esyad’s bored? That’s weird.&lt;/strong&gt; I parked my scooter at my house and got into esyad’s car and we picked up Mai’s boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Okay! Where are we going?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“NO IDEA!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“Well sorry Sarah, it seems like we have to Shisha, Andalus!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There we played taiti non-stop and man, they were good! Not to mention I won a few times with them, my own seniors, haha. Oh shit, my dad called. Esyad! I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400482644787079362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJeWjoyKMI/AAAAAAAAASw/fytLKgtslI0/s400/7a881920c9e2b844f9245cc2bbc7f76e.jpg" /&gt;It hurts so much straight through my heart. I’m avoiding as I’m learning what revolves around me which makes me much more wiser and stronger. I have to lie to get your trust and cover my mistakes, please? Don’t think too much, be a more free-spirit. &lt;strong&gt;Then infinity is yours. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-7295520212606427018?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7295520212606427018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/step-up-game-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7295520212606427018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7295520212606427018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/11/step-up-game-now.html' title='Step Up the Game Now'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SvJeXc3MoTI/AAAAAAAAATA/FsqeWHcB5Fw/s72-c/77e54dbf00bf4f41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4398167785549516857</id><published>2009-10-30T14:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:14:16.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure In Suspense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, 29 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I did the usual thing, at the usual place with the usual people. I took my scooter and picked up Zuhair and went straight to Sri Maya. Okay, there's many people here, teenagers to be exact. Awkward. Oh thank god I found Nashuha and the gang. Oh then I met Sheikh and Megat. Then the rest of the group came in. A while after, Nabila came with Farid after watching Jennifer's Body&lt;strong&gt; *screw you guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is stupid. Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I feel like eating kuey teow, where can I find a good malay stall nearby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"NZ?" Farid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"NZ's mamak lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Well you should try to a Satay stall" Fazrul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"HAHAHAHA, I want kuey teow but you recommended me to go to a satay stall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Yeah, just go in there and order kuey teow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Dummy, it's clearly called a SATAY stall and you ordered kuey teow" Zuhair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zuhair, Farid and I- Burst out laughing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today 30 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398292902816604626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuqWyzHlYdI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZDdkbGp6zlg/s400/jwc_4343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, &lt;strong&gt;screw 31st October.&lt;/strong&gt; Every event has to be in one day. I've to attend my cousin's wedding in Ipoh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i'll be missing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- AAR's concert *I hate this I hate this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Rara's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hazriq's Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, luck is really on my side &lt;strong&gt;(NOT!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy after this I can assure that. I know, it's bored to hear the same thing from me over and over again. Yeah, I know, it's after PMR. But, I'll make my time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and everything is getting more messed up with gossips and mischiefs around us. You shouldn't know the rest. &lt;strong&gt;We are getting to our heads now, control yourself now everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398292898732449314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuqWyj52HiI/AAAAAAAAASg/VdoHCQjxwCw/s400/cdb66a2edbac39594c73a55fcd575fe6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me out here. The same thing revolves around me, and I'm breaking out of my shell. &lt;strong&gt;I'm suffocating.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no, it's because you're too caught up in the crowd.&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/4211087971377154054-4398167785549516857?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4398167785549516857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/measure-in-suspense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4398167785549516857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4398167785549516857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/measure-in-suspense.html' title='Measure In Suspense'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuqWyzHlYdI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZDdkbGp6zlg/s72-c/jwc_4343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4612254636244477873</id><published>2009-10-28T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:52:37.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Warfare</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about yesterday. Well I yesterday I was about to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;snatched by a couple of rempits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I don't understand, why do rempits have to exists?) Usually I'm a more &lt;strong&gt;care- less&lt;/strong&gt; person and I don't really care about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're- a- girl- and- it's- dangerous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; motto. I went over the line. But yestedays' experience made me a bit careful *just a bit. Well not so traumatic careful because my phone was actually at Shahriel's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on my scooter on our way to Setiawangsa or Oldtown. Then, shit! This two rempits were in front of me &lt;strong&gt;smiling about. &lt;/strong&gt;I was like so fucked up. I asked Shahriel to text Farid and Ed &lt;strong&gt;(my mistake actually)&lt;/strong&gt; The light was green and I sped off. I was about to turn right, I felt a &lt;strong&gt;sudden shake&lt;/strong&gt; and the rempits &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tried to snatch my phone&lt;/span&gt; from Shahriel but failed. HAHA, rookies! Luckily, Shahriel had a hard grip on it or I would be crying ten days and ten nights. So I didn't get so traumatic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, 28 October 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397670769376594706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Suhg93czixI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EF2PHB9fFIQ/s400/I_love_U_daddy_by_EleneleRaganele.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why, today has many connections with one another. Eh, don't get confused, don't hurt yourself. Hear me first then you'll say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ahhhh, now I get it (add a haha perhaps?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; fought with my dad&lt;/strong&gt; this morning because he refused to give me money, but no worries. I have my way. I went to see Papadom with Nash. Oh goddd, it's been so long since the last time I met her. It's very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ironic,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when his dad was like really loves her daughter and willing to do anything. I was like "Are you teasing me Afdlin? Tell me" Ok, coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back home, this two tourist couple approached me asking for directions to the train station. So I asked them to tag along since I'm going there anywhere. Surprisingly, they were very friendly. The girl looked vey chinese like. Like pure chinese. I asked where is he from (since he's a caucasian) He said Belrus, around southern Europe. I was "Ohhhhh" The girl was from Pinang actually &lt;strong&gt;(See, ironic. Papadom's hometown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Where can I find a 'goreng pisang'?" The girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Well it's a stall, it not at a fixed place, you find it anywhere actually"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What's a 'goreng pisang'?" The guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"You never had a goreng pisang before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Well' what's a goreng pisang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"It's like a fried banana covered with flour and stuff"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about species of bananas, sports, shopping, KL. I was like their travel agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and watched Nemo. Again, about his dad journey to find his son. I mean like &lt;strong&gt;"Come on! Really, you're killing me here. First the Papadom and now this? Just kill me already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I heard rumours are buzzing around for a Pool Party. Ohh laa laa. Come on, speed that up earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- There's been a lot of true gossips around here that's just getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397670761851615250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Suhg9bateBI/AAAAAAAAASI/jF-Le9Y54TA/s400/Blinded_By_Love_by_Hello_jenni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say love hurts, love sucks, love is blind, love is beautiful, love is confusing. But I fully believe on &lt;strong&gt;Love is Blind.&lt;/strong&gt; Love is where you are blinded by everything nice and pampered yourself until you're not realised that you're hurting. The wound is getting much worse since you don't realise it. It's hurting slowly and softly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4612254636244477873?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4612254636244477873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/international-warfare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4612254636244477873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4612254636244477873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/international-warfare.html' title='International Warfare'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Suhg93czixI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EF2PHB9fFIQ/s72-c/I_love_U_daddy_by_EleneleRaganele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8933019571514185913</id><published>2009-10-25T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:43:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Cut Her Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-40c84f5b23978639" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40c84f5b23978639%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8FD91AE9A857000318F5CCCBF9C35A5D34DCCE3.DD2AEF8DE0C3134FAF40EE1663CEEA0F2BFD1DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40c84f5b23978639%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdRj6OhHIsMLilQnecC2_YlvsfEI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D40c84f5b23978639%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8FD91AE9A857000318F5CCCBF9C35A5D34DCCE3.DD2AEF8DE0C3134FAF40EE1663CEEA0F2BFD1DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D40c84f5b23978639%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdRj6OhHIsMLilQnecC2_YlvsfEI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My cousin said to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Sarah, yesterday they had like a free make up session for all at KLCC, from Clinique"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"OH MANNNN! But it's okay, it's just Clinique, but if it's M.A.C., I'll cry and kill myself (like seriously)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Eh, no. It's mixed with all the other brands, even M.A.C!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You really do want to kill me huh? -,-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's just my luck! Damn it. And I really need to watch&lt;strong&gt; Papadom, Sorority Row and 500 days of Summer.&lt;/strong&gt; Those are my top priorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need All American Reject concert tickets! People? Can you hear me? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Screw you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396558374070863890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuRtP8AnSBI/AAAAAAAAARg/nwwzOdNYFJ0/s400/fullness_of_life_by_6Artificial6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fullness of life. &lt;strong&gt;It's like a work of art without an eraser and an endless walk to a new path.&lt;/strong&gt; Never waste it, and no one controls you. Laugh out, live out and live it. Imagine your life is countless like the sand and stars. &lt;strong&gt;You do shine like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8933019571514185913?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8933019571514185913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-cut-her-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8933019571514185913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8933019571514185913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-cut-her-off.html' title='Just Cut Her Off'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuRtP8AnSBI/AAAAAAAAARg/nwwzOdNYFJ0/s72-c/fullness_of_life_by_6Artificial6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8386197386130584677</id><published>2009-10-25T00:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:34:10.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bold Entrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="349" height="278" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d9b0b3ee0ec3e3df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9b0b3ee0ec3e3df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D291D12ECF0CF27DAE5F4FFB532054FF0D11D2D2F.420C5FBFE22026C92EADFF88C4D4A8D7F9E91B69%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9b0b3ee0ec3e3df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6cHH4U0ZpcDTg6J2OaNsC-VbelI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="349" height="278" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd9b0b3ee0ec3e3df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D291D12ECF0CF27DAE5F4FFB532054FF0D11D2D2F.420C5FBFE22026C92EADFF88C4D4A8D7F9E91B69%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd9b0b3ee0ec3e3df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6cHH4U0ZpcDTg6J2OaNsC-VbelI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I know&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's ridiculous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I'm just testing. I recorded it before and after my family's barbeque. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a chelsea fan, I'm a Man.U fan. Imraan gave me that jersey because it's so (damn) comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My aunt took the grilled crab and then said to my other aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"How am I going to eat this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You just smack it right open"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"What? Noo! You do it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Here, let me do it"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUSH! CRACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She smacked the &lt;strong&gt;crap out of the crab!&lt;/strong&gt; I was like&lt;em&gt; "Damn, I underestimated her"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just can't believe my cousin, Abang Pali just got married today. Seriously I wanted to cry. I mean, who else am I going to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- pick on&lt;br /&gt;- bully&lt;br /&gt;- take money&lt;br /&gt;- hang out at a mamak store&lt;br /&gt;- record his snore while he's asleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His wedding was different. Well, the first part was, he picked up his bride in a &lt;strong&gt;Landrover Pick up truck wrapped in ribbons.&lt;/strong&gt; He kinda looked like a &lt;strong&gt;Jawa/ Bugis warrior&lt;/strong&gt; today, HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396215558252289506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuM1dbkQXeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wQiZcW4PkNk/s400/24102009(013).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So goodbye Abang Pali! Goodluck in your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396218929848823746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuM4hrvgr8I/AAAAAAAAARY/I5UIvUfM4J8/s400/Previet_RUssia_by_Samya_Photography.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Be brave and never think to step back. It's too late, and think what's ahead. Because what lies in front is the beginning of everything. All out and spread your wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8386197386130584677?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8386197386130584677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/bold-entrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8386197386130584677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8386197386130584677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/bold-entrance.html' title='Bold Entrance'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuM1dbkQXeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wQiZcW4PkNk/s72-c/24102009(013).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3030824962973243171</id><published>2009-10-23T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:24:01.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not, I went to school today. Well I just wanted to see what's happening. My stay there didn't last long &lt;strong&gt;(of course)&lt;/strong&gt; School starts at 7.30 and we tried to get out of there around 8.30. &lt;strong&gt;1 hour right?!&lt;/strong&gt; I know, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395831431845369810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuHYGVMH19I/AAAAAAAAARI/u5EIdq-7Sig/s400/Sneaking_Out_by_skei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tricky part, getting out of there. Oh god, I thought it would be easy since there's a few students came, but&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I was so wrong.&lt;/span&gt; I think we've been going around the school for 10 times looking for &lt;strong&gt;teacher/ guard- free exits.&lt;/strong&gt; The main gate, damn! The guard was there. Let's try the canteen, shit! It was close. So there was Me, Shahriel, Mikhail, Imran, Zuhair, Faaidz and Danial Iddlan. We decided to wander around. Oh shit! The teacher, and all of the sudden, we all splited. I was walking and Mr. Ganesh was looking right at me &lt;strong&gt;*oh greatt, you're dead like a sick frog on the road.&lt;/strong&gt; The guys ran away and left me *what a friend. I went to the toilet and came out, EH! Daniel, &lt;strong&gt;oh phew!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we walked to the main gate and THANK GOD. The guard wasn't there. Danial! Run! Run! We got out of there. Shahriel did too. The three of us went for breakfast. We were walking and there was a red Ferrari. I was like &lt;strong&gt;"FUHLAMAK!"&lt;/strong&gt; the nice sound of the exhaust, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast and then came Nabila. We talked and talked. And hear this, this is stupid between Danial and Shahriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"When I've a Ferrari (yeah, you wish Shahriel) i want to make mine all black. So that I can like invincible at night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Well, usually people will take red because it's Ferraris' trademark. I mean, if you take black, people would think like- is that Myvi? or Gen2? or Satria? Because your Ferrari is balck and they can't see it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys can be overrated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I walked home. Oh my bed, I miss you, it's been a while. I threw myself to the bed and TRIED &lt;strong&gt;(I tried okay, tried so hard) to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; I just can't get it, when I'm asleep, there goes my phone ringing with calls and text messages. I swore I was about to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;throw my phone.&lt;/span&gt; Text by text by text. The culprits; Jimal, Iskandar, Shahriel, Ed, Intan, Zuhair, Nurul, Lola&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SLEEP! SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395830593148155634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuHXVgzH9vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BbFkmkE_PX8/s400/0326508c26c3e90c67c24fea87e5dd07.jpg" /&gt; Oh, Nurul came. I played the Sims 2, and it was raining outside my house. I was so tempted with game, I've unlocked this and that, but then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TUP! POOF! BLACKOUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dude, I didn't save my game. Nurul was laughing like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395830588159815058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuHXVONz7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9WaIzH5dpQc/s400/Open_by_UK_Kyle.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Try and take your mind. Take it and spread it out and wide. &lt;strong&gt;Think infinity&lt;/strong&gt; where infinity is possible in everyway to revolve around us. Soften your aura followed by a smile, indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-3030824962973243171?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3030824962973243171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/cover-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3030824962973243171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3030824962973243171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/cover-me-up.html' title='Cover Me Up'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuHYGVMH19I/AAAAAAAAARI/u5EIdq-7Sig/s72-c/Sneaking_Out_by_skei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5850475691821695608</id><published>2009-10-22T21:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:37:43.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Dial This for Pete's Sake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395429631206263810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuBqqdKqjAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rQ70fKizEp8/s400/Picture0021.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just got home, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I went out today at 2.30pm. I went to &lt;strong&gt;Setiawangsa, Al- Sayad&lt;/strong&gt; with Nabila and Zuhair. It has stopped raining so I thought it's on to Setiawangsa. I picked up Nabila and went to Zuhair's. Ahh, perfect weather. Then, &lt;strong&gt;one drop, two drops! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh- oh.&lt;/span&gt; It's raining! Run run for shelter. Okay, so based on my observations, it usually rains in the afternoon for the time being. We took a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there, Zuhair and Nab was so hungry. We ordered and just chill. I mean just chill. Then, I saw someone on the upper level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Heyy, that looks like Farid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Farid who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Farid VI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was hasulinating, but then. &lt;strong&gt;EH!