<?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-6156309584835515324</id><updated>2012-01-13T00:45:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHAHIRA ZAINUL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2287434545273229551</id><published>2011-12-31T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:48:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's hard to believe that today is the last day of 2011, cliche but true. I have to agree when a friend of mine tweeted that "2011 was... quick". I've never changed my mind eversince I told myself that this is the toughest year I've ever had. Tough but fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too many things happened from the beginning of the year until today, the end of it.&amp;nbsp;There is no doubt that I've become more independent and stronger this year and I'm thankful for that. I may not remember everything but I made it through, all by myself or with the help from my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;1. Started school as a form five student, senior year eh?&lt;br /&gt;2. Fell sick a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thought about quitting from becoming a prefect but I did my task, completely.&lt;br /&gt;4. Emotionally unstable for the first few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;5. Started going to tuitions every night except on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February (month of Bieber)&lt;br /&gt;1. Found out that Justin Bieber's gonna be here for a concert due to his world tour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went crazy about it with my Beliebers friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Received a parcel filled with a ticket for his concert a few weeks before the big day from a friend of mine, I was over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;4. Listened to the entire album every night while I was studying, so much for getting ready for the concert hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March (another month of Bieber)&lt;br /&gt;1. Sat for the monthly test.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to a concert for the first time and it's Bieber's ok? Just imagine it, first concert = Bieber's = cool kan? Fine, you don't get it.. Anyway, it was definitely one of the best nights I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;3. What else happened eh? Can't recall :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;1. Joined the school's netball team at the very last minute and went for the competition. I'm pretty sure I did it for fun. (not sure if this was in April or May but nevermind)&lt;br /&gt;2. Still fooling around with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May-June&lt;br /&gt;1. Exams, tuitions, extra classes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Realised that I really need to start studying.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sat for the ICAS and had to wait for months for the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to forget everything that happened.. But I'll just do what I remember ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;1. Skipped class just to prepare things for the Meade house.&lt;br /&gt;2. Extremely busy with Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wakil Meade for high jump hahaha (this too, I did it for fun)&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to school at night with some friends for the last minute preparation for the next day (Sports Day)&lt;br /&gt;5. Became Princess Fiona for the marching thing and Meade won the best marching something like that :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Best Sports Day ever, I must say. Yela ada Shrek, Harry Potter, kesultanan Melayu, Jepun, pirates on the same field ok? Mmm good times :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Flew off to Gold Coast for the students exchange programme. Had lots of fun but a week wasn't enough :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;1. Busy with trials.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was quite disappointed with my trials because I know I could've done better but oh well, what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;3. A month of fasting eh?&lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing much happened, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;1. My birthday + raya!&lt;br /&gt;2. Celebrated both events with The Zains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;1. Everyone was busy to prepare themselves for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't recall..&lt;br /&gt;3. Received my ICAS result!&lt;br /&gt;4. Organised a makan-makan thing for OB's last class with the Georgians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked extra hard and did everything I could for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sat for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;3. My mother came over to school everyday to bring me lunch, I appreciate what she did a lot :')&lt;br /&gt;4. Done with SPM and done with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;1. Lifeless hahaha&lt;br /&gt;2. In the process of getting my driving license.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thinking of getting a job but I didn't even look for one.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Pangkor, looked after Aiman, the 10 y/o kid. (I still don't like kids after spending four days with him)&lt;br /&gt;5. Lost a friend, or two. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lifeless.. hahaha don't worry, I'll get a life next year, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all I think? I feel bad for not being able to recall everything but I've had a great year. Tough but fun. I'm looking forward to next year which is tomorrow. No no there's no such thing as new year, new me but I'm just hoping that I'll be a better person than I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all of the meaningful and memorable experiences and memories, 2011. You've definitely made me stronger and wiser.&lt;br /&gt;I bid you farewell 2011 and I welcome you 2012 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2287434545273229551?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2287434545273229551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/12/au-revoir-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2287434545273229551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2287434545273229551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/12/au-revoir-2011.html' title='Au Revoir, 2011'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2090749552662375964</id><published>2011-12-01T18:14:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:33:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me To Infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asCVCockRz0/TtdXvRly8lI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3uPe-IMb9EE/s1600/tumblr_lpclhd3Rc11qfdig2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asCVCockRz0/TtdXvRly8lI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3uPe-IMb9EE/s320/tumblr_lpclhd3Rc11qfdig2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi bloggers and readers! Not sure if I still have any though.. Anyway, I'd like to announce something here so here goes nothing. As you've expected, I'm done with SPM! I'm beyond grateful for that. I've done my best in every subject and paper, I tried and did everything I could to change my future and all I can say is I'll accept whatever the outcome is because I know it was the best of the best that I've ever done in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday was the last day I sat for the toughest examination I've ever sat for. I won't lie, it wasn't that easy or should I say it wasn't easy at all? Everything was difficult no matter how hard you've prepared yourself. Yesterday was the last day I wore my school uniform and truth to be told, I was slightly emotional to put them on and took them off. Yesterday was my last day as a student and one of the most crucial phases in my life finally came to an end yesterday. It's hard to believe this but oh well, life goes on :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2090749552662375964?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2090749552662375964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/12/take-me-to-infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2090749552662375964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2090749552662375964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/12/take-me-to-infinity.html' title='Take Me To Infinity'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-asCVCockRz0/TtdXvRly8lI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3uPe-IMb9EE/s72-c/tumblr_lpclhd3Rc11qfdig2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8203707416082480608</id><published>2011-09-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:38:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hello seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&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/6156309584835515324-8203707416082480608?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/8203707416082480608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-seventeen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8203707416082480608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8203707416082480608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-seventeen.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2094034801700362754</id><published>2011-09-03T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:43:38.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's Gonna Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcoeSnNB73c/TmH9rUHK51I/AAAAAAAAA24/2L4DmqhswG8/s1600/tumblr_lq30n3YNak1qcoiv2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcoeSnNB73c/TmH9rUHK51I/AAAAAAAAA24/2L4DmqhswG8/s320/tumblr_lq30n3YNak1qcoiv2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the date, it's the last day for me to be a sixteen year old girl. A new phase starts tomorrow and I'm a step closer in becoming a young adult. Seventeen, that sounds so.. old? Haha but life goes on, you get older year by year so there's nothing we can do about it. That's just how life rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt that I've had lots of ups and downs, bumpy rides and things related to them. Too many, you know when they say the older you get the more you learn about life? Yeah it's true but they've made me stronger. I've learnt that I have to guard my heart from being damaged by those who don't even deserve to be in my life, I've learnt that no one can be trusted except for yourself and ladidadida you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm hoping is life gets better as soon as I turn seventeen, no more heartbreaks (which I'm pretty sure there'll be more cause hello, I'm only seventeen not seventy), be more matured, confident, smarter, wiser, younger and prettier! Haha ok cross out the last part but a girl can always dream so yeah, I'd love to have that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part people usually say "I'm not hoping for you to do anything", "I won't be expecting anything from you" bla bla bla stop lying to yourself, we all know how much we're expecting for something to happen on our big day. I've always wanted a surprise birthday party but I've never had one so this is an opportunity for those who don't know what to do on my birthday, go create a plan and make my day tomorrow! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I've celebrated my birthday together with The Zain's? It turned out to be a family celebration during an open house last night. It was really fun when you get to celebrate three birthdays and an anniversary at the same time. I've been receiving birthday wishes since last night and I'll be getting free calls from Hotlink for the whole day tomorrow! Do let me know if any of you wants to talk to me and I'll give you a ring :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it, I hope tomorrow's gonna be a good day for me. A birthday I'll never forget but no, don't get your hopes up high. Oh and you September, you've been doing great, so keep it that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2094034801700362754?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2094034801700362754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothings-gonna-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2094034801700362754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2094034801700362754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/09/nothings-gonna-change.html' title='Nothing&apos;s Gonna Change'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcoeSnNB73c/TmH9rUHK51I/AAAAAAAAA24/2L4DmqhswG8/s72-c/tumblr_lq30n3YNak1qcoiv2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-605980841623726515</id><published>2011-08-28T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:44:35.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far From The Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-FEtlA8qQI/TlnpvfG1vnI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7NvvNbW1k18/s1600/tumblr_lhmmbhBbGw1qcfmjwo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-FEtlA8qQI/TlnpvfG1vnI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7NvvNbW1k18/s320/tumblr_lhmmbhBbGw1qcfmjwo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I won't lie and I can't deny the fact that I miss blogging. It's not like I've stopped wanting to blog but I'm just too lazy to update it. I read good blogs, every single time I connect myself to the internet but I've stopped updating mine. Enough with the intro. Since today is just another typical boring Sunday, I'll blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a little bit too late to say this but I'm done with my trials a few days ago. I can hardly believe I did it. I'm done with school examinations and trials so it means SPM is just around the corner. How many days left till the big day? Less than eighty days. Trials questions are known as difficult, they don't ask what they want straight away. I've heard people saying that if you could succeed in trials, there's no doubt that you'll achieve the real exam in flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good thing about trials is you'll know where you stand and you'll realise there's a lot of things that you don't know. That's a good wake up call for me. I've realised that I haven't been putting a continuous effort on my studies, yet I still want to get a good result. Everyone wants it and does the same thing. We want to get something that we want but we're just too lazy to work things out to achieve it so what I'm hoping is I'll get back on track right after Eid. It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day left for Ramadhan and we'll celebrate Eid the next day. I'm looking forward for Eid since it happens to fall on my favourite month of the year, September! I was born this month and it'll be my first time that I'll get to celebrate my birthday during Eid. It's been a few years my birthday falls on a fasting month so I'm happy to know there's a difference this year. I shall remind you it'll be on the fourth day of September, on Sunday. Ok did I just sound desperate or what haha but don't forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone, have a safe journey to wherever you're heading to. Eat all you can, be with your loved ones and enjoy this festive month :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-605980841623726515?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/605980841623726515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/08/far-from-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/605980841623726515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/605980841623726515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/08/far-from-usual.html' title='Far From The Usual'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-FEtlA8qQI/TlnpvfG1vnI/AAAAAAAAA2w/7NvvNbW1k18/s72-c/tumblr_lhmmbhBbGw1qcfmjwo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2441084671837833420</id><published>2011-06-12T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:53:37.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blank Expression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xU-7Fx35PtE/TfSYz6K__JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/O6xCBXZuEeo/s1600/tumblr_llrnvaJHzz1qealp2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xU-7Fx35PtE/TfSYz6K__JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/O6xCBXZuEeo/s320/tumblr_llrnvaJHzz1qealp2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so calm yesterday, calmer than ever and not to forget I was very happy and delightful to see how things are going on right now. It's not that I've never felt this way before this but things are finally looking up. Everything and everyone around me is doing great, most of my friends are in love, some are still looking for the answer to the questions going on their mind, some are working their asses off to achieve their dreams while some of them are just sitting there and keep waiting for a miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calmness that I felt managed to help me to take a step to move on and see the world. I've stopped hoping and expecting since the night that changed everything. Ok I lied, no matter what I do, hopes and expections will be there for me. No one can get rid of these two things so I just have to learn to deal with it. You know when they say that good things come to those who wait? I waited and waited. Eventhough it wasn't that easy but the waiting was worth it because my wish came true and I'm truly grateful for getting what I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school starts tomorrow and I don't really know whether I'm thrilled for it. I barely feel anything almost about everything. I don't want to care about all the little things that are pulling me down. I know I have my own back to get up. We all know this, in the end we can only count on ourselves so yeah, I hope you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I'm happy with my state of life and I really hope it stays this way or gets better. I won't mention about SPM, oh well I just did. I need, I must, I have to be more serious than ever after this and I will. I'll be back when the time comes. Prayers for everyone, much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2441084671837833420?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2441084671837833420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-blank-expression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2441084671837833420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2441084671837833420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-blank-expression.html' title='This Blank Expression'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xU-7Fx35PtE/TfSYz6K__JI/AAAAAAAAA2M/O6xCBXZuEeo/s72-c/tumblr_llrnvaJHzz1qealp2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3048045667643851571</id><published>2011-06-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:51:13.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In Reverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFphHYoS3cE/TfIu2pmWKtI/AAAAAAAAA2I/C3-YvuVtULs/s1600/tumblr_lme1iqUkQN1qep6eto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFphHYoS3cE/TfIu2pmWKtI/AAAAAAAAA2I/C3-YvuVtULs/s320/tumblr_lme1iqUkQN1qep6eto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the nights when you feel like you just want to become so emotional, you want to care about every single thing that's happening around you, you get carried away with your own feelings, you don't want to be left behind but no one wants to take your hand and lead you to the best path, you feel like the world is against you, you get angry, sad, jealous, overreacted and all of the feelings that are related to what I'm trying to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get worse when you feel like no one cares about you and there are some people out there who are laughing at you because this is the moment they can see you fall to the lowest and thinnest layer of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what. That night haunted me for the past few nights. It wasn't that bad but it made me feel kinda useless and worthless for making myself involved with this kind of thing. Maybe I get too carried away, maybe I shouldn't have let my feelings controlled me, maybe it is too late for me to regret it and all of the other maybes but it made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me the opportunity to sit back, think about the pros and cons it happened and reminisce those memories. I'm pretty sure it'll happen again since I've been having sleepless nights for no reason. Maybe it is you who made me feel this way or it could be anyone out there. Everything happens for a reason and I really hope the reason for this one is worth it. Urgh, get off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"You're trying your best and the hardest part is letting go" - &amp;nbsp;Mayday Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-3048045667643851571?