&lt;/strong&gt; See I told you it was Farid. He hanged with us while waiting Jimal. Okay, we clicked and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we all laughed like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My stomach was about to burst. We battled &lt;strong&gt;who can make an 'O' &lt;/strong&gt;with the shisha smoke. It was hilarious, and I &lt;strong&gt;almost choked&lt;/strong&gt; myself many times, luckily, I'm still alive, here. Oh yes, finally Jimal and Ed came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like picking on Ed. I don't know,&lt;strong&gt; it satisfy me much.&lt;/strong&gt; His hair is getting much bigger. He can snoop in some answers in it. It's very useful for PMR. But damn it, he didn't apply his ability&lt;strong&gt; to the max.&lt;/strong&gt; We laughed and played with the smoke to do the 'O''s, stupid and dirty jokes. HAHA. Then we head home and Zuhair's brother picked us up. He was so HOT, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H-O-T.&lt;/span&gt; HOT! and he's Fakhirin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395429632587119810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuBqqiT4vMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kA-451A-NLg/s400/phone!.jpg" /&gt;I planned to meet Shahriel around 7pm, but I called and called&lt;em&gt; (and called and called and called)&lt;/em&gt; but I couldn't reach him. I was furious like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt; I really can't stand people who don't answer their phones. I mean, &lt;strong&gt;DUDE! It's just one button to click and woo hoo, there's my voice free to talk.&lt;/strong&gt; I gave up, then I got home. And found out new gossips, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I don't have much to talk since I'm making my own holidays from school. I'm thinking of spicing my blog up. &lt;strong&gt;Wait for the updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuBsCDgoLMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SHcjkMecuF8/s1600-h/Squeeze_by_Randommam58,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395431136147549378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuBsCDgoLMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/SHcjkMecuF8/s400/Squeeze_by_Randommam58,2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you leave me for my mishaps?&lt;/strong&gt; It's like, we'll always be forever with the people we know. In everyway, they'll leave a mark. A fade mark. Where at one point the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;truth lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-5850475691821695608?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5850475691821695608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-dial-this-for-petes-sake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5850475691821695608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5850475691821695608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-you-dial-this-for-petes-sake.html' title='Can You Dial This for Pete&apos;s Sake?'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SuBqqdKqjAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rQ70fKizEp8/s72-c/Picture0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6711097429019693139</id><published>2009-10-21T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:32:31.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try My Agendas</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you, &lt;strong&gt;I'm like a jumper&lt;/strong&gt;. I jump from place to place in a very slow version. Find me at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my hotspot ; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Bangi Kopitiam, Melawati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Oldtown, Permata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Al- Kader, Wangsa maju&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Al- Sayad, Setiawangsa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'll try and explore some new hotspots. &lt;strong&gt;From 1pm until 7 pm, i'll be out&lt;/strong&gt;(trust me). So try and find me at these places for just a buzz or a simple ''hey''. I won't bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my one year anniversary with Shahriel. he was expecting to take me to a fancy dinner what the heck and all. I was like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ahhh, no need, let's try something different, and unpredictable"&lt;/span&gt; And guess what? We did what I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I went to Oldtown Permata. Oh god, the same waiter again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Waiter 1&amp;amp;2: HEY HELLO WELCOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Waiter 1 followed me to my seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Waiter 1 : Alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Yeah&lt;/span&gt; (Why? Do you want to rape me now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Waiter 1 : Cute laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073432086800530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/St8ms8CuaJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mk7R0bjkspU/s400/_Uh__by_silverdreamer1889.jpg" /&gt; I hanged there for one and a half hour. Chatting with Pecal and Mik. Pecal was making stupid jokes and I was laughing alone. The guy sitting straight in front of me was looking at me like i should&lt;strong&gt; check into the rehab A.S.A.P.&lt;/strong&gt; Then I went to Kadeer to meet Jimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there, and texted Jimal. So I waited for him a while. I texted him again, he said he was in the toilet. I was like &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Damn it, he made me wait a princess!"&lt;/span&gt; Finally, that princess came. We talked, online, ate and drank. Ok, it's time to bounce to Setiawangsa. I texted Shahriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Can Jim pick you up now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shahriel: Yeah sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Okay Jim, pick Shahriel up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jimal : On my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shahriel:&lt;/span&gt; (3 minutes after) &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hold on, don't come yet, it's raining like super heavy here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Oh greaaattttttttttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jimal : DUDE! IT'S RAINING HEAVILY HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Yeah i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jimal : Then, what theee? Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073426230483346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/St8msmOeGZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gkbLKRYXtSE/s400/DESTINation_III_by_fungusamongme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain at Wangsa Maju. After 20 minutes, I heard &lt;strong&gt;"Wooo Hooooo!"&lt;/strong&gt; I was like &lt;strong&gt;"Damn it these Wangsa Maju punks!"&lt;/strong&gt; I turned back, oh it was Jimal and Shahriel went through the heavy rain. And of course, they're freezing and soaking wet. Luckily I brought my Man.U jersey. Finally, we decided to take the cab. So we got one, but the cab stopped on the middle of the road. Well yeah, &lt;strong&gt;all kinds of honks were heard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total up our money, we were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short on cash&lt;/span&gt; because Shahriel forgot to bring his money. Oh god. Luckily, Jimal's friend was there, he paid for the shisha. Shahriel was looking at the people walking-by. He said &lt;strong&gt;"Dude, look at that, she walks like Sarah, HAHA" &lt;/strong&gt;I looked at the girl, and &lt;strong&gt;it was Mar&lt;/strong&gt;, bastard Shahriel. We shouted, Mar! Mar! Then Ed came! Finally this lazy cat. We hanged there until 7pm. Shahriel and I got back to Kader and I was so high. I was about to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; puke&lt;/span&gt; but I still hold on. I gave up, and took a rest for a while, I really can't take it. My dad called! I told him I'm at melawati, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is only once, we should explore and have some extraordinary adventure, that's my motto. I'm not scared in doing something out of the box.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073417029697218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/St8msD81PsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hrkU_anJQ_E/s400/waiting_by_endoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Public places and public places.&lt;/strong&gt; We see different people everyday and each one of them have their own life and problems eventhough we can't see it. We can see different lifestyle and social life. It's fascinating where we can &lt;strong&gt;compare one another&lt;/strong&gt; on how they develop their own life and social. Just move on what he have. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move it freely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6711097429019693139?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6711097429019693139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-my-agendas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6711097429019693139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6711097429019693139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-my-agendas.html' title='Try My Agendas'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/St8ms8CuaJI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mk7R0bjkspU/s72-c/_Uh__by_silverdreamer1889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1192899453942748953</id><published>2009-10-20T13:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:30:01.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recarnation of A New Era</title><content type='html'>Oldtown, permata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i fooled you. my blog is not dead. I told yaaa. This is because i got my new netbook *oh god, finally after all this centuries. And and, PMR is over. I,m happy as an elf. I'm free people, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I'm blank. Where should i pick up from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well during this last week of raya, there has been tons of open houses. I'm bushed after going here and there. &lt;strong&gt;Let's flashback!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394554278609204946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/St1OiOoQttI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2PkBNc1uVZs/s400/how_to_do_your_a_level_by_LauraZalenga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's talk about what happen right after PMR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paper was over, i didn't feel much. It was just numb, like whatever. I got home and took a nap after a test on 3 years of education. Around 3, i went to Pavillion and I met Shahriel. We went to Forever 21 to see Lola. Then we met the others at Cotton On. And let me tell you, &lt;strong&gt;the guys were shopping like Paris Hilton&lt;/strong&gt;, oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't recall what happened, maybe I'm experiencing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short-term memory lost&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the same thing, went to BB Bistro, shisha. But after that, I went to watch a movie. The Perfect Getaway. It was okay, I'll give 3 stars. Before i got home, I met lanee, Lola and Sarah. Aww, it's been a while since i met them. Shahriel and I got home and he just can't stop talking. Talk and talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im pretty busy right now, i'll blog later. When I have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's talk to Zuhair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-1192899453942748953?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1192899453942748953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/recarnation-of-new-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1192899453942748953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1192899453942748953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/10/recarnation-of-new-era.html' title='Recarnation of A New Era'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/St1OiOoQttI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2PkBNc1uVZs/s72-c/how_to_do_your_a_level_by_LauraZalenga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4965406987107857002</id><published>2009-06-21T01:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:11:36.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sj0zO71p6tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3bfUpalLn7M/s1600-h/Oops____by_danhortonszar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349488264059939538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 250px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sj0zO71p6tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3bfUpalLn7M/s400/Oops____by_danhortonszar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been ages, yeah I know. Let me tell you about this past Wednesday. Actually, everyday is an adventure for me. Something extraordinary will happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so desperate to watch the &lt;strong&gt;Hannah Montana The Movie&lt;/strong&gt;, so did Ereen &lt;em&gt;(yeah I know, laugh it up)&lt;/em&gt; So I booked two tickets at 4pm. But it was a bit too late for us since we were sneaking out, so we planned to take the 1.45 pm screening. Well, I wasn't exactly sneaking out, just I don't tell my parents. We planned to go to the National Library to finish up our History assignment, but on second thought,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus came at 1.30 and the movie starts at 1.45 pm, oh god. We sat in the bus talking and then at one stop, this two girls came in. One was wearing sunnies and thick red lips with skinnies and slippers. I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dude, you're not Gwen Stefani"&lt;/span&gt; Ereen and I just can't control ourselves, I just can't stop laughing, god you should see it for yourself. We reached KLCC at 2 pm. We walked to the movies and lined up at the ticket booking counter (hehe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: Miss, I've booked for the Hannah Montana movie at 4 pm and I would really wish that I could buy the 1.45pm tickets please. Please miss help, I came all the way from school, please&lt;strong&gt; *with my oh-so-innocent face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss: But, It has already started?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me : It's okay, i'm willing to buy it, please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss: Yeah yeah sure, here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, so I got myself out of there, mission completed. The movie was cute, and the guy who played who has a crush on Miley was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SO HOT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there I am, finding inspiration for my essay while listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cintamu by Dygta&lt;/span&gt;, haha. Ereen went to Nini's because she really need to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so in the mood of ideas then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Black dress with the tights underneath, I got a breath of a last cigarette on my teeth....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone rang &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*DANG IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nini asked me to come over to her house. I took my breath for a while there then Jimal text-ed saying he's at Padang A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I met him. On the way there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY IT'S EDREEN! &lt;/span&gt;Ereen went home so there's the three of us Edreen, Jimal and me. We all wanted to go to school. Here's the plan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimal is going to tag at the back of Ed's scooter &lt;/span&gt;because he has his skateboard. The plan was perfect until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DUSH*&lt;/span&gt; when Jimal took it hard because Edreen got panic and speed up because there's a car behind us. It was so funny, you have to see Jimal's face, priceless. Lucky for him, he wore ed's helmet or he would have a &lt;strong&gt;sushi head&lt;/strong&gt;. The funnier part, &lt;strong&gt;the car behind us honked at Jimal&lt;/strong&gt; when his face was flat at the road instead of helping him, HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4965406987107857002?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4965406987107857002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-for-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4965406987107857002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4965406987107857002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/fall-for-best.html' title='Fall For The Best'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sj0zO71p6tI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3bfUpalLn7M/s72-c/Oops____by_danhortonszar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-9073413717824170349</id><published>2009-05-30T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:21:44.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, I'm breathing just fine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LISTEN HERE PEOPLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blog is not dead&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I'm so busy at the moment, and my computer is errrr, let's skip that part. So let me summarize what I've been doing. (as far as I remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-History and Goegraphy folio assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-I almost killed myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm getting fat&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't have enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Tons of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm at Orange CC with Jimal watching him playing Battlefield during this fucking school holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-9073413717824170349?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/9073413717824170349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dude-im-breathing-just-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9073413717824170349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9073413717824170349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/05/dude-im-breathing-just-fine.html' title='Dude, I&apos;m breathing just fine'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6412742359834340455</id><published>2009-04-18T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:06:14.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Needs</title><content type='html'>I didn't get enough rest today because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had a hell of a day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7.45&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; because I had a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; frie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ly volleyball match&lt;/span&gt; with the Sri Keramat. So yeah, we won against the under 15 and under 18, both. (very impressive right?) But man I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ripped&lt;/span&gt; my favourite track bottom because I often dive to get the ball, haha. Actually, there's an event happening at St. John, that's  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tle Of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bands&lt;/span&gt;. But the match ended at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 pm&lt;/span&gt;, Nabila were so tense about the situation because she was really late for the event. I'm still thinking whether I want to go or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoFHNhFfkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/B3sEZlvVB7U/s1600-h/l_73e8c1532a704cfbac2ce9ab8229aa95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoFHNhFfkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/B3sEZlvVB7U/s400/l_73e8c1532a704cfbac2ce9ab8229aa95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075130764688962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEGZ_UeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AYz_hFK7wxM/s1600-h/l_9dc6f73706f54be987c67c9a6e8e209b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEGZ_UeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AYz_hFK7wxM/s400/l_9dc6f73706f54be987c67c9a6e8e209b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073977804640738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, and called Imraan, he said he's going too. I quickly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got dressed in 25 minutes &lt;/span&gt;and I just took one of my shirt, bootcut jeans and my wedges and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm off&lt;/span&gt;. I got to Wangsa Maju on time (i think) We got down at Masjid Jamek and walked all the way to St. John and reached there at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pm.&lt;/span&gt; And now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm broke&lt;/span&gt; (like seriously) the gig was okay. I met Athira, Amira, Nana and Hunn oh yeah, I was sweating like hell in there, like a huge sauna in there. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed Yuna performanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; and you know why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEH4hZBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xVs2A8ZXdjA/s1600-h/l_a7829a7d80044c14a3fa67c4ff4b4c3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEH4hZBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xVs2A8ZXdjA/s400/l_a7829a7d80044c14a3fa67c4ff4b4c3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073978201138194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking out of the school and all of the sudden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"All St Johnians, get inside, NOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was like, what is going on? Then, there was this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;argument and fighting&lt;/span&gt; going on at the stairs untill out of the school. It was such a controversy and 3 police cars were there to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEYphd4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sQzEN7SV3t4/s1600-h/l_81aa54d00f624462ad0f6f4aa710e35c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEYphd4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/sQzEN7SV3t4/s400/l_81aa54d00f624462ad0f6f4aa710e35c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073982701631362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEaNzZeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/R5jQnC2ofj4/s1600-h/l_0829d43617894eac9945a509ec03b701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoEEaNzZeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/R5jQnC2ofj4/s400/l_0829d43617894eac9945a509ec03b701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073983122236898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost our mood and got tired and decided to get back home. So there was Me, Nabila, Iylia, Salwa, Ed, Imraan, Shahriel and Faidz all together getting back home. We stopped by at a Mamak restaurant to take a break. I helped Imraan took his scooter. After that, we decided to take a stroll around wangsa area&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (again) 3 scooters and 6 party people&lt;/span&gt;, haha. We called Eika,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (our tution-mate whom Imraan thinks she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'s so hot)&lt;/span&gt; we went to her house area and hanged out with her and Jannah, taking pictures untill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.30 pm.