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3048045667643851571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuck-in-reverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3048045667643851571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3048045667643851571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/06/stuck-in-reverse.html' title='Stuck In Reverse'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HFphHYoS3cE/TfIu2pmWKtI/AAAAAAAAA2I/C3-YvuVtULs/s72-c/tumblr_lme1iqUkQN1qep6eto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7126992620817267329</id><published>2011-06-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T18:09:18.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Little Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9BcL32Dw9s/Te31KuEvl_I/AAAAAAAAA14/TENcLkWgV1o/s1600/tumblr_llbwv3LS8p1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9BcL32Dw9s/Te31KuEvl_I/AAAAAAAAA14/TENcLkWgV1o/s320/tumblr_llbwv3LS8p1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how to start blogging, for real. i'm not sure if i still have readers? haha no, seriously. do i? the last time i posted anything here was more than a month ago and now, i just feel like tapping the keyboard, letting out what's on my mind while listening to boyfriend by big time rush on repeat. haha yes, it's big time rush, i can still remember how i used to wait in front of the tv everyday in the evening just to watch logan henderson on the move. i have stopped doing it this year since they keep playing the same episodes over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a lot of things have changed and i myself, have made several changes in me. it may not be a lot but i've managed to do it from time to time. as a start, i've to say i've been losing my interest in going online. it's a good thing isn't it? it started when i had to bear the pain for not being able to get in touch with the internet for almost a month but i'm back. i deactivated my facebook account for the first time for two weeks simply because i couldn't use the internet. what a lame excuse ay? haha and yes, in case if you're wondering, i've activated it back, fo sho :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-7126992620817267329?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7126992620817267329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-little-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7126992620817267329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7126992620817267329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-little-moment.html' title='Take A Little Moment'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V9BcL32Dw9s/Te31KuEvl_I/AAAAAAAAA14/TENcLkWgV1o/s72-c/tumblr_llbwv3LS8p1qbjt25o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5517057020795812691</id><published>2011-04-24T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T15:39:58.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Smile I Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBwTRnL-A1g/TbPFfyNfv2I/AAAAAAAAA10/Gy9iNYiB_SY/s1600/223413_194228517287147_100001000014566_492927_260154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBwTRnL-A1g/TbPFfyNfv2I/AAAAAAAAA10/Gy9iNYiB_SY/s320/223413_194228517287147_100001000014566_492927_260154_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how am i suppose to begin typing this post right now, i've so many things going on my mind. words are all over my head and i can't even find the right word to use. so the day that i've been waiting for since early of this year has come and passed. the big day was perfect, no words can describe how happy i was. i'm not sure whether i should tell every single thing that happened that day but to sum it up, it was beyond amazing! *insert more suitable adjectives here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached stadium merdeka in the morning and started lining up as early as eleven. well of course, the pain of standing, queueing for half of the day right under the sun and what more when it started to rain in the evening and getting pushed when the gate was opened, it was all worth it. to spice things up, i was the first one to get in! ran and screamed all the way to the green zone, got the best seat and view. it rained heavily twice but thank god tune talk distributed raincoats for all of us. it should've been in purple though instead of red :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you i made new friends there? met other pretty beliebers while waiting for the gate to be opened. we talked as if we've known each other for years! see how good the bond we have among the beliebers.&amp;nbsp;then the concert started, everyone went crazy when he came out and started entertaining us. i was over the moon, hyperventilated and everything in between. it's hard to believe that i've seen him live in front of me, oh tears of joy :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't deny the fact that i miss him, call me obsessed or anything but that's the truth. he infected me with his love and i even cried when i watched neversaynever in 3D for the second time with the other beliebers yesterday. it's over now and i'm over it, i really hope i do. i have to get back to life cause i've been losing my focus on my studies for the past few weeks and it's all because of him, this is not a sense of regret but this is just a way for me to get back on track. i had the best night of my life that night and to malaysia's one less lonely girl, you surely are one lucky girl :)&lt;br /&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; YOU JUSTIN BIEBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-5517057020795812691?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5517057020795812691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-smile-i-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5517057020795812691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5517057020795812691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-smile-i-smile.html' title='You Smile I Smile'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBwTRnL-A1g/TbPFfyNfv2I/AAAAAAAAA10/Gy9iNYiB_SY/s72-c/223413_194228517287147_100001000014566_492927_260154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8106019422048169863</id><published>2011-04-16T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:57:07.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Comes Naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf28A-nLpsI/TaknNElJeMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DDm6uvVdye0/s1600/tumblr_liwmp8BVTP1qhqzpso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf28A-nLpsI/TaknNElJeMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DDm6uvVdye0/s320/tumblr_liwmp8BVTP1qhqzpso1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellow readers and bloggers, don't you know that it's alright to admit that you love justin bieber? as much as you're trying your best to deny it, deep inside you know that you do. all of us love him, even most of the haters have admitted that they've started to like him after they've watched his movie. what more when it comes to the beliebers, we love him too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i went to watch neversaynever in 3D yesterday, right after school ended. i can't tell you how happy and energetic we were in the cinema. we screamed our lungs out, sang all of his songs, tried to reach his hair and hand because it was in 3D and it felt like everything was touchable and reachable. some of us even have lost our voice eventhough it was only a movie. we didn't care about what the others might have thought about us, imagine how ignorant we were during the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to ruin y'all by telling what the movie was all about, some people say it's a little bit like michael jackson's this is it but if you ask me, all i can say is it's even better. go out with your belieber friends, grab your tickets in 3D because it won't be that fun if you watch it in 2D, pay your full attention on the movie and take my words, i'm absolutely sure you'll fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie makes me can't wait for his concert which is less than a week from today. i'll watch it again, be it twice or thrice or even more than that. i've started doing a countdown on twitter since monday and can you believe it's only #fivedays left and we'll be watching him live! oh my god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-8106019422048169863?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/8106019422048169863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-comes-naturally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8106019422048169863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8106019422048169863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-comes-naturally.html' title='It Comes Naturally'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf28A-nLpsI/TaknNElJeMI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DDm6uvVdye0/s72-c/tumblr_liwmp8BVTP1qhqzpso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4936242258107376455</id><published>2011-04-10T04:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T04:09:44.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Ain't A Dime</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SumJFh32G9I/TaC3BuY8ObI/AAAAAAAAA1o/r5PEek7NKc0/s1600/273237067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SumJFh32G9I/TaC3BuY8ObI/AAAAAAAAA1o/r5PEek7NKc0/s320/273237067.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo courtesy of firdaus zailing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;allow me to make it short and simple, who would've thought things worked out well eventhough it was slightly different from what we've planned but we did it. everyone was happy and i hope the man of the day had fun too. all of us made a collection to buy a cake for him and it was just our luck that his birthday falls on a friday, the day we have our weekly tuition with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;selamat hari jadi cikgu / cik man / OB :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had sports carnival at school yesterday, i don't think we've ever had such thing before this. we had to wait for hours for our turn to come and we played basketball at twelve pm, imagine how hard it was to play it when the sun is just above your head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make things worse, someone threw the basketball right at my face twice and now i've been feeling uneasy with my nose. i'm not sure whether it's the same person who did it but it was just a game and i hope it's nothing, went home and slept like a baby for almost four hours. that's the main reason i'm still awake at this hour when everyone else's sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4936242258107376455?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4936242258107376455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-aint-dime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4936242258107376455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4936242258107376455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-aint-dime.html' title='You Ain&apos;t A Dime'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SumJFh32G9I/TaC3BuY8ObI/AAAAAAAAA1o/r5PEek7NKc0/s72-c/273237067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5892093187938005613</id><published>2011-03-27T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:18:18.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Found Somebody New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USvHdbj2_Jk/TY61iucWLyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vtsW4DrJzmM/s1600/tumblr_lg8e3qZiGJ1qbkwn4o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USvHdbj2_Jk/TY61iucWLyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vtsW4DrJzmM/s320/tumblr_lg8e3qZiGJ1qbkwn4o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;howdy cyberspace. it's either nad, fatyn or khilda who posted their newest post on their blog that makes me want to start a new entry but i think it's probably fatyn because of the way she wrote it and as far as i am concerned, the other two are not exactly a die hard fun of our favourite man, well not like how much fatyn and i are head over heels falling for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should've been able to think of who that person might be by now. it's nonetheless justin drew bieber! *ecstatic mood* ok i'm gonna go all hyperventilated now. a few days left till april comes in and we all have been waiting for april, the third thursday of the month to be exact. despite of how bad things used to be or will be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i.can't.wait.for.the.big.day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-5892093187938005613?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5892093187938005613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-found-somebody-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5892093187938005613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5892093187938005613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-found-somebody-new.html' title='You Found Somebody New'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USvHdbj2_Jk/TY61iucWLyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/vtsW4DrJzmM/s72-c/tumblr_lg8e3qZiGJ1qbkwn4o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2283194427182262177</id><published>2011-03-18T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:50:54.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream My Lungs Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uwBuxLBT5xs/TYLgrJIA_EI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GnOaqtLtdgU/s1600/tumblr_lhrr1aY32L1qdkwieo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uwBuxLBT5xs/TYLgrJIA_EI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GnOaqtLtdgU/s320/tumblr_lhrr1aY32L1qdkwieo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i felt like listening to yellowcard, i'm not a big fan of them but i've always liked one of their songs so here i am playing only one repeatedly. it doesn't symbolize anything but i think there's a hidden meaning behind this song. well, that doesn't matter actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third month of the year is coming to an end and truth to be told i'm worried sick thinking about spm. i don't think i've started studying constantly and i know i still have a lot to cover. i tried doing form 4 chemistry and add maths for the past few days but i couldn't do it without having a revision book beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long do i have to keep relying on revision books, i should've been able to do it on my own but i couldn't, it felt like i didn't learn anything last year. i can't go on this way, it's killing me. sigh come one,&lt;br /&gt;wake up shira :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2283194427182262177?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2283194427182262177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/03/scream-my-lungs-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2283194427182262177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2283194427182262177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/03/scream-my-lungs-out.html' title='Scream My Lungs Out'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uwBuxLBT5xs/TYLgrJIA_EI/AAAAAAAAA1g/GnOaqtLtdgU/s72-c/tumblr_lhrr1aY32L1qdkwieo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6724209533553213510</id><published>2011-03-11T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:35:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuristic Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QTzRCj-SKHY/TXnofvY_I3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/m6Xzy3JTTe8/s1600/tumblr_lbsdbfCYip1qeaod1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QTzRCj-SKHY/TXnofvY_I3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/m6Xzy3JTTe8/s320/tumblr_lbsdbfCYip1qeaod1o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to admit, i love the way my life treats me currently. it seems like everything is just fine, nothing goes wrong and nothing goes that bad too. it's almost perfect because i'm on my comfort zone now, which is a good thing for me and i hope it'll remain that way for as long as possible. i've had enough bad times so i guess it's payback time, it's my turn to have my own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march test's over, i've done my best and of course i was unhappy doing some papers because i couldn't do it well. past is past, there's nothing left i can do other than sit back and relax. a week off from school starts tomorrow and we're left with tons of homework to do for every single subject, can you believe it&amp;nbsp;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's been a week since you left us tok wan. everyone is missing you and it's hard to accept the fact that you're no longer with us. may you rest in peace and be placed in heaven, al-fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6724209533553213510?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6724209533553213510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/03/futuristic-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6724209533553213510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6724209533553213510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/03/futuristic-lover.html' title='Futuristic Lover'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QTzRCj-SKHY/TXnofvY_I3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/m6Xzy3JTTe8/s72-c/tumblr_lbsdbfCYip1qeaod1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6070113175228225742</id><published>2011-02-27T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:12:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go and Tell The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you for inspiring me to open a new book of my life and put the old one as a history and experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;i shall start the first chapter and a fresh blank page with stories, tales, imaginations and other suitable things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be written about you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you deserve it, enough said :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/6156309584835515324-6070113175228225742?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6070113175228225742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-and-tell-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6070113175228225742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6070113175228225742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-and-tell-world.html' title='Go and Tell The World'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3007720063524704470</id><published>2011-02-24T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T12:04:41.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable At Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GV7dxjKswk/TWXUAstCcZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/SdN25kBeriQ/s1600/tumblr_lf13kpjUSj1qby54ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GV7dxjKswk/TWXUAstCcZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/SdN25kBeriQ/s320/tumblr_lf13kpjUSj1qby54ko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you might not get what i'll be saying in this post&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and i'll make it in general&amp;nbsp;but just go through it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;whether you can get me or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that all the little things like this won't happen again. we're growing up and we're older now, i thought everything was over and we could get over it. those things happened back on those stupid days when we were still a kid, not mature enough to think wisely. i thought things have changed, people have moved on and forget about it but i guess not, they're still in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's true when they say people can forgive you but they'll never forget what you've done. ok i admit i screwed up, made mistakes, hurt feelings but i'm not the only one who did it. i just don't get it, when it comes to me i've accepted your apology and decided to forget it but some of you out there just can't do a simple thing like that to me. you got carried away and ruin your own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to care about this but i have to because sometimes it bothers and annoys me. anyway, it's not like i can stop any of you out there from taking things seriously. the only action i can take is just to stop thinking about this and pray for a miracle to happen. i know that i can't make everyone to like me and the same thing goes to you, not everyone likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life and deal with it.&amp;nbsp;last but not least, based on my experience i've had, allow me to remind you that just be aware of karma because it will do its job in the end whether you like it or not. karma might hit you in the future or maybe it's hitting you now but you just can't see it. have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-3007720063524704470?