&lt;/span&gt; Then, we headed to Desa View. We took pictures on our scooters all the way there, rempit Melawati, HAHA&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (NOT) &lt;/span&gt;Finally, at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7 pm&lt;/span&gt;, we all got back home, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7.45 am &gt;&gt; 7 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(without food and rest with just only 20 dolars in my pockets and the balance- 30 cents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoHi--wGTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SVoVmKMaA9E/s1600-h/What_Everyone_Is_Looking_For_by_CowboyCasper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoHi--wGTI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SVoVmKMaA9E/s400/What_Everyone_Is_Looking_For_by_CowboyCasper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326077806922176818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm crossing out your name&lt;/span&gt;. All of you. I'll try to add a new list to it,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; there's still hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6412742359834340455?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6412742359834340455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/unspoken-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6412742359834340455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6412742359834340455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/unspoken-needs.html' title='Unspoken Needs'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeoFHNhFfkI/AAAAAAAAAO4/B3sEZlvVB7U/s72-c/l_73e8c1532a704cfbac2ce9ab8229aa95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1168840961554376006</id><published>2009-04-16T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:25:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenna's Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today because I've to get all nice for &lt;strong&gt;picture taking today&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh yes, it's time for our class for picture taking session for the schools' magazine. I was so paranoid, like &lt;em&gt;"Oh my god Intan, how's my hair?"&lt;/em&gt; Well, we are all girls right. Unfortunately, I think the picture went bad because it was so hot, the sun was shining brightly and I think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; our eyes look all squinty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt; in the picture, HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SebZbzI6KqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AHTVcjduuOI/s1600-h/the_dentist_by_abusernamed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325182681019460258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 411px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SebZbzI6KqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AHTVcjduuOI/s400/the_dentist_by_abusernamed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, nothing happened much but except, there this group of kids knocked down the 'Pondok Bacaan''s balcony. They sure proved that they do have nerve.&lt;br /&gt;I went into class and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sarah, go to the nurses' office for a dental check up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, I love going there, first i get to skip my class and I like all the things they were doing to my teeth, hmm, &lt;strong&gt;but guess again&lt;/strong&gt;. I was lying down on the chair, Hanif came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Zarith, come here and look at Sarahs' teeth, hehe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You, go back to your class"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Wait, I want to see my girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"HAH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I don't care she's your girlfriend or not, please leave this place immediately"&lt;/span&gt; HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and the nurse started to wear the apron thingy and a plastic mask like she were about to &lt;strong&gt;cut open my body&lt;/strong&gt;. Zarith was like, woah, getting scared because he's next. I've to do scaling. Ah yes the pain starts. She was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;digging and digging deeper in my teeth with the saw thingy&lt;/span&gt;, I was groaning and sweating to suck it all up and god my mouth bleed. Shahriel said I'm a proven Edward Cullen, haha. So, &lt;strong&gt;today is the day where I started getting scared to dentist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Imran called me for a photo session for the Art Club Society. I'm one of the exco's. Before the photo session, a few of our club members was rehearsing for the upcoming perfomance this Saturday. They were two guitars and one bongo (i think) The senior started to sing and god the music was beautiful and very catchy, I really love it, I was so so amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I've to go for a brief about the trip to Terengganu. All the activities are fun but except&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You have to wear this shirt to school before heading to Terengganu (very big and geeky)"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my mouth opened*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Oh and no jeans to school"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my mouth opened wider*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"And no shorts or bermudas"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*my mouth opened even wider*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, how the hell am I going to bring my hairdryer there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SebaHHGHARI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6D148SOA4oE/s1600-h/Friendship_II_by_SecretElii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325183425110802706" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 221px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SebaHHGHARI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6D148SOA4oE/s320/Friendship_II_by_SecretElii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn. Everybody does mistakes, so just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;. We can't be all over the top all the time, we can't balance everything. It's just one time where we were all in this together and helping one another. At the end, &lt;strong&gt;we're going to face the same consequences.&lt;/strong&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/4211087971377154054-1168840961554376006?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1168840961554376006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/jennas-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1168840961554376006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1168840961554376006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/jennas-pain.html' title='Jenna&apos;s Pain'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SebZbzI6KqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AHTVcjduuOI/s72-c/the_dentist_by_abusernamed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4900638748239393973</id><published>2009-04-15T14:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:43:17.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk Your Oh-So-Fail Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday, 14 April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imraan called me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Sarah, I'm going to your house now, like right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I laughed because he spoke English like kind of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheerleader way&lt;/span&gt;, haha. He asked me to take stroll at Melawati with his scooter with Edreen. I just can't say no to him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Seriously, I have to agree, or else, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, we met Nini, Yud, Pecal and Farouq. Then we took a stroll&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; around Wangsa Maju &lt;/span&gt;because luckily Ed's very familiar with the place. As usual, Imraan did his insane stunts I mean like, for example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*honk, pitttt pittt pitttt  &lt;/span&gt;(I turned my head to Imraan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"WEH, kau tak nampak jalan ke ha?! Apa a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;h!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then he giggled&lt;/span&gt;. There's this uncles was staring at both of us, god i was embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSA-k3-DI/AAAAAAAAANg/vOwrkFedgLQ/s1600-h/Blushing_by_dontshaaake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSA-k3-DI/AAAAAAAAANg/vOwrkFedgLQ/s400/Blushing_by_dontshaaake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324822679930796082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tuition class&lt;/span&gt;. Oh oh it's Maths and suddenly I became&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so exited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Okay and then you divide with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Class     : Twooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Then you will get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me         : (shout) Then you will get thirtyyyy fou......err&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*complete silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you get the picture, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everybody was staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and during history, I was looking for something&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; anxiously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*BANG!*&lt;/span&gt; my aluminium pencil box fell off the table and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de a whole lot of noise&lt;/span&gt;, there goes all of my stationeries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Them     : HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Hey chill, calm down, you don't have to be mad at me, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today 15 April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;planned to skip school&lt;/span&gt; today because I was so tired. My plan was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I turned my alarm off and continued sleeping&lt;/span&gt;. My mum called,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hey are you ready or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Oh man ma! My alarm clock didn't go on, it's already 7 am, I'm late, oh well, there's always tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; *smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Oh no no, you go and get ready now! I just have to wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it for you, hurry up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Can't I just skip today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"NO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;failur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSBFrnJ7I/AAAAAAAAANo/dl1NElfg-u8/s1600-h/Science_Experiment_I_by_AshleighAmped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSBFrnJ7I/AAAAAAAAANo/dl1NElfg-u8/s400/Science_Experiment_I_by_AshleighAmped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324822681838102450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing some experiments on chemical reactions. Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one successful experiment&lt;/span&gt; out of four. I was quickly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "TAKE COVER" &lt;/span&gt;when the teacher was heating the substance because, I don't know, it could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;explode in front of my face&lt;/span&gt;. damn. I got excited watching the gas developed bubbles. So everytime there's bubble, I shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CLASS! bubbles bubbles!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh god, I have so many homeworks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;damn it Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, you said you're going to update all of your homewor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ks, so now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll stop fooling around&lt;/span&gt; now, get serious.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and now I'm talking to myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSoY3TlHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8TxTpGmneos/s1600-h/It__s_rude_to_whisper_by_metzgorein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSoY3TlHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8TxTpGmneos/s320/It__s_rude_to_whisper_by_metzgorein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324823357002323058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a rumour destroys someone's image? Evenmore,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; someone's reputation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4900638748239393973?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4900638748239393973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-your-oh-so-fail-diaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4900638748239393973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4900638748239393973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-your-oh-so-fail-diaries.html' title='Talk Your Oh-So-Fail Diaries'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeWSA-k3-DI/AAAAAAAAANg/vOwrkFedgLQ/s72-c/Blushing_by_dontshaaake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7837147184311512494</id><published>2009-04-13T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:22:19.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone At The Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing happened much yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;*HAHA, that's what you all think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today as usual I got up and went to school with a lonely heart. &lt;strong&gt;*pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having the usual &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Monday blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I think I want to see the new horror movie 'Jangan Tegur' They said it was freaking scary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Technically, I can't think straight now because my sister is bugging me like hell screaming and shouting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intan kept plucking my arm hair. i was like, what the hell, suit yourself. During perdagangan, the &lt;strong&gt;I dozed off&lt;/strong&gt; when the teacher was explaining, then the teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ha, Sarah's getting sleepy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh err, no, I was just..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes, during the free period, Naza was singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"I have a heart, I give it to you it's fragile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Aww, that's nice Naza"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Then we unite our heart, and together, we can rule the world! Muahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"what the -,-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeLn0OTM1VI/AAAAAAAAANY/DJGIUe6tgKw/s1600-h/Leaving_The_City_by_pamukcuceveyediprens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324072593883190610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeLn0OTM1VI/AAAAAAAAANY/DJGIUe6tgKw/s320/Leaving_The_City_by_pamukcuceveyediprens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everything should go as it's supposed to be. Oh yes, everything was going smooth, but no, &lt;strong&gt;there's a bump on the road&lt;/strong&gt;. Fret not, I'm facing all the obstacles, and I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not making a step back&lt;/span&gt;. Stand by me, and I'll find the answer sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4211087971377154054-7837147184311512494?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7837147184311512494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone-at-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7837147184311512494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7837147184311512494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/alone-at-bar.html' title='Alone At The Bar'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeLn0OTM1VI/AAAAAAAAANY/DJGIUe6tgKw/s72-c/Leaving_The_City_by_pamukcuceveyediprens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-76797620468178650</id><published>2009-04-11T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:21:11.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Here We Come</title><content type='html'>Woo Hoo, my internet is now A okay. Well, it doesn't mean that I can update my blog often. Because I said to my mum, im using her laptop to do my "studies" *yeah right, studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what can we talk about today. Well, obviously the&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; rumours&lt;/span&gt; about Shahriel and me has spread. Currently, Iskandar and Nabila always do "I'm watching you, S." damn it. haha. Oh yeah, and i heard someone poured water on Shazlin on the second level. Pity you. (NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just got busted with my mum a few seconds ago. She said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;"HA, buat apa ni?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"Err, mespes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;"Hoi, awak tu tingkatan 3 nak PMR, yada yada yada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"Oh haa, okay ma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;"Okay okay je tau" *staring at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"Habis tu? ye lah, baik bonda"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My volleyball tournament is coming up. Afiqah usually tortures me during training even when I'm like 3 minutes late. &lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"SARAH! You're late! Run 8 laps, 15 pumpings, 30 sit ups and 40 jumping jacks!"&lt;/div&gt;oh god, what did i ever do wrong (a lot actually)&lt;br /&gt;Imraan said he wanted to join in our tuition. he said he's going to say &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Surpriseeee!"&lt;/span&gt; when he walks in. He didn't actually. But god, he was so noisy, I can't concentrate, so did Edreen. He kept doing &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;jokes after jokes and after jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I bought a new helmet since my old one has been stolen. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Curse you thief&lt;/span&gt;, that was my favourite ultraman helmet. It was one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;TODAY!&lt;/span&gt; They were having futsal. But of course, we (Imraan and DD) had some rocky journey along. So okay, at 7, i've to pick up Nini because she accidently told her mum there's school today. She skipped school and went to my house. Me and Imraan planned to go to Ampang with our scooters. I called him, but he said he was having problems with his scooter *oh greaattt. I've to bring him to the nearest workshop to charge his scooter's battery. It took one hour! Oh and the awesome part, it was raining. That's it, let's move to UK. Eventually, we got there all in one piece *oh thank god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeC-xJmIXhI/AAAAAAAAANI/kqbi6n9fxCg/s1600-h/what__s_the_noise__by_luthien_numenesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323464511150644754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeC-xJmIXhI/AAAAAAAAANI/kqbi6n9fxCg/s400/what__s_the_noise__by_luthien_numenesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think, this month, is Pranking Sarah Hanes Month. I've been punk'd for countless times. And here's one of 'em. I was sittong down, looking around. Then came DD and Imraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"SARAH SARAH! Cikgu Julia sumpah nak jumpa dengan sarah do, sarah dapat demerit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"oh haa okay" (I wasn't scared because i went to finish my perdagangan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, a prefect came to me with a demerit form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;"Where's Sarah Hanes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"Yeah that's me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Demerit form : Kesalahan, membawa motor dan telefon bimbit ke sekolah. Saksi Cikgu Julia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Demerit, 50 markah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK?! I didn't even bring my fucking scooter to school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, and quickly walk to see Cikgu Julia. Then Nini chased me and told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"SARAH SARAH! It was a joke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed because of my reaction and mostly my expression, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Technically Nabila hired a prefect to do the acting. Thanks you guys for giving me a heart attack, I love you -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I've a lot of catching up to do here in the World Wide Web. Give me time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-76797620468178650?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/76797620468178650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/uk-here-we-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/76797620468178650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/76797620468178650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/uk-here-we-come.html' title='UK Here We Come'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SeC-xJmIXhI/AAAAAAAAANI/kqbi6n9fxCg/s72-c/what__s_the_noise__by_luthien_numenesse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-1480550242844054913</id><published>2009-04-01T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:07:15.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrape That Fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have exams today (damn it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless me oh dear god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday, 30 March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Same old school same old people but new moves. So during English, this is the conversation between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the teacher and Naza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teacher: You guys don't benefit the usage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;of internet. You guys only chat, networking, blogging,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  PORNO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Naza      : (quickly barged in) eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO teacher!