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3007720063524704470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/miserable-at-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3007720063524704470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3007720063524704470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/miserable-at-best.html' title='Miserable At Best'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GV7dxjKswk/TWXUAstCcZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/SdN25kBeriQ/s72-c/tumblr_lf13kpjUSj1qby54ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2836121195151423014</id><published>2011-02-20T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:13:12.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Comes Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpV8OcSUHes/TV_kNFbTPpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ySHkfQ-uH2g/s1600/tumblr_lgus0ojRP61qh4jrso1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpV8OcSUHes/TV_kNFbTPpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ySHkfQ-uH2g/s320/tumblr_lgus0ojRP61qh4jrso1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i've so many things in my mind currently, can't even find which one is the best to be posted here. since someone's made a special request to have her name mentioned here and before i forget to do it, i shall start this post by telling all of you that i've made someone embarrassed last night. i won't mention her name here but girl, you know who you are and i'm truly sorry about last night. i was like ___, pergi balik la then she was like ok bye! within a few seconds later, she came back, told us it wasn't her car and went mad hahahaha sorry! :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ok enough about that part, on the other side of the story is the georgians had the annual cross country today and for this first time ever, i didn't take part after four years of running, jogging, walking, complaining on how long do i have to do this and how far does it take to reach the end. i've received two certificates for completing the run before this and got another one today without running at all so it's not that bad kan?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;thank you to a person for doing something that means a lot to me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;swear to god i won't forget what you've done for me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and i appreciate it a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i'm not sure whether i should mention your name here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but honestly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;thank you so much :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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/6156309584835515324-2836121195151423014?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2836121195151423014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth-comes-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2836121195151423014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2836121195151423014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth-comes-second.html' title='The Truth Comes Second'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpV8OcSUHes/TV_kNFbTPpI/AAAAAAAAA0o/ySHkfQ-uH2g/s72-c/tumblr_lgus0ojRP61qh4jrso1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4457594253424706964</id><published>2011-02-13T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:34:38.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass of Her Boudoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uloX3UwTGLE/TVdz_W1wj9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/L7D4jm68eIE/s1600/tumblr_lf93q0yW8G1qdsnyro1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uloX3UwTGLE/TVdz_W1wj9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/L7D4jm68eIE/s320/tumblr_lf93q0yW8G1qdsnyro1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi cyberspace, i don't know why i keep having the same feelings i-don't-know-how-to-do-the-introduction each time i want to start blogging. i'm bad in making the first move and maybe it's because my ego is stopping me from doing it first. anyway, life's been good lately and i hope it'll remain that way for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that i've managed to finish writing a cerpen in just one day, i took almost four to five hours to do it. if it wasn't for the extra ten marks that will be given to those who's done the cerpen, there's no way i'd do it. i've never been good in making stories, never have and never will so i deserve a trophy or an award for doing something i'm not good at :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the others have done and sent their masterpieces weeks ago but i wasn't one of them. i only did it yesterday and have my story edited today but now i have to think of a suitable title for my story. it's not that good but at least i did it ok? i tried and that's the best i could do. credits for my mum, fairuz and &lt;a href="http://wonderpetssalvation.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the big help, thanks guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4457594253424706964?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4457594253424706964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/glass-of-her-boudoir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4457594253424706964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4457594253424706964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/glass-of-her-boudoir.html' title='Glass of Her Boudoir'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uloX3UwTGLE/TVdz_W1wj9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/L7D4jm68eIE/s72-c/tumblr_lf93q0yW8G1qdsnyro1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6101293252985622312</id><published>2011-02-06T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:46:08.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds Are Rolling In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TU4_EVyluTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/isloDmeehV4/s1600/tumblr_lf6kwgZBzR1qdlcfho1_r2_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TU4_EVyluTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/isloDmeehV4/s320/tumblr_lf6kwgZBzR1qdlcfho1_r2_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;how can you not love justin bieber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway, holiday is over and school starts tomorrow. judging on how ludicrous kgv is turning into right now makes me feel lazy to go to school. i'd rather spend my time going to tuitions every night instead of going to school. if they didn't change the rules and all, the fun will always be there and all of us can enjoy going to school but they already did. thank god it's my last year, seriously thank god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a few more months to go and i can start wearing white again. i thought about resigning a few weeks ago due to my health condition but after talking to my mum and puan aloma, i made up my mind to keep holding on and finish the task completely.&amp;nbsp;moving on, i might be too late to say this but it's already the sixth day of february. what i'm saying is time flies so fast, it feels like i just went to school for the first day yesterday.&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;well, whatever. i don't have a point actually, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6101293252985622312?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6101293252985622312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/clouds-are-rolling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6101293252985622312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6101293252985622312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/clouds-are-rolling-in.html' title='Clouds Are Rolling In'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TU4_EVyluTI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/isloDmeehV4/s72-c/tumblr_lf6kwgZBzR1qdlcfho1_r2_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3216344649319127391</id><published>2011-02-01T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:34:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Taking Me Higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tagged by aysha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Have you ever been heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;once and i'm going through it now. first experience i must say and it's really hard to deal with things like this when it's your first time and you don't know what to do. it's been more than a month since the day you went away and i'm getting better now, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Is there anyone who is like your other half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;currently, no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you completely wasted your time on someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;when bad things happened to me because of that someone, yes i have and it happens all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Do promises mean anything to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;depends on the promises, as cliche as it is, i've always told myself that promises are meant to be broken so i don't really take promises seriously. some of them are true but not all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;How good are your math skills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;let's just say i'm a mediocre when it comes to numbers. it depends on the chapters that i have to learn actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Do you ever wish you could be the opposite sex for a day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;yeah, i'd love to know how attractive i'd be if i were i a boy and what it feels like to chase after the one i adore, do what it takes to get her and leave her just like that in the end hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What inanimate object could easily be your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;i've no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have you ever seen a black rose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;not sure but i think i've seen it on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What is the most played song on your playlist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;pray by justin bieber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;i wanted to dye my hair red when everyone was into hayley williams but red is too much. i'll maintain my hair black when everyone else is changing their original hair colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What you recently did ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;answered the whole survey? and checked some latest tweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Does anyone call you baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;in a serious way, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Choose: The ability to speak any language or play any instrument?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;to speak any language, eh no, both will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you met yourself, would you befriend them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In your opinion, what's the best cure for the hiccups?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;drink water and yes, hold your breath for at least ten seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Do you watch sport on TV even though you aren't a sporty person yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;sometimes, if there's a big game or it's interesting to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When you hear your voice back on a recording, do you think it sounds awful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;yeah, it's reallllyyyyyy bad. i sound way too different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6156309584835515324-3216344649319127391?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3216344649319127391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-taking-me-higher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3216344649319127391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3216344649319127391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-taking-me-higher.html' title='It&apos;s Taking Me Higher'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8555281955898280611</id><published>2011-01-29T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:46:39.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Doesn't Last Too Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TUOxuerp88I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-OFcl_cCa4U/s1600/tumblr_lepo6vFfA71qzh585o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TUOxuerp88I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-OFcl_cCa4U/s320/tumblr_lepo6vFfA71qzh585o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i've been losing the number of readers that i have, based on the stats and all. this is mainly because i don't have the time to update things here, time flies so fast and i have lots of important stuff to do other than blogging but thank god it's holiday now, i could get my mind off those things and from the hectic life in school. school has been ridiculous lately, my school to be exact. that's one of the reasons i can't wait to finish school and get out of seremban. i want to meet new people, start making friends all over again and live life. i can wait for things like that to happen but for now, i won't waste the time that i have just by ranting a lot. let's just go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i'm not sure whether i should mention it here or not but if you've read my previous posts, you'll know how sick i've been. there are times i'll be so hyperactive and alright but when the time for me to get sick comes, i'll end up being like a living corpse. maybe it's because of the current weather that makes me sick but the doctor told me that it's stress, it's my spm year and i'm not surprised at all if it's because of stress. i have too many things to deal with and i couldn't get enough sleep and rest, so i get sick easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;one thing that can highlight my sickness currently is the doctor said i might be having thalassemia. yes it's caused by genetic but my parents don't have it, so i might be a carrier. it's not confirmed yet but i have to do some tests to ensure if it's true. i have the symptoms and i've had anaemia right after i was born so it's possible for me to get it. it's not a serious issue but it can affect my own children when i get pregnant. whatever it is, i hope i'll be fine until the end of the day. be nice and pray for my health, that'll help me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-8555281955898280611?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/8555281955898280611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-doesnt-last-too-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8555281955898280611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8555281955898280611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/that-doesnt-last-too-long.html' title='That Doesn&apos;t Last Too Long'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TUOxuerp88I/AAAAAAAAA0E/-OFcl_cCa4U/s72-c/tumblr_lepo6vFfA71qzh585o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7863943514915549230</id><published>2011-01-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:55:26.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Them All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TTcE0YzKHhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/K4QapRJ2ahI/s1600/tumblr_lery4iJW3J1qzstcbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TTcE0YzKHhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/K4QapRJ2ahI/s320/tumblr_lery4iJW3J1qzstcbo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is another day off from school so that's the main reason i'm blogging at this hour, nothing personal actually but there's a school day on saturday. i've been planning to skip school that day but my history teacher was so nice and he gave me and a friend a topic to be represented on saturday, such as a spoiler. you know what, i couldn't maintain the perfect attendance that i've been keeping since the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really sick on monday and couldn't come to school so i stayed at home and tried to fight the massive headache that i was having. mum thought it was dengue since i've had it once two years ago and i had some of the symptoms that day, luckily it wasn't. i didn't see the doctor or anything but let's just hope it was just a normal headache and i'm alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest and the hottest issue currently, justin bieber's concert. i might be late to brag about this or anything but i don't care. i will be going there with some friends, all of us are his fans! yes, i haven't bought the ticket yet but i'll get it by the end of this week or maybe tomorrow, depends on my dad. my friends and i are ecstatic about this, every time we see each other in school, we'll talk about this, every single day. they came out with a brilliant idea for the concert and i can't wait to see the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to continue watching we got married after this, blame my sister for saving the whole season for me to watch when i have nothing to do. she's influenced me with k-pop since last year and the influence is still there. later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-7863943514915549230?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7863943514915549230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/against-them-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7863943514915549230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7863943514915549230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/against-them-all.html' title='Against Them All'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TTcE0YzKHhI/AAAAAAAAA0A/K4QapRJ2ahI/s72-c/tumblr_lery4iJW3J1qzstcbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6136820992242268019</id><published>2011-01-15T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:51:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put Your Troubles Aside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TTCFgLkOh6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/m35JwLgoQGk/s1600/tumblr_lehib3ts0o1qb75ygo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TTCFgLkOh6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/m35JwLgoQGk/s320/tumblr_lehib3ts0o1qb75ygo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost two now and i'm still wide awake, planned to do my homework and all but i went online instead. right after i prayed just now i realised that i had my period, well i shouldn't mention it here but it's just that i want to know if it's alright to ya know, i've prayed but i didn't know that i was having my period. you get what i'm saying? ok scratch that, let's just pretend that i didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly please ignore the previous post, i was sensitive and feeling down so yeah, i posted those words i found from tumblr and added a little bit of this and that. talking about my state of life, everything is doing great and i'm getting used with the whole form five surrounding. of course there are times when i feel like the world is not with me anymore and when those negative shit crossed my mind trying to bring me down but they failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth to be told, i don't even know what i feel anymore. sometimes i feel like i didn't care about anything at all other than myself, yes i'm very self-centered and selfish. well, who doesn't? no matter how hard you said you're not, you're actually like that but you don't want to admit it. i hate it when my mind and heart told me to care about everything, even the little things because that's one of my weakest points. i'll end up hurting my feelings, ruining my day and wasting my time to think about it. look, it's happening again, damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6136820992242268019?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6136820992242268019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/put-your-troubles-aside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6136820992242268019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6136820992242268019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/put-your-troubles-aside.html' title='Put Your Troubles Aside'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TTCFgLkOh6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/m35JwLgoQGk/s72-c/tumblr_lehib3ts0o1qb75ygo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3979420880567318258</id><published>2011-01-10T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:40:15.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expect The Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" We were best friends for two years and then we started going out. We broke up and honestly, all i can say is that the only thing i miss is our friendship. You were the first boy i fell in love with and it was so hard for either of us to move on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or maybe it's easy for you to move on but it's definitely not that easy for me when you gave me so much to remember. One thing for sure,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the only thing i miss is our friendship. I'm not begging you to come back to me, hell no but if i could get back anything that is from my past, it would be just that, stay being friends like we used to before all of this happened. I hope you're enjoying your real life now and happy to be with the one you want the most. Yes, that's all."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-3979420880567318258?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3979420880567318258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/expect-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3979420880567318258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3979420880567318258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect The Unexpected'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6070169098752211792</id><published>2011-01-08T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:20:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TSh6b86NBgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/M-NdCFmMsKU/s1600/tumblr_ldy9a1E7z11qzk30lo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TSh6b86NBgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/M-NdCFmMsKU/s320/tumblr_ldy9a1E7z11qzk30lo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for the right time to update everything here. if you've been one of my loyal readers you'll understand why i said it. this is mainly because i've updated a lot last december and now it's already january and i don't really have the time to update my blog like i used to. i can only do it once in a while, when my mood and idea are there. i don't have a diary or anything to write about what i feel and all, i definitely prefer to keep it to myself or have someone out there for me to share my feelings with. be it a girl or a boy, if i feel comfortable talking to you, i'll let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my dad's birthday today, he's fifty-one. we didn't really do anything to celebrate his big day, he wanted to rest at home after a hectic week at his office. i even went out for a while on his birthday since he didn't want to do anything other than relaxing at home. it'd be totally cruel if we let his day passed just like that, so my mum bought a cake and he'll blow the candles after this.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday ayah, you've been a great father to your three charlie's angels &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week has passed, just like that. i'm still trying to get used with the idea of going to school in the morning and tuition classes at night, every single day except for the weekend. it's not like i've never been in this situation before but the last time i had it was two years ago before i sat for my pmr. now the same thing is happening again for one whole year for a good reason. it's tiring but you'll never get what you want just by sitting there and hope for a miracle to happen right? so whether i like it or not, i've to do it. it's for myself and my parents anyway, not you, you or you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6070169098752211792?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6070169098752211792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/sugar-and-spice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6070169098752211792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6070169098752211792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/sugar-and-spice.html' title='Sugar and Spice'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TSh6b86NBgI/AAAAAAAAAz0/M-NdCFmMsKU/s72-c/tumblr_ldy9a1E7z11qzk30lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3662688057188258069</id><published>2011-01-01T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:34:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget The Urgency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TR7FU0Z3eYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ojnP6Qa2GWM/s1600/tumblr_lbxzkzsey41qdl2ymo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TR7FU0Z3eYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ojnP6Qa2GWM/s320/tumblr_lbxzkzsey41qdl2ymo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel nothing currently, i wasn't excited for new year last night and still feeling the same right now. new year is just another year and day for me and it has always been like that. what more when i stayed at home with my family, watched the mtv video music awards that was shown on 8tv and covered myself with a blanket. if you have read the previous post you'll know how bad i've been feeling for the past two days and i'm grateful to say that it went away last night, for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a panadol due to the massive headache i had and went to bed a few minutes before midnight. at that moment i didn't even care about new year, it's just another day as i've stated earlier. received some new year wishes and replied not all but just some of them, i was sleeping so forgive me if i didn't reply yours. i woke up and i told myself i'm going to improve myself for not a new me but instead, a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as cliche as it is for the form five students, my main resolution for this year is to get straight A's for spm. it's going to be hard but with the changes i'm going to do after this, i know i'll be able to do it if i keep my mind to stay positive as it should be. i'm not going to let anyone or anything bring me down after this, i'm not going to waste my last year in school and i know nothing is impossible so here it is, i welcome you 2011 in a positive way and let's see how you're going to behave starting now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-3662688057188258069?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3662688057188258069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget-urgency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3662688057188258069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3662688057188258069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget-urgency.html' title='Forget The Urgency'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TR7FU0Z3eYI/AAAAAAAAAzw/ojnP6Qa2GWM/s72-c/tumblr_lbxzkzsey41qdl2ymo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7940209053212416909</id><published>2010-12-31T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:30:57.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TR3Yh8cOEjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PVs1UOYn6_c/s1600/tumblr_lci39nSLcI1qc82dto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TR3Yh8cOEjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PVs1UOYn6_c/s320/tumblr_lci39nSLcI1qc82dto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared, seriously. i've been having this feelings since last night, it's easier for me to say tak sedap hati. i feel like something really bad is going to happen soon, be it to me or to the people around me. i've been trying to keep myself busy so i won't realise i'm having those feelings but it's pointless. it's still there, bugging me. i want it to go away because i feel so uneasy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed to allah to make it disappear but he hasn't granted my wish yet. maybe it's a test from him or&amp;nbsp;maybe it's because something bad that i've done or like my sister said when i told her about this, it's just feelings and she's been through this a lot of times. i can't even sleep due to this, i'm exhausted but just because it's there, i can't do anything. my heart has been beating like superbly fast and non-stop since those feelings came, truth to be told i'm scared :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ya allah ya tuhanku, jauhilah perkara perkara yang tidak baik daripada diriku dan mereka yang berada di sekelilingku. jauhilah perasaan buruk yang berada dalam hatiku ini, permudahkanlah dan kurniakanlah kekuatan dan semangat buat diriku untuk meneruskan kehidupan. amin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-7940209053212416909?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7940209053212416909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7940209053212416909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7940209053212416909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TR3Yh8cOEjI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PVs1UOYn6_c/s72-c/tumblr_lci39nSLcI1qc82dto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6679045792693515325</id><published>2010-12-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:23:52.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;" Maybe I find it hard to accept the fact that you’ve already changed. You’re drifting away and no longer that guy I used to know. Things are different now but what hurts me, is that I feel like I do not matter to you anymore. You seldom talk to me now, I wonder if you even remember me at times. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6679045792693515325?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6679045792693515325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-and-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6679045792693515325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6679045792693515325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-and-your-heart.html' title='You and Your Heart'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1817464145212261782</id><published>2010-12-30T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:32:06.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It Isn't So</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRyVN1DxtaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ecjn4bNINlQ/s1600/tumblr_kv61e7ltMY1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRyVN1DxtaI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ecjn4bNINlQ/s320/tumblr_kv61e7ltMY1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not everything you see is what you think it is, seriously. based on what i've been observing lately, things surely have changed and so are you. everything was doing great and who knew you're the biggest change i could see right now. i don't think i can trust any of what you've said to me, what you said the both of us and you would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can try my best to believe it but it's not going to be easy, i didn't want it to be this way. whatever you think it is, it's not. don't be that ego, eventhough i know i am but i'm trying to keep it low and i know you're not that type of person.&amp;nbsp;you have to hear it from me, then you'll know or if you don't want to, just bear in mind that what goes around comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-1817464145212261782?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1817464145212261782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/say-it-isnt-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1817464145212261782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4632323359470110</id><published>2010-12-26T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T17:04:11.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Is A Strong Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRb_2lDIgWI/AAAAAAAAAzg/0v-1sfH4bLE/s1600/tumblr_ldkeu15EKc1qaoqy0o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRb_2lDIgWI/AAAAAAAAAzg/0v-1sfH4bLE/s320/tumblr_ldkeu15EKc1qaoqy0o1_400.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sunday and we only have five days left for this year and we shall start a new chapter of our live, a new year. the truth is, my new year is just like the other days. i've never celebrated new year before this because my parents taught me. we usually spend the night together, watch the new year programmes on tv and do the countdown from home. not saying i'm not looking forward for new year but for me new year is best to be celebrated with your family instead of going out to malls or anywhere with many people there and the place will be crowded which is annoying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has been a great year for me, my life has changed a lot. be it positive or negative changes, i'm still the same old me. i'm more matured now, i can think wisely before doing certain things eventhough how many mistakes i've done. i've heard a lot people saying about being sixteen is the best damn thing that's ever happened in your life but i'm not sure i can agree with that. it's fun but i don't know, i'm still confused with what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;december has been the toughest month ever for this year. i can actually list down the reasons i said it. i lost my grandfather on my mum's side, farro brothers left paramore, my cat had to go through a small surgery but he's getting better now, not getting a chance to have a vacation with my family due to family matters and the most of all that can highlight everything is losing a boyfriend but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i'm moving on and not looking back, not even once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4632323359470110?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRb_2lDIgWI/AAAAAAAAAzg/0v-1sfH4bLE/s72-c/tumblr_ldkeu15EKc1qaoqy0o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-167563685940681358</id><published>2010-12-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:01:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Come Back At All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRISdx3mpBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/02VDOHtAEbE/s1600/tumblr_ldqah3SrzW1qzoje0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRISdx3mpBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/02VDOHtAEbE/s320/tumblr_ldqah3SrzW1qzoje0o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i have a kind of feeling to tell the world about this, i feel so eager to type everything, express what i feel and eventually update my blog. as you can see i've added youtube music player here, tried doing it a few times and here is the result, i chose a song by john mayer and taylor swift because i keep listening to it most of the time currently. john mayer sings the whole song but taylor swift keeps repeating half of my heart when it comes to the chorus. what i'm trying to say is actually nothing ha ha very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the main topic, i've been feeling this lately but no one knows it other than me. it might be a serious topic to talk about but why not, i've been wanting to let it out so here it goes, let's see how long it'll be. like any other girls, ladies or women in this world, i've always wanted to wear a hijab. i do wear it but only when i go to school and add maths tuition. ignore the tuition part, for those who go to the same add maths tuition with me will understand why but if you still don't get it then just act like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like seeing pretty ladies wearing hijab, shawls or anything that covers their hair from being seen by the non muhrim men. what more when they can still look good, stylish and fashionable eventhough they're wearing their hijab. have you ever heard of a name called &lt;a href="http://peliks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;maria elena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? well if you haven't you should click her name and see the way she dresses and wears her hijab. she's one of the reasons i want to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to start wearing hijab on my own, like i want to wear it for real. i want to wear all the time like i should've done years ago but i guess the time hasn't come yet or i'm not getting enough support to wear it. i'm grateful and lucky, you know why? because i have an understanding parents, they don't force me to wear it. i know there are many people out there that are forced to wear hijab but they're not ready to do so and as a result they take it off when they think their parents can't see them. it's their right to do it so i won't question why they're brave to do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've said what i wanted to say and let's just hope i can fully make up my mind to start wearing hijab. it's not something easy to do but i know i can try doing it, time after time. it's not now or tomorrow but maybe soon, i'm sure the time will come. pray for me so i can make a positive change in my life and i'll do the same to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TRISdx3mpBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/02VDOHtAEbE/s72-c/tumblr_ldqah3SrzW1qzoje0o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1658341099955279586</id><published>2010-12-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:23:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;who knew it'd turn out to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;this fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i should've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-1658341099955279586?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1658341099955279586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-takes-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1658341099955279586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1658341099955279586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-takes-time.html' title='It Takes Time'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2598926561615652696</id><published>2010-12-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:21:17.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're An Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TQskL2yP_3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k-6auwH9vxU/s1600/tumblr_lcnxayKvI81qe3drso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TQskL2yP_3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/k-6auwH9vxU/s320/tumblr_lcnxayKvI81qe3drso1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've nothing to do right now, i'd like to make a wishlist. i've never done this publicly so let's see how long it'll take to list from a to z of what i want. i hope my parents will accidently read my blog, this post to exact and grant one of my wishes or all of them, tenenene :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#1 as a start i want a new phone, a better phone than the current one that i've been using for almost two years. it doesn't have to the latest one, a phone with a good sound effects because i listen to the music most of the time using my phone since i don't have an ipod, tsk tsk. i also want a phone with wifi access so i won't have to trouble myself to open the laptop just because i want to update myself with the current issues. a good quality camera is required too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#2 i want justin bieber's my worlds acoustic cd and book. not to forget, i also want to be an early bird to get the entrance passes for his concert if he comes here for real next year. i want to the first fan to watch his neversaynever movie since it will be shown next year, in 3D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#3 i want to start collecting longchamp's handbags, the whole collection if it's possible. i only have an inspired one, in red and my sister owns an orange one. we usually exchange our bags so it'd be nice to have more bags, different colours, patterns and designs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#4 i want to change my wardrobe, i want new clothes, pants and shoes. every girl wants this so this isn't something new to know. i don't need a drastic change, a change from time to time is already enough for me.&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;#5 i want to have an island getaway with my loved ones. the last time i went for an island getaway was at pulau payar marine park and it was three or four years ago.&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;there is still more to say but i guess the first five is all i can think of right now. i'll add more wishes soon when one of what i've stated here is granted. one thing for sure, i want an endless cash and to be with my favourite people all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2598926561615652696?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2598926561615652696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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school musical. i sort of stopped watching the sequels just because of her, i don't like watching her moves and all but it's kinda sad to see them not together anymore. it feels different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally did something productive yesterday, last night to be exact. went to physics tuition and started learning the form five syllabus. learned about tranverse waves and longitudinal waves ladidadida, i was blur a bit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really bored just now so i tried to change the look of my blog and tada! edited my blog a bit, here and there. sorry if it turned out to be ugly, i just don't know how to deal with the codes and all haha i'll edit some more when i want to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and hisan, i'm sorry about last night &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TQhrMdj8kkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/SDzg4e5FGDU/s72-c/tumblr_lb35n0fgbZ1qa7lxqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1475291093225195731</id><published>2010-12-13T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:36:32.