&lt;/span&gt; That thing is general knowledge teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;                 *the whole class laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teacher: I know, sooner or later you're going to study about it, you guys are more advanced        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                 than us. But not that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Naza      : Well teacher, it's natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Why Naza? Do you want to do practical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know right, HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SdMgXxl7BtI/AAAAAAAAANA/HYpG4hTsyu0/s1600-h/potem_tytul_by_Klaamka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SdMgXxl7BtI/AAAAAAAAANA/HYpG4hTsyu0/s400/potem_tytul_by_Klaamka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631177676162770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Naim: Sarah, do we have a kid name in Ismail in our class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me    : Err, no, why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naim: Check this, saying Ismail in a fast version &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Is-smile'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me    : -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready to sign up to my new tuition, then Nabila called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Sarah, come outside now, my mum wants to meet you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"DUDE! what the hell?! what did I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;wrong again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my soaking wet hair, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ran out to my porch like I just missed the last bus to Chicago &lt;/span&gt;(erh?) Turned out. I just got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punk'd&lt;/span&gt;. It was Iylia driving. Oh thank god. I got in the car, and I smell something burning, so I quickly got out and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her tyres was smoking.&lt;/span&gt; I jumped out because I was afraid the car would explode within minutes like in the movies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(jeng jeng jeng) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;didn't lift the handbrake up&lt;/span&gt;, aiyo Iylia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed up to a new tuition at Suria Jaya. God I was so nervous. When I walked in, all eyes are staring. Chill Sarah, they're people too, just like you. *phew, I made it trough the whole class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-1480550242844054913?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1480550242844054913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrape-that-fake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1480550242844054913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/1480550242844054913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrape-that-fake.html' title='Scrape That Fake'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SdMgXxl7BtI/AAAAAAAAANA/HYpG4hTsyu0/s72-c/potem_tytul_by_Klaamka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8190806392113574413</id><published>2009-03-29T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:22:51.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Agendas</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD! I miss my blogggggg &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(hugging my computer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where should I start? Mannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, i went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Melbourne&lt;/span&gt; recently. Trust me guys, Malaysia is wayyy better, I love Malaysia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I forget things easily when I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so many things too say, greedy, damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, and check this, I just can't get this dialogue out of my head. So I was talking to myself while my mum was scolding my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mum: HOI NISSA, kau ni tak reti reti nak ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ngun pagi ke? membuta je tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me    : (tidur tu membuta ke? hmm, nissa kan dah 18, nak buat apa lagi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mum: Cuba lah kau bangun buat benda berfaedah sikit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me    : (Ha? apa benda yang dia pernah buat tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;berfaedah? rasanya tidur je)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mum: Kau boleh la tolong mama masak ke kemas rumas rumah ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me    : (what? Nissa buat kerja rumah? this is fun, okay Im off to my dad's before she drags me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;            in doing all the houseworks) Okay ma, adik pergi rumah ayah! Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sc9t-CMUIuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SPyNqKDAiv0/s1600-h/Fight_CLub17_by_Grinch7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sc9t-CMUIuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SPyNqKDAiv0/s400/Fight_CLub17_by_Grinch7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318590597455684322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently I can't think of anything interesting. So you know all the stories about the big fight at school? So I went to Kopitiam, so there's Shahriel and Haziq. I sat down, and listen to their stories about hot babes, football, manchester and the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Pergh aku dengar dia jatuh dulu, pastu kena tumbuk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Lepas tu banyak lagi tumbuk apa semua lah, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;abis kotor baju"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ha tumbuk lagi, terajang lagi -,- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (yeah, i know, fun right? weeeee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out, the waiter was my neighbour. HAHA, god i wanted to laugh so hard, it was awkward because I asked him to clean up the table. The stupid thing, he listened to all of our conversation. Iqbal told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this blog which trash talk about the smktm form 2's badge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;www.hatemeifyoucan.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing she's 13 or 14 because she only talks about the form 2's badge. Well, why not all of the melawatians huh? Too much too handle? LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sc9t9uALIAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tYt76PLPk9E/s1600-h/Rockstar_Cat_Fight_by_vivavanstory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sc9t9uALIAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tYt76PLPk9E/s400/Rockstar_Cat_Fight_by_vivavanstory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318590592036052994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So i heard you're an expert in guys? Mostly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; expert in stealing unavailable men&lt;/span&gt;. Flirting here and there, faking it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh-so-innocent&lt;/span&gt;. Well of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you're bogus&lt;/span&gt; enough. I know you've realise about this bad hobby of yours don't you? And god you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;failing succesfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8190806392113574413?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8190806392113574413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting-agendas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8190806392113574413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8190806392113574413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting-agendas.html' title='Fighting Agendas'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/Sc9t-CMUIuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SPyNqKDAiv0/s72-c/Fight_CLub17_by_Grinch7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7899521652914914520</id><published>2009-02-27T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:27:17.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Scam</title><content type='html'>&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-7899521652914914520?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7899521652914914520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-scam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7899521652914914520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7899521652914914520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-scam.html' title='This Is A Scam'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8728568569366645695</id><published>2009-02-07T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:26:23.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch Them Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOO HOOOO!&lt;/span&gt; It has been ages, wait no! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NTURIES&lt;/span&gt;, HAHA. *I'm so energetic now. Oh man, what should I blog. As you all know, surely I have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tons of stories to tell&lt;/span&gt;, adventures, mischiefs, woah! So I'll just summarize what happened several of weeks back. Few steps back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*face up, breath in and outttt&lt;/span&gt; (hmm, where did i stop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, probably was the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; craziest and the most unpredictable one&lt;/span&gt;.  I won two contest throughout the week.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *it was pretty stupid, HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won about the fly fm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGI Friday thingy&lt;/span&gt;. I called them just for a song demand. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hey, you're calling for the TGI Friday right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ha?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"You called but you tak tau for what?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh marah la pulak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I just want a song demand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Okay you're the lucky one to bla bla bla, so what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'s the password? just give your best shot"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"errr TGI Friday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ding Ding Ding, that's correct! You just won yourself a dinner for two bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(erh? what theeeeeeeee? I won?) &lt;/span&gt;I'm not going anyway, HAHA, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panas tak fly fm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SY2Lat1pFwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/g14JXdgtW-Y/s1600-h/Hanging_out____by_Suzage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SY2Lat1pFwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/g14JXdgtW-Y/s320/Hanging_out____by_Suzage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300045627582387970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, the other contest? HAHA, i rather not talk about it. Lately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been wasting my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and money&lt;/span&gt; hanging around town, it's easy because I have my own trasportation by myself. Oh god, I'm taking a big exam this year. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh well, what the heck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh about the netball tournament, they got the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third Place&lt;/span&gt;. They were so close on the running to win the First Place.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Curse you referees&lt;/span&gt;. When Natrah was about to shoot, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priiittttt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a tie&lt;/span&gt;. damn it. Oh oh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day is about to come&lt;/span&gt;, so what are your plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this one point, Nabila opened her phone and play the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Goyang Inul&lt;/span&gt;. What the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapak-bapak, ibu-ibu, semuanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jangan marah bila inul sedang bergoyang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that, haha Nabila Nabila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s; I am now so addicted to Lady Gaga's song,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Poker Face&lt;/span&gt; (My my my my Poker Face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SY2LJDP-kII/AAAAAAAAAL4/wAkdYSt4DgE/s1600-h/lovestruck_by_naive_punk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SY2LJDP-kII/AAAAAAAAAL4/wAkdYSt4DgE/s320/lovestruck_by_naive_punk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300045324092346498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Choosing one from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your two best things&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty much hard. Evenly the same and precious things to leave behind. Developing feelings back to the old one and getting a new one at not the right time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuck in the middle&lt;/span&gt;, with awfully confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8728568569366645695?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8728568569366645695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/02/pitch-them-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8728568569366645695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8728568569366645695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/02/pitch-them-hard.html' title='Pitch Them Hard'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SY2Lat1pFwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/g14JXdgtW-Y/s72-c/Hanging_out____by_Suzage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6402775669587751642</id><published>2009-01-27T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:31:41.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SX6cD-c1pQI/AAAAAAAAALw/3lnWKgVVLa8/s1600-h/Express_Yourself__by_Only1likeme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295841803951777026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SX6cD-c1pQI/AAAAAAAAALw/3lnWKgVVLa8/s320/Express_Yourself__by_Only1likeme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIFE IS NOT ABOUT FINDING YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT IT'S ABOUT CREATING YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THINK TWICE, ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN LIFESTYLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6402775669587751642?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6402775669587751642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-carnival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6402775669587751642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6402775669587751642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-carnival.html' title='Quiet Carnival'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SX6cD-c1pQI/AAAAAAAAALw/3lnWKgVVLa8/s72-c/Express_Yourself__by_Only1likeme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2144650229172226668</id><published>2009-01-25T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:30:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaking Hearts' Need</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I decided it was &lt;strong&gt;my day off&lt;/strong&gt;. It means that I'm not going to touch a single pen or one of my books. HAHA. So I achieved my goal yesterday and took a stroll around Melawati with Nini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, &lt;strong&gt;I snuk out&lt;/strong&gt; ot of the house at 10.30 pm on Friday to sleepover at Ninis'. Oh my dad called, greatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Ha, adik dkt mana? tak tidur rumah mama?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oh tak la malas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Okay duduk rumah pink (my dad's house) jaga rumah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Oraiteee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*phew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to sleep at 11 pm. Then Alyaa called at 8 am *hurgh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"SARAH! datang bola tampar tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Ha? Oh haaa, bola tampar, datang datang" &lt;/span&gt;*sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got the same text message from Eyeen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295081646154137794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXvos9-1QMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QpPrhK6lWNs/s320/Texting_by_eeyoremd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After the training, Nini called asking me to pick her up and go anywhere. But Ali called, he wanted to meet me first with Pecal. So yeah I met them and the only reason was they wanted to see me is to borrow my helmet. heh, &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt;. I got dressed and took my keys to head over to Ninis' and I got a text message from Shahriel&lt;strong&gt; asking me to hang out&lt;/strong&gt;. Well we'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Imran and I said I'm going to stop by at his house to talk about his love life. Well yeah, he likes taking advice from me &lt;strong&gt;(I'm not sure why because I dont have many guys in my life)&lt;/strong&gt; The three of us talked, making stupid jokes and as usual, &lt;strong&gt;teasing me&lt;/strong&gt;. Nini had a fight with Pecal. Imran decided to bring us to a near by river to calm her down. We reached there, it was a peaceful place, but the river was a bit like hmm, a dam, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295081645439599122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXvos7UeQhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7-3yCvF0XSw/s320/Good_old_times_by_mh86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we got Nini cheered up&lt;/span&gt; and the three of us head off home. I got home so did my dad. He said he's going back to Perak untill Tuesday. Hmm, from&lt;strong&gt; Saturday to Tuesday all alone by myself&lt;/strong&gt; *raise eyebrows. Nini and I planned to go to NZ because both of us were craving for shisha. But the plan didn't go well because most of my neighbours saw me walking out suspiciously &lt;strong&gt;*shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2144650229172226668?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2144650229172226668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/shaking-hearts-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2144650229172226668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2144650229172226668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/shaking-hearts-need.html' title='Shaking Hearts&apos; Need'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXvos9-1QMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QpPrhK6lWNs/s72-c/Texting_by_eeyoremd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6590355483136098932</id><published>2009-01-23T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:58:45.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit The Road, TRIP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;News Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eclipse on 26th January 2009&lt;/span&gt;. Don't miss it. Put your sunnies on or Sembahyang Sunat. It'll happen in the evening (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of the week. And next week, it's school holiday. Well it's not much of a holiday with a tons of homework and netball training. Forget it. Since&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obama became the President of The United States&lt;/span&gt;, his face's plastered on every magazine and news buzz on all over the world. Of course because he's the first African-American to be President. Hopefully he'll change the world and stop the Gaza War. Oh and did you know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas Brothers greeted Obama&lt;/span&gt; and his family in their white house because both of his daughters are Jonas Brothers' fans. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnF5mMaCEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CV8r2yLT9g0/s1600-h/Passed_out_in_class_by_LoveDreamerPeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnF5mMaCEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CV8r2yLT9g0/s320/Passed_out_in_class_by_LoveDreamerPeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294480430246529090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to school today. Nothing interesting happened much.&lt;br /&gt;During English, the teacher was projecting about our literature. Then I got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sleepy and dozed off&lt;/span&gt; with my friend. We both fell asleep until the end of the chapter. We woke up then the teacher said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"HA! dah sampai mana dah? New York, London?"&lt;/span&gt; *looking straight at both of us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I gave you watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; the story but you slept all the way, when I asked you to read you didn't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet because I knew I was wrong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry teacher&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, she's my volleyball coach. maybe she's going to kill me tomorrow during training &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*gulp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I slept a lot in my class lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i got netball training today. Shit! Nini can't come over to my house. I got back to school at 4pm. I was sitting while putting on my boots and came Danial to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harrass me &lt;/span&gt;as usual. I just play along. We all ran for 20 minutes around the field. Eh, Nini's here with Mar. They watched me play netball and recorded it. She said I look cute playing netball &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*erh?&lt;/span&gt; I didn't really want to play today, so I took a break&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (A long long break) &lt;/span&gt;and gave my position to Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us vain-ed with Mar's phone. On this one point, I was so bored. I stand up and do this during the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Put your hands in the air, say heyyyyy, hooo, sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y heyyy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Syahrial said I'm darker. Well, there goes my confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnGNzNxHhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Nvp8sUIOAls/s1600-h/asas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnGNzNxHhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Nvp8sUIOAls/s320/asas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294480777339280914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.12 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH GOD!&lt;/span&gt; I found this picture (laugh out loud) This was taken during the school holidays. Look at me, I was wearing my Penang shirt and my dorky glasses &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*what a lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnGfpdnOyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DnU5lBM0GPs/s1600-h/clean_by_TrixyPixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnGfpdnOyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DnU5lBM0GPs/s320/clean_by_TrixyPixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294481083959032610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and waiting for something. Something worth less than a penny. A full waste. A greater satisfaction on the something worth waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6590355483136098932?