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light A Fire Make It Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TQXHXiRSE_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/P5DFWYXFV0U/s1600/155184_1661361247750_1048750284_2057350_1960749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TQXHXiRSE_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/P5DFWYXFV0U/s320/155184_1661361247750_1048750284_2057350_1960749_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that there's only a fortnight left for all of us to enjoy our six weeks off from school? i didn't even notice four weeks have passed just like that, just like that. yes i know, i repeated the same words on purpose. see the picture above? this one was taken on a lovely evening yesterday, during fatin's sisters' reception. both of her sisters tied the knot on the same day, so we got to see two pairs of brides and grooms. the ladies were looking certainly pretty and the lads looking good in their shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like kgv has made some changes in informing the students about the classes we're gonna be in for next year. for the past few years we'd only be told on the first day of school but starting this year, all the informations are made through the school website. razlany, the monitor of my class for form four told me that i should check my form five class since they've updated the school website so i did it. guess what, i'll be in five iskandar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in iskandar for two years since i was in form one, four and i'll add another year for form five. i'm not sure whether i'm happy with my class and classmates, i'm not feeling anything, yet. but one thing i realize, i've had a feeling that i should start studying for real right after i found out about my class. no kidding but i seriously need a wake up call, a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bold.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Pepsi, &lt;b&gt;Sprite&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Mountain Dew&lt;/b&gt;, or Dr. Pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cats&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;horses&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;lizards&lt;/span&gt;, or hamsters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;cinema&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;computer&lt;/b&gt;, iPod, or gaming console&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, rap,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pop&lt;/b&gt;, metal, or punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;white&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;blue&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;red&lt;/b&gt;, or green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Salad,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hamburger&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;ice cream&lt;/b&gt;, chips,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;b&gt;fruit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;elementary&lt;/b&gt;, junior high,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;high school&lt;/b&gt;, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;United States, &lt;b&gt;Canada&lt;/b&gt;, Australia, &lt;b&gt;France&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;England&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;Ireland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swimming&lt;/b&gt;, fishing, tanning,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;theme parks&lt;/b&gt;, or camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snowball fights&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;snowmen&lt;/b&gt;, snow angels, or sledding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;math&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;science&lt;/b&gt;, history&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;or art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gummy worms,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lollipops&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;chocolate bars&lt;/b&gt;, or cotton candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Xbox 360, Gamecube, Super Nintendo, or handheld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt;, Xanga,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Tumblr, &lt;b&gt;YouTube&lt;/b&gt;, or Google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cute guys&lt;/b&gt;, tough guys, &lt;b&gt;smart guys&lt;/b&gt;,or &lt;b&gt;hot guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flats&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;heels&lt;/b&gt;, Uggs, &lt;b&gt;flip flops&lt;/b&gt; or skater shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Early morning, early afternoon,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;late afternoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;evening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bathroom, &lt;b&gt;living room,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;bedroom&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kitchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or attic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face-to-face&lt;/b&gt;, home phone, &lt;b&gt;instant messenger&lt;/b&gt;, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cell phone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skinny jeans&lt;/b&gt;, flared jeans, &lt;b&gt;capris&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;shorts&lt;/b&gt;, or &lt;b&gt;skirts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T-shirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hoodies, &lt;b&gt;tank top&lt;/b&gt;, tube top, or halter top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;McDonald’s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Wendy’s,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KFC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;, or Dairy Queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Car&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;airplane&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, train, boat, or &lt;b&gt;walking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Coffee, tea, &lt;b&gt;water&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;milk&lt;/b&gt;, or soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drama&lt;/b&gt;, comedy, &lt;b&gt;horror&lt;/b&gt;, action/adventure, or &lt;b&gt;thriller&lt;/b&gt;&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/6156309584835515324-3449185492622646785?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3449185492622646785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-aint-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3449185492622646785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3449185492622646785'/><link 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what, i was nervous and kind of shivering when i held the scissors in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started doing it by cutting the left side since i'm not having fringe, i don't know how to explain it but you can get what i'm trying to say by looking at my pictures. it turned out to be short, like fringe -.- luckily it was only on one side so it wasn't that obvious. judging on how it turned out like, i stopped doing it and i'll never cut my bangs on my own except when i have the real guts to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-1506486954755789891?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1506486954755789891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everything's fucked up,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oh very well then.&lt;/span&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span 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rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3914513028052190388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3914513028052190388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/11/everythings-fucked-up-oh-very-well-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3162901873274396975</id><published>2010-11-22T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:06:00.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been There Done That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TOofv-nAL2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/c4CI-9socHI/s1600/tumblr_lbwz3vOQi31qc2u00o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TOofv-nAL2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/c4CI-9socHI/s320/tumblr_lbwz3vOQi31qc2u00o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school holiday has officially started last saturday and i must say, i had a great weekend so it was a pretty good start for me to have more than a month off from going to school. fardeana invited me to join the pool dinner on saturday and i declined in the first place because i didn't feel like going out on a saturday night. thinking back most of my girlfriends were going so i couldn't say no, told her a night before the dinner was held that my boyfriend and i would join the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that bad at all, they did a good job and it turned out to be fun with the delicious food that was served, the games they created and eventhough only a small number of guests was there, i could see that everyone had fun so it was a good night for me. on the next day i woke up a little bit late since i'm done with the physics tuition for this year, otherwise i would've woke up earlier. as it was planned hisan and i went out to catch a movie and we watched unstoppable, now you know how happy i was during the weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-3162901873274396975?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3162901873274396975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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for the last time for this year today, nothing much happened. everything was still the same except for the part when we had to clean up our classroom together before it's going to be left for about six weeks and also the part when it comes to say goodbye and all. it's not like we are not going to see each other during the holiday but it just happened, all the time and every single year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember my classmates planned to be with the same faces for next year, they said they would write a letter to the school management to tell them about this. so much for wanting to stick together until the end of next year, i always bear in mind that actions speak louder than words so i think you should start thinking that way too but it's alright because it doesn't even matter to me, a new year and a brand new start for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TOZP9t95mPI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ZwaBkI1rC6U/s72-c/tumblr_lbpikvCC3Z1qbxr7eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-241590782562382097</id><published>2010-11-11T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:39:10.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows Burning In The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNvgm22NNtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/S-43ZF36Yw8/s1600/tumblr_laf2yhiZEs1qcguyio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNvgm22NNtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/S-43ZF36Yw8/s320/tumblr_laf2yhiZEs1qcguyio1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you may have found out about this while some may not, just so you know i've changed my number but that was a total mistake and i kinda regret for making such decision. just because my sim card couldn't find a way to do its job properly to ensure i can use it, i've decided to change my number. i didn't think wisely about it and guess what, i'll text you again saying i've changed my number back. i had to, i've been using the number for almost five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm still using the new number for now. i thought about going to the maxis centre today but it rained all the way back from school so i had to postpone it. mum said i should go to the maxis centre on saturday but i'll probably go there tomorrow instead. the new number is easy to remember and all but when you've been using a number for years, you won't stop thinking about it after you've changed to a new number. well, maybe not you but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't be mad when you get my message, yes tau gelabah nak tukar number then tukar balik jangan la marah and those who still haven't given me your number, please do so ok? that will really help me. do you realise how many time i've repeated the word 'number' in this post? surely more than ten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-241590782562382097?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNvgm22NNtI/AAAAAAAAAwY/S-43ZF36Yw8/s72-c/tumblr_laf2yhiZEs1qcguyio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6728046532641182698</id><published>2010-11-08T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:02:50.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Our Friends Got The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNfu1mTOdUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4oN-Gz-4B64/s1600/tumblr_lbchkjVD481qcb2qvo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNfu1mTOdUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4oN-Gz-4B64/s320/tumblr_lbchkjVD481qcb2qvo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to some songs by travie mccoy repeatedly and continuously. he is one of the lucky guys i find as attractive with piercings and tattoos. twenty minutes ago i felt like blogging and now i've been typing and deleting everything that i've typed. even to finish a sentence is hard when you think you've the idea to write but once you've started doing it, the ideas went away just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know that i'll be getting a dance mat for myself soon? well, my desk-mate bought it a few months ago and she told me about it. i was interested to know everything about the dance mat, on how she plays it, where to get it and more. i have finally made up my mind and wanted to buy it by this week because i've never bought anything from the internet. used to buy a bag once via the internet but i didn't get it on my own, fatin helped me to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to bank in the money today but dad insisted to go to their store on his own. we can save the postage cost if he bought it directly from the store but to have to wait is killing me. i thought i could get the dance mat within a few days left but looks like i have to wait some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6728046532641182698?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6728046532641182698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-our-friends-got-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4356289257897384121</id><published>2010-11-03T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:44:40.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard To Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNDtZzaOPXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/nwmP2w4zhuc/s1600/tumblr_l9ykuhp38w1qa9jx4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNDtZzaOPXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/nwmP2w4zhuc/s320/tumblr_l9ykuhp38w1qa9jx4o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost another kitten last night. the second kitten after her sister went away with no track to be found last two weeks ago on the same day and almost the same time, around eleven on tuesday night. i am not sure with the sex of my kittens since they're only a few months old right now so i shall call them as a female kitten since they look like one. do you know what it feels like to have lost two kittens within two weeks? if you're a cat lover, you'll understand my feelings for losing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's clear now that both of them were attacked by a stray cat when it happened last night. a cat that i've never seen before in my neighbourhood but i know that the heartless stray cat who took their lives away just like that has been observing them for quite a long time because maybe it's a coincidence but the stray cat attacked them on the same day, different week. no matter how swollen my eyes right now for crying the whole night and how hard i am trying to accept the fact that you're gone, you'll always be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i knew that you're going to be attacked last night, i wouldn't let you out. i blame myself for losing you because this ain't the first time it happened. two weeks ago i let your sibling out and i heard the sound of her voice screaming for help but i was too late, i didn't get the chance to save you and the second i went out to look for you, you were no longer to be found. this might sound silly but it's just an assumption we made because we couldn't track you so we thought that maybe an eagle took you away but it looks like it's the cat that attacked you last night who did this to your sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you must be missing your sibling because last night was the night that you had to go away to heaven to live together with her, in peace. i heard &amp;nbsp;your mother's voice trying to fight with the stray cat to save you but again, i was late. you were already attacked by the cat because i could see blood on your arm and your head. i quickly called my dad but there's nothing left for us to do. you were trying so hard to fight with your pain but god must have loved you and he didn't want you to live in pain so he took you from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's breaking my heart is because the pain you had to go through to die. i couldn't imagine what you felt when you were being attacked by the killer. we buried you and i could hear dad said goodbye to you when he was doing the job to bury you. i cried the whole night, i couldn't sleep because it's hard to accept the fact that you're gone forever in a very bad and harsh way. you left a big impact to my life and i won't be careless next time, i'll make sure your only sister, mother and elder brother that are alive right now will be safe from any harm. allah bless you and always remember that the whole family loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4356289257897384121?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TNDtZzaOPXI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/nwmP2w4zhuc/s72-c/tumblr_l9ykuhp38w1qa9jx4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4489563088197839764</id><published>2010-10-28T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:59:43.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TMjqaowB_sI/AAAAAAAAAvo/V7OItouLO6E/s1600/tumblr_l9qwlhwIOx1qcm4wto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TMjqaowB_sI/AAAAAAAAAvo/V7OItouLO6E/s320/tumblr_l9qwlhwIOx1qcm4wto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take that, i love the picture above. no i'm not jealous at all of you having an awesome camera but you see, the picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finally finished sitting for the final exams on wednesday and as a result i skipped school today because i wanted to sleep. i need a lot of sleep. i guess i won't be doing anything at the moment other than spending most of my time to sleep. most of my classmates are not coming to school today, they're going out to celebrate a friend's birthday. i wanted to join them but my mum said i shouldn't skip school just for the sake of going out with my friends. things like this happen all the time when your mum is just like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess she's right for making a decision like this because i can save up my cash for better things. otherwise i would've spent at least twenty ringgit today. talking about exams, everything went well no matter how bad i did. i can say all the subjects were hard, like they always do. i heard from some friends that pure science classes are going to have what should i call it, streaming? smart students will be placed in a good class while the the others will be placed in an average class. i wonder which class i'll be in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4489563088197839764?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4489563088197839764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/10/way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4657612387873914292</id><published>2010-10-18T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:28:18.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Bury The Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TLwRTP1p5eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LHSlnyeuRTs/s1600/tumblr_l7b320K7u91qd6wkbo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TLwRTP1p5eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LHSlnyeuRTs/s320/tumblr_l7b320K7u91qd6wkbo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their concert's tomorrow, i cannot go because i've to sit for add maths on the next day. they're probably on their way to come here right now. to those of you who are going, you're so lucky k. i envy you a lot. bye hayley, bye josh, bye jeremy, bye taylor, bye zac,&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;b&gt;paramore&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4657612387873914292?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4657612387873914292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-bury-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4657612387873914292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4657612387873914292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-bury-castle.html' title='To Bury The Castle'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TLwRTP1p5eI/AAAAAAAAAvk/LHSlnyeuRTs/s72-c/tumblr_l7b320K7u91qd6wkbo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4559374312565058501</id><published>2010-10-10T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:37:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mind Is In Disturbia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TLFDmD-nmaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gvpEVN5Ob0I/s1600/tumblr_l90xcvVCBQ1qbpw3xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TLFDmD-nmaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gvpEVN5Ob0I/s320/tumblr_l90xcvVCBQ1qbpw3xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;its 101010 and i know it must be a special date for most of us in this world. i can see people have been constantly tweeting and updating their status on twitter and facebook about today's date that they say can only happen once in a lifetime. our own astronout's wedding is tonight, i'm looking forward to watch the wedding live on tv. it must be really grand and deserves to be called as the wedding of the year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;final exams will start within a few days, approximately three days from today. i've started studying but i still haven't finished revising. i should've started earlier but i was too lazy to do so. this will be the first time i'll be spending three weeks in a month just to do the exams since there will be many papers to be answered. nine subjects and twenty three papers to be done, god knows how long does it take to finish all of them. best of luck georgians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4559374312565058501?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4559374312565058501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TLFDmD-nmaI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gvpEVN5Ob0I/s72-c/tumblr_l90xcvVCBQ1qbpw3xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2113640712471920534</id><published>2010-09-25T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:52:12.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If One of Them Is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TJ2VpX1LqUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/30psibHInX4/s1600/tumblr_l8q3o4ncxU1qc5fyno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TJ2VpX1LqUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/30psibHInX4/s320/tumblr_l8q3o4ncxU1qc5fyno1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just finished reading sarah's blog and she wrote about those prefects stuff. i have to say most of the things she wrote is absolutely true and i agree with her, every single line that she said is true. it's not like i'm giving up but i should let out all the things that i've been feeling lately. yes i was the one who wanted to be a prefect just to make sure i'll have the ten points for my future, like every one else that applied to be one too. they applied for the same reason as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna give up, i have to be strong and do whatever it takes until june next year when i can officially resign with the others. this is just a post to express what i feel since sarah was brave enough to do it, why can't i do the same thing? the main reason i couldn't give up is because my mother has spent a lot for me to become a prefect from paying for the uniforms, blazer, shoes and all the things you name it. i also have sacrificed my time and energy on this from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now our school has made some changes where students can have recess for thirty minutes while the prefects are still having the same ten minutes to eat. every one feels this is not fair and changes should be taken for us. next, we can't even sit down while doing our duty and we have to stand until our duty ends. there's so much to say but i'm just afraid that it will give a bad impression on the prefectorial board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should repeat the same thing again or anything bad might happen. i made this post to let out what i feel, it's not like i'm giving up to be a prefect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2113640712471920534?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2113640712471920534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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this in We Are Writers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;went out with my boy yesterday and it was fun since we haven't gone out for more than a month due to puasa. &amp;nbsp;he wanted to watch step up 3 in 3D but the only 3D show was available yesterday was at 5 pm so we decided to watch step up 3 without the 3D. i can say the movie was really good, a whole lot better than the first and the second movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then we had subway for lunch and i bought a pair of skinny jeans and a watch, i'm so happy now. i wanted to get a jeans but since i'm a fat kid, all the jeans that i tried didn't fit me. how sad is that but thank you for another great day for the both of us, hisan&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;reached home before eight, showered and my sister drove me to asa's place. i haven't seen that girl for more than a year i think. i was happy i could see her and we could catch up a bit last night. although i only spent less than two hours there, i had fun talking to a friend that i've known for almost three years.&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;i can still remember what i tweeted on tuesday night on how much i wanted to have a great day on the next day and i have to say i really had a great day yesterday with my boy and asa, so thank you to the both of you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TJG07bnmPHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/kkluFBBd61c/s72-c/59360_703499050103_202213_38744139_3802225_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7509542495200717688</id><published>2010-09-04T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:49:34.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your World Is My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dear Ahmad Hisan,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'd like to thank you, for everything :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-7509542495200717688?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7509542495200717688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-world-is-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7509542495200717688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7509542495200717688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/09/your-world-is-my-world.html' title='Your World Is My World'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4084450004092228079</id><published>2010-09-02T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T12:54:54.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TH8m1WioPMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/05LIPPCXcF0/s1600/tumblr_l6g8wpg0la1qb8zm4o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TH8m1WioPMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/05LIPPCXcF0/s320/tumblr_l6g8wpg0la1qb8zm4o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school today just because i haven't done my add maths hw on differentiation and the handouts for physics. stayed home alone and i decided to make a post, a short one. today is already the second day of september, my favourite month of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i've always loved the month when i was born, too many things happened on september every year. be it the good things or bad things, they made me stronger.&amp;nbsp;some of you may have noticed the about me profile on my right, i wrote there 'sweet sixteen on sweet september'. it's obvious that i'll be turning sixteen this year, within a few days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being fifteen is fun, no doubt that it has totally changed my life because i'm more mature and stronger right now. sixteen is just a number and i know i'll have to face more challenges in life but that's life kan?&amp;nbsp;i won't ask for anything but i just hope that being sixteen will be fun and with the awesome people around me, i know i will :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-4084450004092228079?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4084450004092228079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4084450004092228079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4084450004092228079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-is-here.html' title='The End Is Here'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TH8m1WioPMI/AAAAAAAAAvE/05LIPPCXcF0/s72-c/tumblr_l6g8wpg0la1qb8zm4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3994598223920468994</id><published>2010-08-28T14:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:46:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like It's Dynamite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/THivNTcS1iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n8hKzyusd3I/s1600/tumblr_l7s50cdlZH1qzmet2o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/THivNTcS1iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n8hKzyusd3I/s320/tumblr_l7s50cdlZH1qzmet2o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was fun :) i finally went out for berbuka puasa for the first time for this year with my classmates. well, it wasn't like everyone was there so let's just say, with some friends, nine of them. even the class monitor couldn't make it but it's alright. we planned it on wednesday and the buka puasa thingy was held yesterday so we totally could understand the reason(s) you guys couldn't be there. i know there's a post i wrote about my classmates but i posted it when i was mad so yeah, and it's only about the position of the tables so it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister drove me to mcd around 615 and arrived at 645 something like that. it wasn't that far but ya know, everyone wanted to go back home so the traffic ended up to be really bad. all cars weren't moving even when we already reached mcd. the queue for drive-thru was long and it rained. yadayadayada i had my all time favourite, spicy chicken mcdeluxe. went home around nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's already the 18th day of puasa kan? up until now i still haven't bought a thing for raya, even a pair of baju kurung. how cool is that? might gonna get it tomorrow, since we're going to send my sisters back. hisan is in kl right now doing his shopping with his family while i'm still here, trying to finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if paramore is really gonna come here on october 19, i'll definitely go. like seriously i'm gonna make sure i can and i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/THivNTcS1iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/n8hKzyusd3I/s72-c/tumblr_l7s50cdlZH1qzmet2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6223748715715976497</id><published>2010-08-21T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:07:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Senses Come Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TG94ohxJf9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/toVsNfhq1Ok/s1600/tumblr_kserifbiHt1qzfgd7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TG94ohxJf9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/toVsNfhq1Ok/s320/tumblr_kserifbiHt1qzfgd7o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy 21st, boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10 months and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good to see you just now eventhough it was only for about three minutes. get well soon hun, i can't wait to see you again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6223748715715976497?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6223748715715976497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-senses-come-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6223748715715976497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6223748715715976497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-senses-come-alive.html' title='My Senses Come Alive'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TG94ohxJf9I/AAAAAAAAAuk/toVsNfhq1Ok/s72-c/tumblr_kserifbiHt1qzfgd7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3691773452278523181</id><published>2010-08-14T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:07:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Now I'm So Over It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TGYs_LpOeNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zN4s_XwkjL0/s1600/tumblr_l6vl6uOpnW1qzwjado1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TGYs_LpOeNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zN4s_XwkjL0/s320/tumblr_l6vl6uOpnW1qzwjado1_400.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;have you ever been in a situation where you feel like you're kinda left out? just so you know, i've been in the situation for the past few days. i bet you guys know who you are, who did this to me. maybe i'm the only one who's having this feelings, maybe i'm just being emotional and all but what would you feel if you were in my shoes? i know the others are ok with this and you guys would say this is just a small issue and there's nothing to feel bad and offended. hmm ok whatever. maybe i'm just too emotional and sensitive, i'm gonna shut up and go through it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;if you guys didn't change the positions of where all of us were sitting in our class, i wouldn't feel this way. why do you have to follow the other classes who have changed the positions of their tables and chairs? why, why and why? ok maybe because you wanted something new and different so that's alright but do you really have to change the places? the one who used to sit beside me is now sitting in front of me. the four of us who used to sit in a row are now changing places. what i'm trying to say is, just because i didn't complain and say anything when you guys discussed about it, it doesn't mean i'm happy with it. you know how many of us disagree about this but you just didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;this 'you' is referring to you guys who planned about this not just a single person but all of you who wanted to do this and have already done it. i don't really know how to say this. i feel like i'm left out and right after eight months we're all in this together, i feel like we're drifting apart. i know this is just a little tiny issue but just think about it, what would you feel if you were in my shoes? you don't have to change anything, don't change the places back like how it used to be because i won't feel the same anymore. say whatever you want if you people accidently read this. just saying ya know, at some point i have to let it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-3691773452278523181?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3691773452278523181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-now-im-so-over-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3691773452278523181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3691773452278523181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/08/but-now-im-so-over-it.html' title='But Now I&apos;m So Over It'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TGYs_LpOeNI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zN4s_XwkjL0/s72-c/tumblr_l6vl6uOpnW1qzwjado1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6850314167620104488</id><published>2010-08-11T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:44:50.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer In The Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TGJc3KdviAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7kT0QcuT26E/s1600/tumblr_l36ulkzzBk1qzjggvo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TGJc3KdviAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/7kT0QcuT26E/s320/tumblr_l36ulkzzBk1qzjggvo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fasting everyone :) today is the first day and it is actually our first ramadhan together, kan? well, i'm sure you know who you are, lover of mine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; last saturday was your birthday and i hope what i did was good enough for you, ok? and the cake, i'll bake it for you soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i went to school as usual and finished sitting for the monthly test but up until now i'm still not sure whether the test i did was for july or august test, ok wtv. i didn't prepare myself at all for all subjects so i wonder how my results are gonna look like. my classmate told me that most of us in our class failed our add maths paper, that's something i've already expected. gonna get the paper tomorrow so yeah, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mum and i were on our way back home, she told me that my sisters are coming back this weekend since it's the first weekend for ramadhan so the five of us will gather back together awww :) by the way,&amp;nbsp;sophy's gonna deliver her babies soon, very soon. so gemok's gonna get new sisters and/or brothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6850314167620104488?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6850314167620104488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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everyone is involved with this thing. my parents are coming on this saturday to watch me getting the anugerah for my pmr. us, the form 4s have to wait for so so long until our names will be called because we will be the last ones to receive the anugerah. ok alright then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with the rehearsel, went back to class and didn't even learn a thing during biology and add maths. stayed in class with the girls and and i think it was amira who came up with an idea to play truth or dare but we changed it. instead of playing truth and dare, we only played truth. a lot of dirty little secrets were revealed when it was our turn and we had to answer the questions that was asked truthfully. it was hmm how should i say it, of course some of us may get hurt to know the truth but it was really good because we could clear things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, went to the lab for physics. as always, i was sleepy and couldn't focus to what we were learning. the only thing i knew was we learned about archimedes' principle and did an experiment to prove it. what i did was i read dayah's book on learning japanese that she has been carrying everywhere she goes because she might get selected to go to japan this december for the afs thingy. good luck girl, i know you'll get it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2656215923208220475?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2656215923208220475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/07/got-that-warm-fuzzy-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2656215923208220475'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5882718056333029587</id><published>2010-07-08T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:09:46.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Matter of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TDWtUzexKsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LpvalulnuSw/s1600/tumblr_kzpdr4z41S1qajqi4o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TDWtUzexKsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LpvalulnuSw/s320/tumblr_kzpdr4z41S1qajqi4o1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i bet you know the reason i chose a picture of bella and jacob :) everyone knows that eclipse is out today. my boyfriend and i couldn't watch it on the first day just like we did for new moon since we've got to go to school haha. i can't even watch it on this weekend because there'll be my cousin's wedding going on this saturday and i'll be in kl for two days. next week's gonna be a hectic week for me, so it looks like i'll be the lamest person on earth for not watching eclipse. oh well, nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i mentioned on my previous post that i went for the prefects' interview last week kan? the results were out yesterday and guess what, i got it haha. most of my classmates got the place to be the prefect candidates. we're gonna go through the orientation week that'll start on next monday and we'll have to attend a camp, then only we'll know whether we're chosen or not to be a prefect. there's so many things to do, whatever it is, let's just hope for the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-5882718056333029587?