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6590355483136098932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hit-road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6590355483136098932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6590355483136098932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hit-road-trip.html' title='Hit The Road, TRIP!'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXnF5mMaCEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CV8r2yLT9g0/s72-c/Passed_out_in_class_by_LoveDreamerPeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5210788029736449039</id><published>2009-01-22T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:20:14.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go-Ga-Guys</title><content type='html'>20 things girls want guys to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We love when you cuddle with us.&lt;br /&gt;2. A kiss on the cheek is a definite yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. We want you to put your arm around us at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;4. We don't care if you are the strongest guy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;5. Size doesn't matter so don't tell us.&lt;br /&gt;6. We don't always look our best so get over it.&lt;br /&gt;7. We shouldn't have to plan everything.&lt;br /&gt;8. We're always ready to talk so call us.&lt;br /&gt;9. We're not perfect so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;10. We love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;11. The little things you do mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;12. We're not always girly girls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ehem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. We can like boy stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;14. Cursing and fighting don't impress us.&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't be mean to us to get our attention.&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't tell us who is hot because we don't care.&lt;br /&gt;17. We can tell when you're not listening so listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. When we say we are cold that's our invitation to come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;19. Hugs mean more sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;20. We need your advice sometimes so don't be afraid to give it to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-5210788029736449039?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5210788029736449039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-ga-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5210788029736449039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5210788029736449039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-ga-guys.html' title='Go-Ga-Guys'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-9191610097010955003</id><published>2009-01-22T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:19:03.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for the &lt;strong&gt;netball tournament&lt;/strong&gt; to end because after that, i'll be less busy. Then I've to wait after the &lt;strong&gt;volleyball tournament&lt;/strong&gt; then i'll be free often. Now, I'm so paranoid because I'm scared of getting darker because of all the sports training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I kept forgtting things easily. I'm not sure why &lt;strong&gt;*shesssh&lt;/strong&gt;. Let see what happened today. Okay during physical education. The teacher asked us to count our 'Kadar Nadi Latihan" Well the normal pulse for that is 150 and above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Teacher! I've got the calculation. Mine is 7, 530 pulse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"WHAT?! did you divide with 100?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Oh ada ke? patut lah saya pelik kenapa banyak sangat nadi saya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294012100179705122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 179px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXgb9MvUvSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HEJOtCn58NU/s320/Fraude____by_Holly2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; During Sivik, Me and my group had to stand up because we weren't ready for our presentation. And the teacher&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; deducted 2 marks&lt;/span&gt; for our group.&lt;strong&gt; That's not fair.&lt;/strong&gt; We got so little time to prepare it while the second group have one week to get it done during the Gong Xi Fa Cai. The teacher was teaching about families and &lt;strong&gt;ended up talking about a goat "erh?&lt;/strong&gt; I just can't keep my eyes open and I slept through the whole class. And I'll&lt;strong&gt; try not to cheat&lt;/strong&gt; in my exams in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, there's this vibrant purple coloured car. It ws the&lt;strong&gt; Hitz.Fm.&lt;/strong&gt; The lady said &lt;em&gt;"Come and join us".&lt;/em&gt; Oh man there's prizes. There's the&lt;strong&gt; Neyo brand new album&lt;/strong&gt; *shit. She called five guys to come in front. I pushed Imran in and he got the L'oreal Paris Menexpert, HAHA. Ugh. greatt, my van came. I got home and quickly took my scooter and went back to school. I intend to go at the Hitz.Fm but oh my god! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My crush&lt;/span&gt; is there near by my friend, so I "hanged out" with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said Hi to me &lt;strong&gt;*blushing*&lt;/strong&gt; well, I've to go now, goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm not going for netball today. gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXgcM5PeeaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tCVBdJy_TlU/s1600-h/cf70beec02c9568b2914ce65b133416f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294012369823758754" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 192px; height: 280px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXgcM5PeeaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/tCVBdJy_TlU/s320/cf70beec02c9568b2914ce65b133416f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can love fade and fade &lt;/strong&gt;towards someone in the past. Or it'll just get stronger? Relieved after all of the fights and hurtful moments. Missing all the talkings, sweet memories and laughters together. We just go through as we are &lt;strong&gt;blinded by love&lt;/strong&gt;. That's all in the past, a new someone will might just be &lt;strong&gt;as good as now or even better&lt;/strong&gt;. We'll see.&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/4211087971377154054-9191610097010955003?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/9191610097010955003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/street-smart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9191610097010955003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9191610097010955003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/street-smart.html' title='Street Smart'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXgb9MvUvSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HEJOtCn58NU/s72-c/Fraude____by_Holly2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8214568165261630780</id><published>2009-01-20T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:51:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daring Inner Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Oh man, the teacher kept pounding and pounding more homeworks like hell. For your information, &lt;strong&gt;I broke up with my boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, Shahriel (technically he's my ex now) I'm back to single again, *ugh. Hmm, I rather not talk about the details because, well, come on people this is a public blog *duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(woah, now I've spare my 10 minutes to post this blog)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was a bit tense because my sunsilk conditioner ran out &lt;strong&gt;*god I can be obnoxious&lt;/strong&gt;. And my mum kept telling me this thing that I can't remember. Well it was, hmm, A&lt;strong&gt;NNOYING&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;IRRITATING&lt;/strong&gt;. On my way to class, I saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my senior crush&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my god, he was so cute. I'm a girl, he's a cute guy, do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293260299552791538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXVwMpKFm_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h1kO3N8bOcQ/s320/I_will_go_quietly_vol1_by_jellymeljelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;During science, I was craving for Lipton Iced Lemon Tea. So I asked Rara to catch someone walking by to buy it for me because she was sitting next to the window. &lt;strong&gt;She saw my ex&lt;/strong&gt; (Aiman) and quickly called him to do me a favour. The teacher was explaining, then Aiman came back, sticking his hand through the window holding my money&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;shouted at the whole lab (yes, shouted!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Weh weh, ni duit siapa ni, Lipton dah habis, dah habis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Eh ada apa apa masalah ke tu?"&lt;/span&gt; the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"TAKDA APA APA CIKGU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, &lt;strong&gt;everyone was looking at me&lt;/strong&gt;. I kept putting my face in my book and talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293260304343786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXVwM7AWY4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_HpKxxnwIjU/s320/3a287106670f7196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;During physical education, I just can't stand this two moral girls. They came to the field and this was their conversation&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, it's so hot" &lt;strong&gt;(touching their hairs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh, I'm not going to run six laps, the seniors are there, it's so embarassing" &lt;strong&gt;(touching their hair while WALKING six laps)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god you guys, it's Avinash it's Avinash" &lt;strong&gt;(I don't know who the hell is he)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be my most achievements to &lt;strong&gt;shave their hairs off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8214568165261630780?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8214568165261630780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/daring-inner-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8214568165261630780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8214568165261630780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/daring-inner-thoughts.html' title='Daring Inner Thoughts'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXVwMpKFm_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h1kO3N8bOcQ/s72-c/I_will_go_quietly_vol1_by_jellymeljelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2345914657394033610</id><published>2009-01-16T17:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:15:42.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highest Intuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXBWw3KRzaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7PHSZBcnMP4/s1600-h/heaven_knows_Im_miserable_now_by_shakespeare_sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291824959601102242" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXBWw3KRzaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7PHSZBcnMP4/s320/heaven_knows_Im_miserable_now_by_shakespeare_sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, and my &lt;strong&gt;body was sore&lt;/strong&gt; and I was so tired because yesterday I got netball. I'm still not sure whether I'm going to join the netball team or not. I wanted to try the softball team. Well, never mind. I felt like I wanted to sleep for another 10 years &lt;strong&gt;*well, that's stupid&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh man, I still haven't did my History notes, hmm, it's okay, the teacher won't be asking for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was wrong, after the lesson the teacher;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Alright everybody, send in your notebooks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AH?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Tomorrow cikgu pleaseeeeeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Okay tomorrow but the exercises today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I lap you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I got school tomorrow on Saturday, well &lt;strong&gt;that sucks so much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(It's weird because during primary school I usually love extra classes, exams. But now, all of them are my worst enemy) Oh shoot, I can't go to the &lt;strong&gt;Clinique Event&lt;/strong&gt; on Mont Kiara! &lt;strong&gt;DAYM&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class teacher gave us the PMR candidate form. I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"uuuuuuu, I'm taking PMR man"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our BM teacher went out early, and the class, well, went wild. Rara was so tense, scolding all the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"TOO PLAYFUL TOO PLAYFUL ALL OF YOU GUYS!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;with her fiery eyes to them. Because she didn't want 3 Amanah to be &lt;strong&gt;blacklisted&lt;/strong&gt; again like 2 Amanah last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 pm, I have to go to westar, to do all of my schoolworks. Photostat, binding and all. On my way, I met Hazlin, so I gave her a lift to Melawati. &lt;strong&gt;I like helping people&lt;/strong&gt;. Hazriq called and aked me where I am and with who. Then Zuhair called, asking me to send him to his tuition. I met Zuhair and Naza at 7E. I sent Zuhair and went home. And now, Iskandar texted me, and I'm going to his house after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291824789396419554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 347px; height: 233px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXBWm9GUc-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ucFYV1OuaP0/s320/the_snob_by_RammKitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't feel too good, you're still lower. Stop making your nose higher than your head. It was just a lucky shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I can see that you're insecure&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/4211087971377154054-2345914657394033610?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2345914657394033610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/highest-intuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2345914657394033610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2345914657394033610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/highest-intuation.html' title='Highest Intuation'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SXBWw3KRzaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7PHSZBcnMP4/s72-c/heaven_knows_Im_miserable_now_by_shakespeare_sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-56826160231951863</id><published>2009-01-15T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:31:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Hidden Agendas</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my computer couldn't connect to the internet. I was like &lt;strong&gt;*dup dap dup dap*&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily, I restarted the wireless router and everything was back to normal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291403299581785042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SW7XRBLm89I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OiQTpDbzVTI/s400/busy_by_arseni.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh great, now my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;oh-so-pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; schedule has become &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh-so-so-so pack&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Netball :&lt;/span&gt; Monday to Thursday, 4pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Volleyball :&lt;/span&gt; Monday and Wednesday, 4pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rumah Ungu :&lt;/span&gt; Wednesday, 4pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I have tuition from Monday to Thursday at 8pm. Ain't that awesome? &lt;strong&gt;*fake smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up &lt;strong&gt;40 minutes late today, *gahhhhh&lt;/strong&gt; then I was all over the place. Here and there in the speed oh thunder. Fortunately, I got dressed and took my pills on time *phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not going well&lt;/span&gt; between me and Shahriel *frown. I talked to Ali and Imraan. They're always there for me, especially Ali. Okay enough about that, I don't want to talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During English, the teacher was teaching about adjectives. For example personality. So I shouted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"METROSEXUAL"&lt;/span&gt; well, you guys know who it is. Then the teacher called me. My friends have to describe about me, and this is what I get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute &lt;em&gt;*kembang kempis montot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bit dark complexion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has a dimple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talkative &lt;em&gt;*what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyper &lt;em&gt;*HAH?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two buck teeth &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pecal always do the 'Alriteeee' thing whenever I say 'Ha?' I just want to cut off his head and donate it to the Ministry of Health &lt;strong&gt;*that doesn't make sense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this, I have netball practice *oh goody. Perhaps, i'll tell my future adventure on the next post. Stay beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291403527255666850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SW7XeRVSsKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OQPTDtyN67Y/s400/d920ad1d338e5a3b4d73c02f66862101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With a very &lt;strong&gt;fragile heart&lt;/strong&gt;, everything goes to ashes. We tried to, but failed. Sensitivy of a girl should be taken care of. Can an egoistic takes care of a sensitive girl? Still doesn't ring bell for me. &lt;strong&gt;Once broken, considered sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4211087971377154054-56826160231951863?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/56826160231951863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-hidden-agendas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/56826160231951863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/56826160231951863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-hidden-agendas.html' title='Flying Hidden Agendas'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SW7XRBLm89I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OiQTpDbzVTI/s72-c/busy_by_arseni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-345929819864864882</id><published>2009-01-13T13:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:28:53.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied To The Wheels</title><content type='html'>Finally I can make some time to blog some more. Now, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't even slip eating time&lt;/span&gt; in my oh-so-pack schedule, god. I got &lt;strong&gt;loads of great stuff &lt;/strong&gt;to tell but I know you won't read it one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, after the curriculum activities we all went to my playground and chilling on the resthouse having fun with all of our scooters. They all went back home but a few hours later Ali, Pecal and Edreen came and helped me pumped my scooter's tyres. We &lt;strong&gt;convoy-ed&lt;/strong&gt; all around Melawati, &lt;strong&gt;running away from the cops&lt;/strong&gt; and went to Nini's playground. We do such stupid things and of course, they &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed taking my candid picture. *greattt guys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali forced me to go to Is's house on Sunday. I was halfway there, then it started raining. They cheered at me when I reached there because &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was soaking wet and shaking&lt;/span&gt; because of freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Pecal pretending being a nerd, what a gaylord. *We absolutely got nothing to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-231829b48110c93c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D231829b48110c93c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D932D5C50DA67D01C50A3A971E177017C341360.6E742AE620A7C28271AB018467A38F3DB716C9D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D231829b48110c93c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6cMXc6H0EAUi5GY6x7vsOwWMojo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D231829b48110c93c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331273863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D932D5C50DA67D01C50A3A971E177017C341360.6E742AE620A7C28271AB018467A38F3DB716C9D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D231829b48110c93c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6cMXc6H0EAUi5GY6x7vsOwWMojo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh yess yesterday, the fun part, &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. My scooter broke down at Jalan F when Nabila was riding it. I was so late, I got home at 7.30 with Pecal. I was so tense at that time. Luckily there were Ersyad and Najib helped me. Oh god &lt;strong&gt;I'm so thankful to you guys&lt;/strong&gt; right now. But my dad still doesn't know my scooter is gone, I hope he'll get back later from Lumut later than he supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;*gulp&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! Ersyad just called *he talked so fast, he took care of everything and sent my scooter to a workshop, so I owe him 40 bucks, yeay! &lt;strong&gt;Go Ersyad!&lt;/strong&gt; well, I'll just give him 50 bucks. Hold on, let me check my purse &lt;strong&gt;*butterflies flying out*&lt;/strong&gt; oh damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWw45F4wrPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Hh71kGg-DI4/s1600-h/Diva_by_Dream_traveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290666215737437426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWw45F4wrPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Hh71kGg-DI4/s320/Diva_by_Dream_traveler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stereotyping&lt;/strong&gt;, happens to every high school. Everyone will get&lt;br /&gt;through it. Judging people based on their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cliques and social life&lt;/span&gt;. More like judging, that's what I do. I usually (automatically) judge people. Oh god please erase this horrible behaviour from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-345929819864864882?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=231829b48110c93c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/345929819864864882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tied-to-wheels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/345929819864864882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/345929819864864882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tied-to-wheels.html' title='Tied To The Wheels'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWw45F4wrPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Hh71kGg-DI4/s72-c/Diva_by_Dream_traveler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-5808702218918089965</id><published>2009-01-10T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:56:07.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah- idle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWio6a_wi_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fCAZ7CsJp_Q/s1600-h/sick_by_duhitsmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289663483979271154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWio6a_wi_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fCAZ7CsJp_Q/s320/sick_by_duhitsmia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I THINK I'M GOING TO BE SICK, GOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-I can't think straight, be back shortly&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/4211087971377154054-5808702218918089965?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5808702218918089965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-idle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5808702218918089965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/5808702218918089965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-idle.html' title='Gah- idle'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWio6a_wi_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fCAZ7CsJp_Q/s72-c/sick_by_duhitsmia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4717516700065607735</id><published>2009-01-09T17:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:20:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadside Stream</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to school with Iylia and watched all &lt;strong&gt;the guys playing football *hehe&lt;/strong&gt;. I reached there, I didn't saw Mr. Ikram (my class teacher) there, so I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; it's safe. When I got home, I slept at 7 pm until 5.30 &lt;strong&gt;*woah, like a lazy bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today 09 January 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;During Maths&lt;/span&gt; (Mr.Ikram) Oh shit, I still haven't draw the lines and angles images, so I quickly drew it. &lt;strong&gt;He walked by and say&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You're not done yet with my homework?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No, im drawing the images only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hmm, how can you finish it because yesterday you went to the football field"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like,&lt;strong&gt; DAYMM!&lt;/strong&gt; How did he knew? I swore I didn't saw him at all. Just Hairulsam, that's why I was running around the school frequently because I was wearing shorts. &lt;strong&gt;*HA-HA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Rara : Eh babe, I rasa I nak join softball la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intan : Softball tu apa? Bola Lembut eh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All of us : HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We got home at 12.30 because it's Friday. I was taking my shower, I heard &lt;strong&gt;someone knocking&lt;/strong&gt; on door.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's my sister, looking for my black skinny and asked me to sent her to the LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*krinnggg&lt;/strong&gt; Iylia called asking me to come to Anjung quickly because she was bored. I told her after I send my sister, she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;My sister kept screaming to slow down on the roads and scolding me like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sarah you can't just cut off bla bla bla, this is not a motorcyclists' road bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt; *haih. On the way, I forgot to turn left and end up to Taman Melati. Sheesshh. I U-turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While stopping at the traffic light, Ali called. he &lt;strong&gt;desperately needed my help&lt;/strong&gt;. So I helped him and went to Nabila's house to meet him. Oh there was Imraan too. Imraan sent Ali and I sent Imraan back to his house. I texted Faqrull Imran, sayng that I'm on my way to send Imraan. He asked me to wit for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him and headed off to KFC (he said he's treating me today) I called Zuhair to come along, so, the three of us had lunch at KFC. Talking, joking, catching up with everything. Nabila had tuition on that time. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, &lt;strong&gt;it's the cops!&lt;/strong&gt; Luckily he didn't saw Imran riding my scooter because he was looking at me and smiling *ewww. Then I sent Imran home then I got back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I think &lt;strong&gt;I want to fetch my little brother home&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I miss that little fella&lt;/span&gt;. He's 8 years old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWccfqbnIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3OZ1MXqwLiU/s1600-h/ZARIEF.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289227617661559490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWccfqbnIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3OZ1MXqwLiU/s320/ZARIEF.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Abang Ayep, Abang Ayep dah ada girlfriend belum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zarief :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*shook his head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Wah siapa? Cantik tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zarief :&lt;/span&gt; Alanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;Fuyoo, dia suka Abang Ayep lah ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zarief :&lt;/span&gt; Oh tak, Abang Ayep je suka dia, dia tak suka Abang Ayep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; So itu kira girlfriend lah tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zarief :&lt;/span&gt; Entah la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4717516700065607735?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4717516700065607735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/roadside-stream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4717516700065607735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4717516700065607735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/roadside-stream.html' title='Roadside Stream'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWccfqbnIsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3OZ1MXqwLiU/s72-c/ZARIEF.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-416321985162364301</id><published>2009-01-08T15:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:52:45.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal Actions On Stray</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yesterday 07 January 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking my evening nap, then Iskandar called me asking me to follow Iylia. &lt;strong&gt;She drove her mom's honda.&lt;/strong&gt; *I know right? I told him, I wanted to sleep so yeah I continued my sleeping. At 6.30, Yud called me &lt;strong&gt;she's coming with Iylia&lt;/strong&gt;. Mannnn, I was tired, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iylia drove the car so fast while on the phone calling and texing&lt;/span&gt;. Shit, the police! All right, everyone! &lt;strong&gt;Seat belts and make the most matured face you can&lt;/strong&gt;. We looked at the cops like&lt;strong&gt; 'ssupp?' face&lt;/strong&gt;, HA-HA. Iylia was driving so fast and cutting lines. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my tuition and it was Geography subject on that night. Before the teacher went in our class, Iqbal and his friends was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;making fun of the teacher.&lt;/span&gt; We laughed (But I didn't say anything because I haven't see the teacher yet) Iqbal was right, the teacher was a soft type of guy.&lt;br /&gt;But, the best part was, &lt;strong&gt;he makes the Geography PMR questions&lt;/strong&gt; *hek eleh, we don't do examiners, we take who made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12, I wished Imran happy birthday, but mannn, I was second. Zuhair wished him first, apart from a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today 08 January 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum I was going to school with my scooter. She was furious more than a lioness is furious *erh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWdjkK-LjxI/AAAAAAAAAII/i6jzPawU7Zg/s1600-h/Banana_Phone_by_EmilySomething.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305760441536274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWdjkK-LjxI/AAAAAAAAAII/i6jzPawU7Zg/s320/Banana_Phone_by_EmilySomething.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Eh, karang kau bawak masuk longkang ke apa, mati mak bapak kena masuk penjara tau!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Adik bawak all this time, tak mati pun, elok je"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Jangan nak mengada mengada haaa, sama ada pergi dengan mama or ayah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"whatever"&lt;/span&gt; *hung up&lt;br /&gt;*called back &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Dah, esok pergi sekolah dengan mama, jangan nak cari pasal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"whatever"&lt;/span&gt; hung up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, I'm so rude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-416321985162364301?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/416321985162364301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/illegal-actions-on-stray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/416321985162364301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/416321985162364301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/illegal-actions-on-stray.html' title='Illegal Actions On Stray'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWdjkK-LjxI/AAAAAAAAAII/i6jzPawU7Zg/s72-c/Banana_Phone_by_EmilySomething.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7660440298175111395</id><published>2009-01-07T15:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:46:15.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Like A Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWRcGMcKmHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/K6hYscZzCWc/s1600-h/Shocked_by_digitalholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288453123928135794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWRcGMcKmHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/K6hYscZzCWc/s320/Shocked_by_digitalholic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH BABY! &lt;strong&gt;My dad gave me permission&lt;/strong&gt; to ride my scooter to school, woo hoo. *just now I've to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get away from the cops&lt;/span&gt;, greatt. So I lied to my mum saying that I went to school with my dad *sorry ma. I reached school and it was freaking cold I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Agama, me and my friends took off our scarfs and went down to science lab. On the way down, &lt;strong&gt;shit!&lt;/strong&gt; our ustazah is still at the corridor. God, &lt;strong&gt;we can't let her see us like this&lt;/strong&gt;. We used the boy's stairs, but our ustazah went down one level as well. Ergh, we had no choice but to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;face her&lt;/span&gt;. She was staring at us, I was so scared, I felt I wanted to pee in my pants. Luckily, she was telling my friend that her kurung was a bit revealing &lt;strong&gt;*phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Our science period was in between our recess time, the teacher asked us to have our recess with the form 4 and 5. But majority wanted to have a normal time recess. Damn. I wanted to see all the &lt;strong&gt;cute seniors, HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah yes, school's over. I saw all the new form 1. So small like &lt;strong&gt;tiny people&lt;/strong&gt;. *erh? Emilia, Imraan and Nabila, all of them asked me the same thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Send me home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they was all like &lt;em&gt;"hey, sarah hantar I la", "No, I la" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;At the end I sent Imraan home.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I'm more of&lt;strong&gt; a driver&lt;/strong&gt; to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;strong&gt;Secret Recipe &lt;/strong&gt;and went home, I texted Ereen, she said she just reached &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;greattt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWRdlR0ZP0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/xiGsR5OgvwI/s1600-h/Study_Hard_by_shesjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288454757459509058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWRdlR0ZP0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/xiGsR5OgvwI/s320/Study_Hard_by_shesjack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does really studying hard or gifted with knowledge can make you success? Well, guess, it's an easy one.&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/4211087971377154054-7660440298175111395?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7660440298175111395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/study-like-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7660440298175111395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7660440298175111395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/study-like-dog.html' title='Study Like A Dog'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWRcGMcKmHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/K6hYscZzCWc/s72-c/Shocked_by_digitalholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7893890372089654518</id><published>2009-01-06T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:51:27.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So How Was It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/strong&gt; It's a miracle. I found my cousin's laptop and my wireless is still functioning. I'm so grateful now. As you all know, at the moment,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I can't go online willy nilly&lt;/span&gt; because I'm taking a big exam this year. But still, I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.45 am! I know, for me, it's way early, &lt;strong&gt;(way way early)&lt;/strong&gt; but I was excited to go to school. I got to school, and met all of my friends. Ah yes, &lt;strong&gt;I miss the old times&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWMZ3r3hf7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qFQtFA0nlQI/s1600-h/I_LOVE_SCHOOL_by_UntamedXExpression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288098831922200498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWMZ3r3hf7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qFQtFA0nlQI/s320/I_LOVE_SCHOOL_by_UntamedXExpression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Imraan and Ali's name wasn't in any class list, so they decided to sit in our class. Yeay! With them, it's like &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a whole new adventure in comedy all day (including chaos).&lt;/span&gt; It was great having them but came Nabila, she said they both have to be in class Kreatif. Aww man. So Don was the only class clown.&lt;br /&gt;In class, our class teacher asked us to nominate one of us to be the &lt;strong&gt;class monitor&lt;/strong&gt;, but no one did. He had no choice but to pick himself. he &lt;strong&gt;chose Zuhair&lt;/strong&gt;, HAHA. Well well Zuhair, you got a lot of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; coming ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;During English :&lt;/span&gt; My teacher asked who's our role model. I didn't quite hear the role word so I was the only one shouted &lt;strong&gt;"MEGAN FOX!" &lt;/strong&gt;Then she said, &lt;strong&gt;"What? Dragon Fox?"&lt;/strong&gt; greaatttt, so everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;During recess :&lt;/span&gt; I asked Ali to fill my scooter's gas. He laughed and told all of us that I was afraid to fill up my own scooter's gas. &lt;strong&gt;I'm now a joke&lt;/strong&gt; to them, well, whatever, HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Now, 02.30pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Ali then gave my scooter's keys. Then I met Adib, so I talked and chatted with him. Talking about school, realationships, my ex (HAHA) A few minutes later, Ali came, he said he spilled a bit of diesel at my scooter. Thank god &lt;strong&gt;my scooter didn't blow up&lt;/strong&gt; when I was riding it. I sent Adib at school. &lt;strong&gt;Funny story&lt;/strong&gt;, I haven't stop my scooter yet, he was already trying to get down, so as conclusion, &lt;strong&gt;he fell!&lt;/strong&gt; HA-HA, sorry Adib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWMZJcWNblI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xSzplvW3bWo/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288098037481958994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWMZJcWNblI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xSzplvW3bWo/s320/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;beautiful songs with the guitar&lt;/span&gt;. Soothing through our mind and soul and another easy way to express our feelins and emotions. Telling someone a true story &lt;strong&gt;without being told&lt;/strong&gt;. Guitar players are considered art people, which they have great imaginations and a high skill of creativy. Creating something different and unique yet beautiful is one of &lt;strong&gt;their passion&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s; Now, it's even harder for me to surf the internet with tons of homework and tuitions cramping in my schedule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-7893890372089654518?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7893890372089654518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-was-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7893890372089654518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7893890372089654518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-how-was-it.html' title='So How Was It?'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SWMZ3r3hf7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/qFQtFA0nlQI/s72-c/I_LOVE_SCHOOL_by_UntamedXExpression.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3488964951319299422</id><published>2009-01-03T22:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:17:01.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck At Dead End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV-BGPA-79I/AAAAAAAAAHY/QoxLsa4byks/s1600-h/Seamstress_by_Dar1nka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV-BGPA-79I/AAAAAAAAAHY/QoxLsa4byks/s320/Seamstress_by_Dar1nka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287086431666106322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mm-hm, today was a bit weird because i did a lot of girl stuff, I mean like cooking and sewing,&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I know, but believe me, I did. But Shahriel just can't believe it, whatever. I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mum homemade wholewheat bread&lt;/span&gt;, then today, she taught me how to do it. It was awesome, so damn easy (sorry for the word)&lt;br /&gt;The next thing, I still haven't put on my name tags and badges on my uniforms and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; school is going to start in just a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ma, please sew this for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"You're a big girl, you can't expect me to do every-- bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hishh, fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tried my luck, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sew cutely, HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, (seriously, im not joking)&lt;br /&gt;I was sewing with my mum while online at the same time, my mum asked me to download her songs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dayangku Intan, Spring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*like in the 19th century&lt;/span&gt;. At that point, I was entertaining her with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cavemen songs&lt;/span&gt;. greattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went to Pavilion, I didn't tag along because I knew I won't get anything, HAHA. he wanted to see my sister working there. Oh oh, and my mum bought me the accessories just like my sisters' at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evita Peroni&lt;/span&gt; --whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Alright, everyone has a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; New Year resolution&lt;/span&gt;. And here's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Try to eat only bread and egg for one and a half month"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yeah I need to diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-3488964951319299422?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3488964951319299422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuck-at-dead-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3488964951319299422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3488964951319299422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuck-at-dead-end.html' title='Stuck At Dead End'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV-BGPA-79I/AAAAAAAAAHY/QoxLsa4byks/s72-c/Seamstress_by_Dar1nka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-2549410975812332819</id><published>2009-01-01T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:38:36.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Scruffy One</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two Thousand and Nine&lt;/span&gt;. New Year people. Oh god I'm getting older and that means, *yeah you know it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt;. So, I think I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;won't be able to often update my blog&lt;/span&gt; because I'm so sure my mom is going to take the wireless away. Greattttt. But I'll try my best. (Look at the post date, it's 2009, ain't that cool?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at us, gay-ing all around. Location: Nab's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0BgJRWwNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fTNb-XZSZUQ/s1600-h/l_a3b98d9e2424488bb185fdc0d1814842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0BgJRWwNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fTNb-XZSZUQ/s320/l_a3b98d9e2424488bb185fdc0d1814842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383189358985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0Bgacrb1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GMKXINXVkLg/s1600-h/l_bbb1aaa63d034e6b81eafbf22cf86d71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0Bgacrb1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GMKXINXVkLg/s320/l_bbb1aaa63d034e6b81eafbf22cf86d71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383193969880914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0Bfstq6SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Nm8rt2moarc/s1600-h/l_035313e701894766bfc3c3aff21c3ab7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0Bfstq6SI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Nm8rt2moarc/s320/l_035313e701894766bfc3c3aff21c3ab7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383181693118754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0BfcY3N_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DuIvJKQC960/s1600-h/l_d5800bfdf2974ed1a9793ceab3de6ee0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0BfcY3N_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/DuIvJKQC960/s320/l_d5800bfdf2974ed1a9793ceab3de6ee0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286383177310877682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Im with my geeky new specs while eating a candy cane from Hong Kong Nabila gave me. Yeah, I know, I'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Do I Meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuhair*white shirt (2002) Oh that's easy, he kicked me then I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Nabila (2004) I was talking to someone then came out of nowhere peeping beside the door "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar*green shirt (2007) Can't recall, HAHA *maybe because we're in the same cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0MW1FYVbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CrwS0SLfqLE/s1600-h/Call_by_Sophie0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0MW1FYVbI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CrwS0SLfqLE/s320/Call_by_Sophie0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286395123949131186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We talked when we're down. Especially when we're occuring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nervous breakdown&lt;/span&gt;. Talking makes us feel better, expressing deeper in our thoughts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Calling someone for a chat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;texting someone to be thought of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; seeing someone for comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-2549410975812332819?