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5882718056333029587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-matter-of-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5882718056333029587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5882718056333029587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-matter-of-time.html' title='It&apos;s A Matter of Time'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TDWtUzexKsI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LpvalulnuSw/s72-c/tumblr_kzpdr4z41S1qajqi4o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2766689350906001103</id><published>2010-07-02T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:57:27.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday’s A Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBzd4KtjihI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Px0SndUY_HE/s1600/tumblr_l45z3iMjvU1qbu1ovo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBzd4KtjihI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Px0SndUY_HE/s320/tumblr_l45z3iMjvU1qbu1ovo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i am home alone and i am starving. i haven't had my lunch yet. mom's having a meeting right now, dad's working and sister went to subang this morning. what can i say, they left me alone with sophy and gemok. eh wait, sophy isn't here too. she went out so there's only me and gemok. in case if you don't know, sophy and gemok are my cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;oh well, i finally started to ganti puasa yesterday. one down and ten more to go. i've always wanted to do it but i couldn't. so i made up my mind to start doing it or i wouldn't have enough time to finish all of the eleven days. i didn't even eat for sahur, just drank a glass of cold water since i was too sleepy to eat. the best part of the day was when i can finally eat. mom bought me the toasted pocketful from kfc. it was okay but it will taste better if it's spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;just so you know, i applied to be a prefect. just wanna try something new. already sent the form last week and i managed to go to the next level, the interview session. after&amp;nbsp;school ended yesterday, i went for the prefects' interview. dayah said my nervousness was so obvious in my face and seriously, i was nervous. i had butterflies in my tummy since i've never been interviewed before this. i was one of the last ones to be interviewed. after my name was called, i went in and answered everything that was asked confidently hahahahaha. they asked me a few tricky questions and it was kinda hard to answer. the results will be out on tuesday, i've tried my best ok? so we'll see :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;gonna stop now, i have to eat and i know hisan's waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-2766689350906001103?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2766689350906001103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/07/everydays-roller-coaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2766689350906001103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2766689350906001103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/07/everydays-roller-coaster.html' title='Everyday’s A Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6167786015908769814?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6167786015908769814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-voice-is-my-favourite-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6167786015908769814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6167786015908769814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/06/your-voice-is-my-favourite-sound.html' title='Your Voice Is My Favourite Sound'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8281405503050605221</id><published>2010-06-14T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:39:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquakes Can't Shake Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBXhA0JIIEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MLtfsMt_CrA/s1600/tumblr_kwrbvs6hTD1qavzoco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBXhA0JIIEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MLtfsMt_CrA/s320/tumblr_kwrbvs6hTD1qavzoco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i think now is actually the mating season for cats because my cat, gemok has been making weird sounds everyday and every single minute. his mom, sophy also loves to go out to meet her boyfriend, a cat who lives next door. she's currently pregnant kot, the doctor once told us when we took them to the vet. but i hope they'll be fine :) see, he's making the weird sounds again -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;went to klang and bangsar yesterday with mi familia. had lunch at my dad's favourite restaurant in cyberjaya. then we went to bangsar to meet my grandparents and had dinner there. apparently, my cousin, abg riza will be getting married on july. yeay, something to look forward to for next month :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i've been doing this biology thingy for hours and still haven't finished doing it. all of us, my classmates and i have only learnt until chapter 5 and now we have to an assignment on chapter 9? i don't know exactly what to do so i've made up my mind to copy and paste everything i've found on the internet or maybe, i'll edit it as soon as i've finished doing it. yes yes i know it's plagiarism but the only thing that i want is my work to be done. that's all. why only the pure science students in my school have to do this? it's not fair. we'll even have to sit for a test based on the assignment we have to do. sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i have add maths tuition later and gonna see hisan tonight, oh yeay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-8281405503050605221?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/8281405503050605221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/06/earthquakes-cant-shake-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8281405503050605221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/8281405503050605221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/06/earthquakes-cant-shake-us.html' title='Earthquakes Can&apos;t Shake Us'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBXhA0JIIEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/MLtfsMt_CrA/s72-c/tumblr_kwrbvs6hTD1qavzoco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8751047942951262682</id><published>2010-06-12T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:36:38.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Never Say Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBOf6jHuVnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5_FA9WYAjaw/s1600/tumblr_kvbmtiYdhs1qzyy8go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBOf6jHuVnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5_FA9WYAjaw/s320/tumblr_kvbmtiYdhs1qzyy8go1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the one who used to call me baby when i was a kid is now married to kak nadia, congratulations abg ayie aka OB's son and her wife :) and burn, 21 tents la. you missed one tent :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i miss blogging tau? haha well, as you can see, i've actually changed the background, fonts and almost everything here. bored with the old one so i've changed everything. it looks a little bit different now but i like it, for now :)&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;went out on a date with hihihisannnn on thursday. my mum sent us to mbo and we watched the karate kid on the first day! (y) jaden smith is kinda cool ya know? all i can say you should go out, spend about two hours and watch this one. it won't be a waste :) had lunch, his mummy came to fetch us and went back to his house. played wii for the first time, how lame i am kan? haha played bowling with his siblings, had fun and my dad fetch me around 6. he talked to my dad for a while, i know how nervous he was haha. thank you love, you made my day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mellisa sent me a message just now, a list of hw -.- and now i have like only a week left to finish everything, sigh -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-8751047942951262682?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBOf6jHuVnI/AAAAAAAAAsM/5_FA9WYAjaw/s72-c/tumblr_kvbmtiYdhs1qzyy8go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6315015005288494292</id><published>2010-06-11T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:01:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Your Moment No Hesitations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBJdLKneJoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/GxLM0koQXD8/s1600/tumblr_l0n7b9PmzW1qb1l2co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/TBJdLKneJoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/GxLM0koQXD8/s400/tumblr_l0n7b9PmzW1qb1l2co1_500.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can i do the same thing like judith did? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-6315015005288494292?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6315015005288494292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-your-moment-no-hesitations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6315015005288494292'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-197997937602084655</id><published>2010-05-21T18:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:57:19.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make Me Dance Like A Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S_ZYFjPvEzI/AAAAAAAAArg/NwTzdbjfo28/s1600/tumblr_l2icrolZPF1qaerfso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S_ZYFjPvEzI/AAAAAAAAArg/NwTzdbjfo28/s320/tumblr_l2icrolZPF1qaerfso1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has been seven months already, how fast time flies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when you're around everything seems to be just perfect. after all the shits we've gone through, i am so glad to know we're still together. i am still in love with the same person i've known for more than three years. i should've noticed all the signs that you were the one for me earlier but i didn't because i liked all the wrong guys. if it weren't for you, i wouldn't be this happy ya know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you, hisan&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&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/6156309584835515324-197997937602084655?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S_ZYFjPvEzI/AAAAAAAAArg/NwTzdbjfo28/s72-c/tumblr_l2icrolZPF1qaerfso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5999202776947759408</id><published>2010-05-16T19:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:38:55.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Pain Is Just A Simple Compromise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S-_iJnZVHvI/AAAAAAAAArY/cCmxzEmMGWg/s1600/tumblr_l2icjbHx1v1qb154go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S-_iJnZVHvI/AAAAAAAAArY/cCmxzEmMGWg/s320/tumblr_l2icjbHx1v1qb154go1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that someone is me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, okay?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6156309584835515324-5999202776947759408?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S-_iJnZVHvI/AAAAAAAAArY/cCmxzEmMGWg/s72-c/tumblr_l2icjbHx1v1qb154go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-900160136641802387</id><published>2010-05-09T12:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:39:06.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Melody When The Night's So Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S-Y06CfxxGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OVMGkyVoGDg/s1600/31287_1458264143572_1442430771_31204848_2140825_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S-Y06CfxxGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OVMGkyVoGDg/s320/31287_1458264143572_1442430771_31204848_2140825_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is actually one of the best pictures captured last night :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on saturday, my sister, ibu and i went out to where else could it be, jj to get a few things. bought a few books, ibu bought a pair of pumps for herself and my sister bought a card for the mother's day which is today. so yeah, HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY IBU &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;bought some groceries and went home. arrived, showered and off i went to fatin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mai, umyra, mira, dart, syaq, muz and his cousin. fatin gave us a few glow sticks or light sticks of whatever it is called. i picked three colours, turqouise, red and yellow. then khilda, fardeana, akmal, naqiuddin and amal arrived. sang the birthday song, twice! ate the delicious pecan butterscotch. we actually started eating by having dessert first, followed by soto and satay. took lots of pictures and we ate again, three times! another dessert, we had double dutch ice cream while waiting for my sister to fetch me. reached home by 1120. thank you ajak datang fatin, sumpah kenyang okay? haha&amp;nbsp;eventhough hisan couldn't come, i still had fun with the ladies :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-900160136641802387?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/900160136641802387/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S-Y06CfxxGI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OVMGkyVoGDg/s72-c/31287_1458264143572_1442430771_31204848_2140825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1527230968547083695</id><published>2010-04-21T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:39:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause Shawty Is A Eenie Meenie Miney Moe Lova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S87LRnCiPUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/OAeXqfPrQ7E/s1600/12314_395009390944_737765944_4060945_1546019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S87LRnCiPUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/OAeXqfPrQ7E/s320/12314_395009390944_737765944_4060945_1546019_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy 21st, love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six awesome months, who knew we'd make it this far :') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;months going strong now and no goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;unconditional, unoriginal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;always by my side, meant to be together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;meant for no one but each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you love me, i love you harder so &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday, during our biology class, we did and experiment on err can't recall what the experiment was all about. amira, umyra and i were in the same group. told ya what, we totally screwed up -.- i didn't understand the procedures at all, i can definitely read 'em but i didn't get the idea so yeah, everything was a mess. iodine was all over the place on the table, we didn't get to maintain all the different temperatures of the water bath, we got scolded by our teacher for dropping too much of iodine, we didn't get the correct results and all. everything we did was wrong -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've lost my reading and comprehension book. i don't know where it is and as a result, i can't do my work inside the book. luckily i wasn't the only one who didn't have the book at the moment so fadiela and i went to see ze teacher to ask about our books and she said she didn't have any books with her -.- we had to do our summary on a piece of paper, sigh siapa la ambik buku tu hmm -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough about all the emo stuff because i should be the happiest person on earth today and i am :) you know why kan? well, one thing for sure, thank you for everything. you've always been the best &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&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/6156309584835515324-1527230968547083695?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1527230968547083695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-shawty-is-eenie-meenie-miney-moe.html#comment-form' title='2 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totally dead. a few months ago, i've thought about deleting my blog but thinking back, i shouldn't do it. let's just keep it this way, i won't delete my blog but don't get upset whenever you type my link on the address bar and you'll see there's no updates posted here. i've been busy lah nowadays, it feels like i'll be sitting for my pmr for the second time this year. tonnes of hw, tough subjects and more. hmm sabar jela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the whole week has been fine, as always.&amp;nbsp;i couldn't use my cellphone from monday morning until thursday. eh wait, my cellphone's okay but the sim card la couldn't be used -.- the only thing written on the screen was 'inactive sim', 'no access to network' and 'no network coverage'. i asked some friends whether they can use their phone or not and semua la cakap boleh? i&amp;nbsp;was pissed off, for sure la kan since i was the only one who had to go through this problem. so on wednesday, i called maxis customer service and talked to the operator. the indian lady told me that network in seremban's okay at the moment so she asked me to go to the maxis centre to renew my sim card because i've been using the same sim card for a few years and i should get a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next day, right after school my mom drove me to maxis centre. the promotter asked me to fill in a form and we had to wait for like, twenty minutes until my turn was called. bla bla bla, paid RM10 and i got my new sim card. went home, tried the sim card and it was all good. i'm still using the same number btw :) on the same day,&amp;nbsp;after dad came back from work, the three of us went to a clinic. my mom sprained her ankle while she was teaching PE. poor her, she hasn't been able to walk properly now.&amp;nbsp;i got physics tuition tomorrow, syana and i had to switch our day with khilda and syaq since they got err debate kot esok? but it is just for this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S79Xy_QbHqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k4do6AhXg2Y/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S79Xy_QbHqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/k4do6AhXg2Y/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh look here. profile views, 1001 dah? haha lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run, bye!&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' 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S78DkpFzQGI/AAAAAAAAAp8/jYpsdAN2ieY/s72-c/tumblr_kv7nwrSpdY1qzyy8go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5605904268886726313</id><published>2010-03-28T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:39:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause This Is As Unconditional As It'll Ever Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S65AgpjswxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/q7QM16m9kYo/s1600/4357207392_a84d265bd6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S65AgpjswxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/q7QM16m9kYo/s320/4357207392_a84d265bd6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JUSTIN BIEBER'S MY WORLDS&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;my world 1.0 and&amp;nbsp;my world 2.0 =&amp;nbsp;MINEEEEEEE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter la kan whether it is malaysia edition or not ( this is referring to ahmad hisan, tadi drop org beli yg malaysia edition, tak perasan la -.- ) janji ada okay? oh yeah, post ni nak membajet ada jb punya cd okay? tak suka, tak kisah haha. went out with my sister and ze boyf, bought the cd, murahhhhh sangat :) and also, dapat limited edition jb punya handkerchief? haha comel! i haven't finished listening to all the songs yet but jb and his songs are still awesome ♥ go and get one, if you don't like him then don't. okay? as simple as that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world 1.0&lt;br /&gt;one time, favourite girl, down to earth, bigger, one less lonely girl, first dance, love me, common denominator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world 2.0&lt;br /&gt;baby, somebody to love, stuck in the moment, u smile, runaway love, never let you go, overboard, eenie meenie, up, that should be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's worth it, trust me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-5605904268886726313?