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2549410975812332819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-scruffy-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2549410975812332819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/2549410975812332819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-scruffy-one.html' title='It&apos;s A Scruffy One'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SV0BgJRWwNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fTNb-XZSZUQ/s72-c/l_a3b98d9e2424488bb185fdc0d1814842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4330183080727550213</id><published>2008-12-31T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:08:22.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Food Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my sister's clothes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I know she's going to be furious &lt;/span&gt;I went to Nab's house with Iskandar. We went online, doing her house like our house. Oh then came Imraan, I don't understand why he had to sit on the second floor (at the balcony) while talking to us. So Nab &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;threw her phone &lt;/span&gt;up to Imraan, *phew thank god he caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdyqP8LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qoQ3k30PMJ0/s1600-h/Fruit_Frenzy_by_marie_catss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdyqP8LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qoQ3k30PMJ0/s320/Fruit_Frenzy_by_marie_catss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964234999460018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Zuhair called, he wanted to come too, so I picked him up. After that, we cooked maggi. Well actually it's fo me. It was delicious because it was four of us cooked it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; with love&lt;/span&gt;. But Zuhair just poured in whatever ingredients that's near him, like pepper, salt, *what the heck, he's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making a garbage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home, we all vain-ed with Nabila's webcam, HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today 31 December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maisarah invited me to go to KL today, so yeah I went to KL today, met Iylia, Nabila, Nazrin, Rara, Shahriel, Iskandar, Intan and Hazriq.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit late to meet Iskandar at Wangsa Maju, this is what he texted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"TENGAH TUNGGU ALIEN SEBENARNYA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked in my purse, oh shit, my 50 dolar, I went back home but it wasn't there. I got back at the busstop and it was in my purse, I didn't saw it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greattttt! &lt;/span&gt;The four of us had lunch at KLCC(Iylia, Is, and Shahriel) Then we met Rara and Mai. We planned to go to Curve, but nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdkSTInI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oLXdWUnODaQ/s1600-h/WEWY__Bully_by_jig_chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdkSTInI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oLXdWUnODaQ/s320/WEWY__Bully_by_jig_chan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964231140909682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister called, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was so mad&lt;/span&gt; about her clothes! She shouted so loud my eardrum was about to burst, god. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I've told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Histeria'&lt;/span&gt; I sat with Shahriel ,my boyf, duh. But instead, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;he screamed a lot&lt;/span&gt;, heh, my hero. We ate at Oldtown, oh and they all enjoyed taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my idiotic pictures&lt;/span&gt;. Fine. I got home early with Iskandar. My mom asked me to come and eat at the playground, it's like a gathering or something for new year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Free food, I'm on!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*gosh, I sounded like a guy&lt;/span&gt;. And now, I'm at Adam's laughing at their stupid jokes while they enjoy bullying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdn2KgZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gi7YWm4Utvs/s1600-h/Childhood_Imagination_by_AshAbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdn2KgZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gi7YWm4Utvs/s320/Childhood_Imagination_by_AshAbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285964232096645522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lasagna&lt;/span&gt;, that's what Idin and Adam said. And why? because Garfield loves Lasagna. I know, they're just kids, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many kinds of imagination&lt;/span&gt;. That's why, sometimes we underestimated kids abilities of a wide range of imagination. Their brain can make any kind of imagination and invent&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; something stupid yet effective and creative&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4330183080727550213?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4330183080727550213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/recent-food-conversation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4330183080727550213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4330183080727550213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/recent-food-conversation.html' title='Recent Food Conversation'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVuEdyqP8LI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qoQ3k30PMJ0/s72-c/Fruit_Frenzy_by_marie_catss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8076509134418618693</id><published>2008-12-29T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:49:05.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVoMO_j9QvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FRzKD6rgjcQ/s1600-h/nerdoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVoMO_j9QvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FRzKD6rgjcQ/s320/nerdoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285550564392649458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Monday, my mom still got her day off, greatt, now I can't go anywhere. Hazriq invited me tot his some gathering, well, it lokks like i'm not going to come, sorry hazriq. Oh man, I can't remember what I did today, shitt, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*that's why, eating too many ants&lt;/span&gt;, HA-HA. Oh oh, I got my new specs, haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nerd alert!&lt;/span&gt; I chatted with Kem kem, he got a new specs too. Woah, two nerds bonding today. I asked my mum where's she going, she said she's picking my sister up at Wangsa Maju.&lt;br /&gt;She's working night shift today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"OH MAAA, wait, i want to follow i want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to follow"&lt;/span&gt; --whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there just on time. Then I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well hello there employed person!"&lt;/span&gt; yeah I know, I can be very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so my sister told me about this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Russian customer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Russian: Well I'm from Moscow Russia, i speak English --very little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissa    : yeah okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Russian: I need this, size Small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissa    : *taking the shirt* here you go, small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Russian: No no, i need small, small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissa    : This is small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Russian: No, small, small, very little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissa   : This is small, small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHA, I know, what a drama. Oh yeah, she said working at boutiques was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a walk in the park&lt;/span&gt;. She underestimated this kind of job. And, after work, she became all cranky and tense.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking and then "Sarah, can you just shut up!" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BLAGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was trying my luck to ask my mum to buy some junkfood, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh god I'm getting fatter by the minute)&lt;/span&gt; I knew she would say no because it was late. I tried, and my mum said "Let's go to 7E" OH MY GOD, it worked! I still can't believe myself, or was she on crack? *nahhhhhh that's mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVoMagCKFPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JWqtL8v88U4/s1600-h/school_day_by_br3athless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVoMagCKFPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/JWqtL8v88U4/s320/school_day_by_br3athless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285550762087814386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of us call it the torture chamber but luckily, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends to cheer up our day&lt;/span&gt;. That's the reason I love school (i do enjoy Maths, I'm a live geek) Our own story to tell, mischiefs and havocs. Making a long lasting&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; memory together&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well, back to school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*kringgg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8076509134418618693?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8076509134418618693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/unconditional-comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8076509134418618693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8076509134418618693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/unconditional-comeback.html' title='Unconditional Comeback'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVoMO_j9QvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FRzKD6rgjcQ/s72-c/nerdoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3055941673135787304</id><published>2008-12-28T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:15:04.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Speech Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SViTHU8jg0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/v5fC_5cLqYQ/s1600-h/Crying_Herself_to_Death_II_by_xTwistofFatex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SViTHU8jg0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/v5fC_5cLqYQ/s320/Crying_Herself_to_Death_II_by_xTwistofFatex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285135916810339138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bang Leonardio DeCaprio was in front of me&lt;/span&gt;. My sister was watching Titanic. HAHA, what? you guys think Leonardio DeCaprio is going to come to Melawati and stand in front of me. Oh man, Titanic was so touching, I wanted to cry, but I've to suck it all up, because my sister was there, and i'll be a joke to her if I cry. At the end of the story, i said to my sister &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's it?"&lt;/span&gt; But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i was crying hard&lt;/span&gt; inside, HA-HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I'm almost out of credits, so i quickly went to the mamak. Hmm, same place same mamak man. I didn't shower the whole day *gross, I know. I was sleeping at 7 pm oh then came &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the person who gave me life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"SARAH HANES! bangun, dah maghrib! mandi tidak apa tidak, pergi sembahyang, mandi, awak tu perempuan bla bla bla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Aaa yee maa, jangan lah bising"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Maghrib prayer and went to my dad's to take a shower. But I didn't, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I continued sleeping&lt;/span&gt;. I was hungry, so I ordered Mcdonald. It came about an hour *i know, late, but it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;The rider talked to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mcd: Ini rumah family ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me  : Oh yeah, ayah semua ada ha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*cuak kau&lt;/span&gt;, rumah mak kat sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mcd: *so confused face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me  : Oh haah, kelakar kan? tahuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mcd: *while getting my change* Oh takpa, saya faham, saya faham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA-HA, the same reaction I get from eveybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SViTRhoTIeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Iz3or__JwLc/s1600-h/DIRTY_MONEY_by_cinnamonhotdogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SViTRhoTIeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Iz3or__JwLc/s320/DIRTY_MONEY_by_cinnamonhotdogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285136092013732322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This piece of paper can make us bow down, killing each other. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone's aftering it. Some say money is happiness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t a permanent happiness&lt;/span&gt;, just a temporary happiness. Real happiness are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love, true friends and family&lt;/span&gt;. But we can't buy it with money, those happiness are priceless, so&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; cherish your every moment with the priceless things in your life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-3055941673135787304?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3055941673135787304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/forbidden-speech-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3055941673135787304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3055941673135787304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/forbidden-speech-of-life.html' title='Forbidden Speech Of Life'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SViTHU8jg0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/v5fC_5cLqYQ/s72-c/Crying_Herself_to_Death_II_by_xTwistofFatex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-6385157929979090062</id><published>2008-12-27T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:07:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try And Find Me</title><content type='html'>My sister asked me to wake up at 7 am to get her job at Guess pavilion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*yeah right  she woke up at 2 pm!&lt;/span&gt; At 1 pm, my mum forced me to go to my neighbour's wedding, well, the only purpose I went to every wedding is to look at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute guys&lt;/span&gt;, HA-HA, just look, nothing much, because I have my boyfriend. Oh and at the wedding, my mum kept embarassing me in front of her friends telling I'm not a diet and stuff &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ll eyes&lt;/span&gt;, try and live with that. Forgot to mention, I met Nini's brother, Faiz, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Me and my sister went to KLCC. She wanted to try her luck to get a job there *By that, she wouldn't have to  walk all the way to Pavilion. Unfortunately, she didn't got any. She was like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'sold out'&lt;/span&gt; HA-HA. Oh and Iskandar called, he said he's at Armand's. They planned to go to Pavilion after this, so yeah, why not we just meet up right? Eyeen invited some of us to go out today, but not many of us can make it, plus, some of us were out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZen3INTFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hPLC8-9oUNY/s1600-h/robot_dance_vol_II_by_asndra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZen3INTFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hPLC8-9oUNY/s320/robot_dance_vol_II_by_asndra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284515251672140882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my sister didn't have any choice but to go to Pavilion. There were many&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weirdo guys&lt;/span&gt; walking so close to me, like tried to breath near my neck, ergh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's annoying&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, maybe I can meet Iskandar and all. She's halfway to get the job at Guess, the staff had to confirm it first. We were walking by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tommy Hilfiger&lt;/span&gt;, and there's a job vacancy. I pointed that to my sister. She went straight right in, oh and she got the job, she starts tomorrow *I know, early right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Burger King, because we can get&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; free refills&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAY!&lt;/span&gt; I like free sutff, well who doesn't. So yeah then we got home, I called Ereen and Imran, they were both at KL, but separately.&lt;br /&gt;Here's who went out today, separately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shahriel, Iskandar and Armand&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyeen and Emilia&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran and his cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*funny thing, we didn't even bump into each other, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went to emi's house to accompany her all alone on her house, and we went to Yud's house, HAHA. I chatted with Hannah, Shahriel, Iskandar and Armand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZeoQBFBlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1l-iFYSXOSo/s1600-h/hannah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZeoQBFBlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1l-iFYSXOSo/s320/hannah.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284515258353124946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZeoNxbwYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_BfAOSm-9kc/s1600-h/asasasa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZeoNxbwYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_BfAOSm-9kc/s320/asasasa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284515257750634882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at them, all gay in front of the computer, HA-HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first picture; hannah, second picture; shahriel, ofie, iskandar and armand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm still thinking, there's none of my friends even think to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throw a New Year's Eve party&lt;/span&gt;, sheesh, come on, one of you, make a hell of a party. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*easy for me to say&lt;/span&gt;, HA-HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZfiqulsdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G63H0w4Tv3s/s1600-h/Behind_Closed_Doors_by_LindaD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZfiqulsdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/G63H0w4Tv3s/s320/Behind_Closed_Doors_by_LindaD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284516261955744210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; superior&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Girls or Boys?&lt;/span&gt; Some say genetically boys are superior than girls, it's scientific fact. I think they're true, but not all women are weak. I can tick off when someone say women are weak, dude, what century are you in? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Girls happen to be in the army&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;girls happen to be police officers&lt;/span&gt;. And who's imagination is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wider and bolder&lt;/span&gt;, the guys or the girls? You tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-6385157929979090062?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6385157929979090062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/try-and-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6385157929979090062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/6385157929979090062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/try-and-find-me.html' title='Try And Find Me'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVZen3INTFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hPLC8-9oUNY/s72-c/robot_dance_vol_II_by_asndra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-3253941373603536816</id><published>2008-12-26T22:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:35:35.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>I woke and realized my cat was beside me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milo, he's so gedik&lt;/span&gt;. Well, this cat is a bit different because he won't wake up even if I shake him *yeah I know right. My mum woke me up to buy my school books at 9 am. Unfortunately, she left me because I woke up at 11 am, HA-HA. But she fetch me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I met Naza at the bookstore. My mom talked to one of my sister's friend Intan. Well her younger sister is the same age as me, then my mom said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why tak bertegur pun?"&lt;/span&gt; I was like, "maaa, I don't really know her" Oh Shit, I forgot to bring my cellphone. When I got home, I got 4 missed calls from Nabila. Haha, sorry Nab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh oh, I just bought a new spectacles. You guys know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm super blind&lt;/span&gt; right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVTtVGZkASI/AAAAAAAAAFI/U5mwKiUlTxo/s1600-h/My_favourite_game_by_VladimirBorowicz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVTtVGZkASI/AAAAAAAAAFI/U5mwKiUlTxo/s320/My_favourite_game_by_VladimirBorowicz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284109209563300130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister got hungry because my mum still haven't cook lunch. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she's rampaging&lt;/span&gt; around the house. Then I took my evening nap, I was woke up by her, the rampage woman, saying she got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a job at Guess in Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;. I've been sleeping a lot lately, oh god, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;am I going to die?&lt;/span&gt; Ah that's great, so she won't be bugging me onlining anymore. I think i'll be sending her to the bus stop everyday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be following her tomorrow to Pavilion, and she's wearing all of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my good clothes&lt;/span&gt;, greatttt. I got a text message from Ereen&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; "Let's hangout tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orrow"&lt;/span&gt; HA-HA, well I guess I'll just meet you guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVTtUggyR6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TGGv5UZhL5I/s1600-h/best_friends_by_Yaychi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVTtUggyR6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TGGv5UZhL5I/s320/best_friends_by_Yaychi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284109199393048482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remembered all the fights we've been through, the laughs we've been shared. All the great memories, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our bonding together&lt;/span&gt;. Well, all of that was in the past and always will be. I'm lying if I say I'm not going to miss it. Surely i will. But we should&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; look ahead&lt;/span&gt; now, try to be better. Especially to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my dear three friends&lt;/span&gt;, which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I conclude that maybe we're not going to be as we used to. &lt;/span&gt;So please prove me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-3253941373603536816?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3253941373603536816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/coincidence-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3253941373603536816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/3253941373603536816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/coincidence-heartbreak.html' title='Coincidence Heartbreak'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVTtVGZkASI/AAAAAAAAAFI/U5mwKiUlTxo/s72-c/My_favourite_game_by_VladimirBorowicz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-9038204312493577226</id><published>2008-12-25T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:13:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Might Kill Me</title><content type='html'>My mum woke me up quickly, I was like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a? What? Where's the fire?"&lt;/span&gt; Actually she wanted to go to the new Jaya Jusco in Keramat *hek eleh. Plus, to buy my school uniform as well. Oh well okay, I got dressed and all and we headed off. I think they wanted to make it like a more of a Pavilion kind, well, you're halfway there. SO! The tough part, finding my size, usually my size sells like hot cakes. We asked all the workers there, same feedback &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"all out" &lt;/span&gt;greatttt, It seems like I'm going to school naked. *nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go to Wangsa maju instead, ah yes! they got my size. Oh I met Danny "Hai Danny!" We had lunch at Laksa Shack, and now, I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksa Shack freak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I forgot, today's christmas. HO HO HO,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS ALL!&lt;/span&gt; especially to Yudish. She invited me to a Christmas celebration at her house, but my mom had an off day, so I can't took my scooter out. sheesh. I really wanted to meet Nabila, but my mum is going back to work on Tuesday, so it's hard for me to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; sneak off&lt;/span&gt;. It has been two days since I last saw Zuhair and Iskandar, it's weird because I usually meet them almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on the way to the Jaya Jusco, Imraan called me. He talked like a perky girl like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey babe"&lt;/span&gt; whatever thingy, iwas like, what the hell man? Are you on crack? HA-HA, but actually he wanted to borrow my scooter, I can give it, but the thing is, both of my mum and dad had a day off, so I can't sorry Imraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my friends&lt;/span&gt; now, all of them. I think, on Tuesday, Im going to meet up all of my friends. Even if I have to go to each of their houses, *beraya la sikit &lt;33&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSQD1e6M1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/w30_HOVjdyY/s320/l_7a67470c3fd04cfca4258b6519d18186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284006658383164242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSPUFp8crI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8hL_qDnx2Hs/s1600-h/l_751b52200bcc435daff9370dbca5d532.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSPUFp8crI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8hL_qDnx2Hs/s320/l_751b52200bcc435daff9370dbca5d532.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284005838090695346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSLnaTi4VI/AAAAAAAAADw/TxO6rWgW6do/s1600-h/l_7117718c550f40c6aa2621f4b6833ea2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSLnaTi4VI/AAAAAAAAADw/TxO6rWgW6do/s320/l_7117718c550f40c6aa2621f4b6833ea2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284001772004893010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSLnhEomGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cGrq2eQVfsg/s1600-h/l_859c9b06091746c38d5095eddf4af8f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSLnhEomGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cGrq2eQVfsg/s320/l_859c9b06091746c38d5095eddf4af8f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284001773821401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSLnhEomGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cGrq2eQVfsg/s1600-h/l_859c9b06091746c38d5095eddf4af8f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSQ6_KzYsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pxNy0Scf71U/s1600-h/i_hate_pink_green_and_yellow_by_mehmeturgut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSQ6_KzYsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pxNy0Scf71U/s320/i_hate_pink_green_and_yellow_by_mehmeturgut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284007605875991234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's time to get out of that someone else's shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Be As Unique As You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;, Breathe A New Air&lt;/span&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/4211087971377154054-9038204312493577226?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/9038204312493577226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-might-kill-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9038204312493577226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/9038204312493577226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-might-kill-me.html' title='It Might Kill Me'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVSQD1e6M1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/w30_HOVjdyY/s72-c/l_7a67470c3fd04cfca4258b6519d18186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-7554437722217972391</id><published>2008-12-24T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:13:43.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Chick - A - Roo</title><content type='html'>I'm too tired to go out today, so did Iskandar but Nab asked us to go to her house, but we said some other time aite? I'm still frustrated because I still haven't got my Seventeen December issue. I need to send this entry form, so  i went to the 7 Eleven to buy some envelopes. Oh, it was my neighbour worked as a cashier, I barely even knew him, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first word &lt;/span&gt;I spoke to him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ha, berapa?"&lt;/span&gt; usually with some new we say "Hi!" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA-H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home but then I got this craving for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twisties Lurve&lt;/span&gt; chips, I know I can be very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unpredictible&lt;/span&gt; at some point. I went back to 7 Eleven. On the way home, I went on the wrong way, I went on the street where it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the police territory&lt;/span&gt;. Oh Shit! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five cops&lt;/span&gt; looked at me, so I made my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; 'Hey-I'm-Eighteen years old- And-I'm-Mature'&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just got back from the driving license thingy, then she asked me to drove my mum's car without her permission. I was like, are you crazy woman? Do you want to kill people? You gotta have an adult permission &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*woah, spoken like a true responsible per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;, haha. So that night, my dad got home, and it's time for my sister to try driving, oh my god! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all set to go in the Mercedes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ceh&lt;/span&gt;. But my sister got scared and just froze there. So my dad asked me to drive first, to show to my sister how to drive &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*i was so proud&lt;/span&gt;, HA-HA. I drove to Deen because my dad wanted to eat. Plus my sister wanted to eat Roti Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm not sure why they call it Roti Boom, maybe the inventor was experimenting something new and then heard an explosion, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOM!&lt;/span&gt; there was Roti Boom&lt;/span&gt;, okay enough crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVNm03lrPuI/AAAAAAAAADI/HVpRLSxEtrU/s1600-h/Women_Drivers_by_Glamourpuss15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVNm03lrPuI/AAAAAAAAADI/HVpRLSxEtrU/s320/Women_Drivers_by_Glamourpuss15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283679846296927970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got home, I forced my sister to drive, because she's the one who's going to take the licence, not me. So yeah, we switched places and she started driving. My dad says, if she's not confident enough, she should hit the breaks. It was funny how she drove it, she became panic with her surroundings, even a kid walked around (not in front of the car) she screams. She was shaking, literally! HA-HA, well newbies. My dad asked to turn left she breaks, when my dad asked to turn left, she breaks. She breaks almost all the time. For a while, she got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took a spin in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Land Rover truck&lt;/span&gt;, so I sat at the back of the truck in the open air. I thought he was going around the neighbourhood, but he went to Kampung Kemensah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*semi-forest place&lt;/span&gt;. I was a bit spooky going trough the woods but extremely cold, even more when I was wearing my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVNk61mWRCI/AAAAAAAAADA/vTomdVdDdU8/s1600-h/Scared_am_I_by_StaBy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVNk61mWRCI/AAAAAAAAADA/vTomdVdDdU8/s320/Scared_am_I_by_StaBy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283677749818836002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frustration&lt;/span&gt; can be harmless but yet, they can be so powerful until the one has to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'give-up'&lt;/span&gt;. Powerful frustration is about love. Some powerful frustration can cause mental damage, the one can become a killer, obsesser, revengeful. Take care of our heart and emotions, as it is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; our first and last&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seduction leads to destruction&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-7554437722217972391?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7554437722217972391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/mega-chick-roo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7554437722217972391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/7554437722217972391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/mega-chick-roo.html' title='Mega Chick - A - Roo'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVNm03lrPuI/AAAAAAAAADI/HVpRLSxEtrU/s72-c/Women_Drivers_by_Glamourpuss15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-4611828512839934998</id><published>2008-12-23T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:42:07.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine Crooks</title><content type='html'>I woke up today and felt so hot, i tried to open the fans, then my maid said, the electric is going to be back on at 7 pm due to some technical difficulties. Oh yeah I forgot, Zuhair had told me about that last night. Hmm, what to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Kring Kring&lt;/span&gt;, ah yes! Zuhair called, he said he was hungry, so yeah I got dressed and pick him up to go to Is's house. We met Iskandar and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the three of us rode the scooter&lt;/span&gt; to get some lunch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*umph, suit yourself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHzUFdFuzI/AAAAAAAAACo/wzyyKFAmIac/s1600-h/Stop_Staring_At_Me_by_Milk_ManOfPlyiersInc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHzUFdFuzI/AAAAAAAAACo/wzyyKFAmIac/s320/Stop_Staring_At_Me_by_Milk_ManOfPlyiersInc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283271364269423410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to ask you, do I look like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live alien f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rom Jupiter?&lt;/span&gt; People kept staring at me, Im not sure why,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's disturbing, sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I ordered teh-o-ais limau, as usual when I go to Mamak. Dude, it was so sweet like they poured in a box of sugar in it, man you guys sure wanted me to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diabetes&lt;/span&gt;, then i'll go home I've to cut off my own legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent them at Is's house for a while because I need to buy my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seventeen magazine&lt;/span&gt;, the December issue because i lost that issue somewhere, so I don't care, I need it. I went to every stall near Is's  house but no, I didn't get one. I took Zuhair and went to Melawati to find one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHzT02-nWI/AAAAAAAAACg/xgZ7R2nkjQU/s1600-h/Stop_Staring_by_SquiggleFish.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHzT02-nWI/AAAAAAAAACg/xgZ7R2nkjQU/s320/Stop_Staring_by_SquiggleFish.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283271359814606178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I parked my scooter and walked,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OH SHIT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e cops!&lt;/span&gt; act natural. Luckily they didn't saw us and I went to the magazine stall. OH MY GOD, they got the January 2009 issue, even better! HA-HA, I'm just like a kid who just got a box of candy. but I didn't have enough money to buy the both issue. You know what, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emilia was in the magazine!&lt;/span&gt; haha, she got the beauty part, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back on my scooter, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH MAN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the cop&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; car parked near my scooter. I rode off quickly, Zuhair had gone home. I was halfway to my school, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREATTT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;another cop&lt;/span&gt;'s car parked in front. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*urgh, just my luck today&lt;/span&gt;. So I quickly went back to Is's house, *phew nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the magazine for a while with Is, haha, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what a gay&lt;/span&gt;. We were so bored then we decided to go to a Cyber Cafe &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*yeah I know, pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we decided to go to Wangsa Maju to take his pictures from the lomo camera. Zuhair followed. We reached there, and dude, she (the worker) said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there wasn't any photos in the film!&lt;/span&gt; Mann, all of our photos, we were so disappointed. Zuhair asked Is to sue the company. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*what the heck&lt;/span&gt;. After that all tragedy, we all went back home. And now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm a joke to my little sister&lt;/span&gt; because I pronounce lettuce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"let-tius"&lt;/span&gt; I know, laugh it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s;&lt;/span&gt; people like bus driver or a mobile phone worker can be so arrogant, oh yeah and obnoxius. Hey, just because you don't have a life, you don't have to have attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHz8NivbHI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ajhf8mgcu0k/s1600-h/what_is_Success__by_iA7mad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHz8NivbHI/AAAAAAAAACw/Ajhf8mgcu0k/s320/what_is_Success__by_iA7mad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283272053635378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rumours said, going to the best school, we can make it anywhere. Well I don't believe that crap. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We can be succesful anywhere if we put our mind to it&lt;/span&gt;. I can be the smartest kid in my school but it's just my surroundings and social environmental makes it so hard, that means I didn't set my mind to it. I know, that type of school effects our studies, but I think it only effects about 20% Maybe we're not going to see each other in college soon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbye good 'ol friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-4611828512839934998?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4611828512839934998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/genuine-crooks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4611828512839934998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/4611828512839934998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/genuine-crooks.html' title='Genuine Crooks'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVHzUFdFuzI/AAAAAAAAACo/wzyyKFAmIac/s72-c/Stop_Staring_At_Me_by_Milk_ManOfPlyiersInc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8246417913699074469</id><published>2008-12-22T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:54:58.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's A Critic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282876862758531378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 206px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVCMhEzaMTI/AAAAAAAAACY/s-L5s1WAhyI/s320/about_a_phone_talking_by_sisterjezz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wasn't very interesting. I did'nt do much of an adventure. As usual, I went to Iskandar's house. It's more like my second home, ha-ha. I didn't have money at this point, I'm not sure why. sheesh,&lt;strong&gt; I'm broke&lt;/strong&gt;, I gotta lay low for a while. I went to Is's house. The usual stuff, gossip, online and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way, I met Ajim, so yeah I gave him a lift to Melawati, like i said, I like helping people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kring kring&lt;/strong&gt;, Nini called, she asked me a favour. She told her mum that i bought her Mcdonalds instead of Pecal. &lt;strong&gt;*just to cover-ups&lt;/strong&gt;. All done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Imran to see how's he doing, I talked to him for a while, then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kring kring&lt;/strong&gt; Zuhair called asked me a favour. He asked to take his CD from Iskandar's house. After that, I went back to Iskandar's house, took it and rode off. On my way, I met Ajim *again I gave him a lift to J street. On the way, I stopped by at Zuhair's house for the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the scooter with Ajim, &lt;em&gt;I can't stop laughing&lt;/em&gt; because he kept making his stupid jokes, HA-HA. He's a &lt;strong&gt;joke machine&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282875898412414498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 337px; height: 197px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVCLo8VYNiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kM3REvqFw5k/s320/9af18204fa465aa4821f8660816189af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ego can bring men&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to become agressive and abnoxious. *ergh. Why do most guys have male ego? because they're male, obviously. Wearing expensive watches, designer's shoes can&lt;strong&gt; boost up&lt;/strong&gt; their egos, by showing off those items. So yeah that's it. But not all guys have egos, this kind of guys we should look up to. Don't get me wrong, but still &lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all guys are great in different ways&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211087971377154054-8246417913699074469?l=sarahanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8246417913699074469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/everybodys-critic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8246417913699074469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211087971377154054/posts/default/8246417913699074469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahanes.blogspot.com/2008/12/everybodys-critic.html' title='Everybody&apos;s A Critic'/><author><name>SH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04837746700740093403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jlkvfzJokc/TeXp2HYmUxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lZv6Dv6Xra8/s220/haha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SVCMhEzaMTI/AAAAAAAAACY/s-L5s1WAhyI/s72-c/about_a_phone_talking_by_sisterjezz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211087971377154054.post-8610712147595858709</id><published>2008-12-21T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:33:03.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkie On Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SU88lyjn4bI/AAAAAAAAACI/gAHOG4aMjT0/s1600-h/junkfood_by_LAWLZbetty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSDh_cSndfA/SU88lyjn4bI/AAAAAAAAACI/gAHOG4aMjT0/s320/junkfood_by_LAWLZbetty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_528250750785289