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5605904268886726313/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S65AgpjswxI/AAAAAAAAAp0/q7QM16m9kYo/s72-c/4357207392_a84d265bd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8152176732267661359</id><published>2010-03-19T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:39:46.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Of Anything Can Make You Sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S6JZuZblwdI/AAAAAAAAApc/r3bkAbD1Lbs/s1600-h/24805_105685466118569_100000313486490_141959_2547146_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S6JZuZblwdI/AAAAAAAAApc/r3bkAbD1Lbs/s320/24805_105685466118569_100000313486490_141959_2547146_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;jb yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend + monday, all of us, the ksf members went to melaka. won't write too many things about the trip right here, just go through to some of the ksf members' blogs, everything's there :) oh yeah before we went to melaka, we had this one err photoshop workshop. hisan boy, bosan sikit la okay? dah you were the only one yg guna photoshop tu mmg la? haha tak kisah la. reached the hotel around 2 or 3 pm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wish fatin was there because farah and i were the only form 4 female members okay? except for the boys la kan. so basically, all the girls had to share this one apartment with three bedrooms and two toilets. 17 of us had to share two toilets, bayangkan la -.- farah and i decided to share our room with the form 1s because we've known them better than the others. so the two of us, najwa, iman, nazzhan and aziera shared a room while the other two rooms were left for the form 2s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the same day we went to dataran pahlawan, umbai for dinner as it was planned.&amp;nbsp;unfortunately it rained and things were a little bit messed up. the next day, off we went to a museum, a famosa, mahkota parade, planetarium and night zoo. on monday, we had our majlis penutup and went to jusco, baru buka katanya. i bought a pair of skinny jeans haha and two tops. yadayadayada arrived seremban :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;skipped my add maths tuition that day, for the first time haha. the next day, went to chemistry tuition in the morning and after that, ze boyf's mummy asked me to join them to go sunway lagoon and i was like 0_o &amp;nbsp; went home, asked ibu and she said suka hati? haha at first i didn't think of joining them but ze boyf insisted for me to go, he even let his mummy talked to me on the phone. couldn't say no, what else do you expect la kan? haha so went there with ze boyf himself, his lil bro and sisters and his mummy. had lots of fun, playing all the rides etc. btw that was my first time to go there k? haha and also, for the first time, lunch at subway haha lame kan semua first time haha.&amp;nbsp;reached home before 8 pm and yeah, thank you aunty :)&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/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S6HypI3klJI/AAAAAAAAApU/HCBRCWBR3Js/s1600-h/l_08f0202e77504f2eb4e5ee8765c9fcb4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S6HypI3klJI/AAAAAAAAApU/HCBRCWBR3Js/s320/l_08f0202e77504f2eb4e5ee8765c9fcb4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;kesian hisan kita, muka tahan muntah lepas terpaksa naik roller coaster haha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://namasayamiyra.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-way-too-cute.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, she wrote things about ze boyf. try la mintak kalau nak sangat? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa this is long, didn't expect it would turn out to be this long haha. okay okay i'm done, ada org bising lambat publish haha and yeah a few days left for holiday, sigh damn it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6156309584835515324-8152176732267661359?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S6JZuZblwdI/AAAAAAAAApc/r3bkAbD1Lbs/s72-c/24805_105685466118569_100000313486490_141959_2547146_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5906845776253012177</id><published>2010-03-07T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:39:57.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Beg You Nice From My Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S5OAnz1-hgI/AAAAAAAAApM/3u_r90IiWHk/s1600-h/tumblr_kywottDTDb1qzhjnto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S5OAnz1-hgI/AAAAAAAAApM/3u_r90IiWHk/s320/tumblr_kywottDTDb1qzhjnto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today is the day and as i already knew, i am not going to see them in singapore :(&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i am hereby demanding for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to come to malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Next time you point a finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll point you to the mirror "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/6156309584835515324-5906845776253012177?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5906845776253012177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-beg-you-nice-from-my-knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5906845776253012177'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5067777928581417276</id><published>2010-03-05T23:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:40:05.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly The Ocean In A Silver Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S5DVF4R9kPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NZm7FHM18MA/s1600-h/tumblr_kvbnxwdIGJ1qzyy8go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S5DVF4R9kPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NZm7FHM18MA/s320/tumblr_kvbnxwdIGJ1qzyy8go1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been neglecting my blog lately, i know. can't believe it's already the third month of the year. sports day was held yesterday and it was okay i guess? expected things happened. spent the whole day with ze boyf and some friends. and oh yeah please, stop global warming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then, went to hisan's place since mom couldn't fetch me on 1 pm. stayed at his house for a while, met syira and the others, had my lunch and mom came on approximately 230. went home, bla bla bla, slept for a few hours and finished reading the whole chapter one for history!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exams are next week and as always, i'm not ready for it. i've got like tons of readings to do -.- just hope for the best, do wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JUSTIN BIEBER!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S5DVF4R9kPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NZm7FHM18MA/s72-c/tumblr_kvbnxwdIGJ1qzyy8go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7769831174328083129</id><published>2010-02-18T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:40:15.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Be The Same, If We Ever Meet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S31aR75iNUI/AAAAAAAAAos/wDOPoidOW6k/s1600-h/tumblr_kv7z8lTixt1qzyy8go1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S31aR75iNUI/AAAAAAAAAos/wDOPoidOW6k/s320/tumblr_kv7z8lTixt1qzyy8go1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my cousin, ezza was totally right when she told me about one thing, about this one movie that i've watched together with my mr right now &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; on last tuesday. valentine's day was awesomeeeeeeee! ashton kutcher, damn he's hot and yeah i would like to thank my boyf for wanting to watch the movie eventhough he didn't want to watch v-day in the first place, thanks a lot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;btw, i'm just helping my sister by spreading the news. she has just started selling stuff online via her blog. for further info, just click right &lt;a href="http://kinazainul.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/6156309584835515324-7769831174328083129?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7769831174328083129/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S31aR75iNUI/AAAAAAAAAos/wDOPoidOW6k/s72-c/tumblr_kv7z8lTixt1qzyy8go1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3989786679473968469</id><published>2010-02-13T00:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:40:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Slows Down Whenever You're Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S3V4ft0gIjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/6YXq-ktbCtQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kuwmyxXSpS1qzyy8go1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S3V4ft0gIjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/6YXq-ktbCtQ/s320/tumblr_kuwmyxXSpS1qzyy8go1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i've been MIA for quite a long time eh? i couldn't think of anything that suits to be published right here. first of all, everyone will be having a short break due to chinese new year's celebration and as for georgians, the whole week will be ours. oh yeay. the best thing is i'll have some space for myself to unwind and relax. however, i've got like lots of homeworks to do -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so basically today was actually aishah's, syiqa's and nurul's last day in kgv before they'll start a new chapter in their life at a new school. i didn't prepare anything for the three of them except for some hugs and advices. you guys can do it, trust me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and to you syiqa, in case if you read this; thank you for the cute card and for the present that you gave for my mom. i'll miss you and aishah too. i love you aishah, i love you syiqa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;valentine's day dah ada! a movie that i've been waiting for since january i think. dudddeeeeeeee, we're soooo going to watch this one k? i'll be waiting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S3V4ft0gIjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/6YXq-ktbCtQ/s72-c/tumblr_kuwmyxXSpS1qzyy8go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-8220949322317232109</id><published>2010-01-30T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:40:59.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The Only Exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S2MU8yvXTLI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kinv0d9uzZk/s1600-h/Clock_by_morner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S2MU8yvXTLI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kinv0d9uzZk/s320/Clock_by_morner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been approximately 13 hours since i last saw you and truth be told, i miss you already &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;boy, i love you a lot &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&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/6156309584835515324-8220949322317232109?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S2MU8yvXTLI/AAAAAAAAAnk/kinv0d9uzZk/s72-c/Clock_by_morner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-719881700980604186</id><published>2010-01-16T23:50:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:41:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And All The Time You Were Telling Me Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S1GD5qPq9ZI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CTCvtrh-ZFU/s1600-h/tumblr_kve38kpsj61qapnqqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S1GD5qPq9ZI/AAAAAAAAAnM/CTCvtrh-ZFU/s320/tumblr_kve38kpsj61qapnqqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this silly pic of dora from aysha's blog. very funny kan? haha i don't know who did this but wtv it is, you know you do want to agree with me; this thing is effing funny haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't done my physics hw, all of us were asked to write some explanations about natural phenomena during our first physics class on monday. it's actually the first hw to do for this year and yet i've been procrastinating again, sigh. and this is soooooo not good. luckily i've done the other hws but not this one. found mr husnizan's facebook profile just now, and i was like, looking at all his pics memang buat teringat pasal hw dia bagi yang tak siap lagi -.- i'll do it after this or tomorrow, maybe. if i'm able to control myself from letting this procrastinate thingy controls me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is something fun and truth be told, i was excited when my chemistry teacher told all of us that we'll be doing our first chemistry experiment on our next class! i even have read the details and procedures about the experiment. teruja much? haha we'll be doing an experiment ada kaitan dgn naphthalene but seriously, what is naphthalene? 0_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh petang tadi while my and my parents were watching tv, i ate two slices of bread and thennnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayah : makan roti je?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me : yeah roti je&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayah : makan banyak tapi tak gemok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me : yeah tau ( dia tak nampak ke dah gemok ni -.- ) haha jealous! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* terdiam dia haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;konklusinya, dia tak puas hati dengan anaknya yang makan banyak tapi tak gemok. dia juga tak puas hati sebab asal dia makan banyak je terus gemok haha ayah, you're awesome! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophy lost her bell on her necklace, again -.- &lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-719881700980604186?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/719881700980604186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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was sooooo down for first few days. it wasn't that easy to be in a class with ya know, people that you don't even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most of my classmates are totally intelligent (in a good way and good looks) and i'm pretty sure they're really good in all subjects. this is not easy for me because there will be a huge positive competition between all of us when it comes to exams. i know i've to work my ass off to make sure i can be on the same level with this people so yeah, i'll do it. i'm sitting next to dayah and next to her is an empty place for a newbie. she's really nice and i'm glad i'm having a really good deskmate for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;told ya i was so down for the first few days right? i was quiet in class and only talked about important things. but after a few days, i was getting used with my new surroundings. my classmates are okay, the teachers are also okay, i guess and best of all, i'm already okay with this whole thingy so yeay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, today is alin's and yaya's big day. both of them are officially sixteen so happy birthday to both of you! &lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-1266408497850361477?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1266408497850361477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-beats-so-hard-it-makes-it-hard.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Only You Have That Magic Technique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S0ih3O9UYeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0KjzE7Mnl34/s1600-h/20533_1218984080365_1401797902_30758947_7630120_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/S0ih3O9UYeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0KjzE7Mnl34/s320/20533_1218984080365_1401797902_30758947_7630120_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mi familia :) minus me and kinanana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday was ze dad's birthday so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOUR YOUNGEST DAUGHTER LOVES YOU A LOT! ♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he's officially 50, omg haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-1835428628596581869?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1835428628596581869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-you-have-that-magic-technique.html#comment-form' title='0 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the form 1s haha. went to the canteen and met ze boyf! ♥ jalan jalan for a while then met my girls. received lots of hugs today, guess i've been missing my girls for like a lot! then, assembly bla bla bla the form 4s were sent to the hall. most of the teachers talked about keselamatan + disiplin semua, ya know, things i bet everyone already knew. sat next to aishah and yaya. aishah bought a new phone and it's pink! so cantik ah damn it, jealous -.- sorry cha haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then, more ceramahs/taklimats wtv la you name it. the best thing for today and this week is, dapat balik awal! as early as 120, usually we'd go home after 240, kgv rajin sangat belajar lama lama -.- oh btw, i've to think carefully about which class to choose for form 4, pure science for me? i'd love to take pure science but i'm sort of like having this fear in me, takut tak boleh bawak and stuff eventhough i haven't started learning anything yet. help me? &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/6156309584835515324-1846791599638621368?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1846791599638621368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/disco-ball-thats-just-hanging-by-thread.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1846791599638621368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1846791599638621368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/disco-ball-thats-just-hanging-by-thread.html' title='A Disco Ball That&apos;s Just Hanging By A Thread'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5143516531241830140</id><published>2010-01-02T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:25:08.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Now We're Going Round In Circles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's already 2010, omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everyone will be back for school next monday, omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there will be no more holidays for me and the others, omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be going to school as a form 4 student, omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be turning sixteen on september, omg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is going to change, another omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the best thing is, i have great people around me, as always. hopefully 2010 will be a great year for me, finger crossed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sz4jWgAn9GI/AAAAAAAAAm0/73wYoQTttoo/s1600-h/spice+girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sz4jWgAn9GI/AAAAAAAAAm0/73wYoQTttoo/s320/spice+girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;melanie chisholm &lt;br /&gt;melanie brown &lt;br /&gt;geri halliwell&lt;br /&gt;emma bunton &lt;br /&gt;victoria beckham *favourite*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sleep just now but some songs by the spice girls were running through my head all day long. so, searched for spice girls on the internet and started listening to 'say you'll be there', 'spice up your life' and the other songs over and over again. they're pretty, all the songs are ze bomb and best of all, they're awesome! the girls were the most successful and biggest girl band of all time. but then, they went their separate ways to focus on their solo careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few years ago, i heard about the return of the spice girls and they did a comeback so that was something fun to know for a while. my sisters and i adore spice girls like craaaazzzzzayyyyyy! we even watched their movie, 'spice world' back when i was a small kid, couldn't remember exactly when all of us watched the movie. i know the cd is somewhere in our house, i might wanna look for it after this, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sz4nrDobnzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/kJPHtOuDh90/s1600-h/westlife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sz4nrDobnzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/kJPHtOuDh90/s320/westlife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i want you to meet the boys!&lt;br /&gt;shane filan &lt;br /&gt;nicky byrne *favourite*&lt;br /&gt;kian egan&lt;br /&gt;mark feehily&lt;br /&gt;brian mcfadden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only irish group that i love! they boys are hot haha. seriously, they are. nicky is the hottest one. my second sister taught me to listen to westlife back when i was only 8 or 9 maybe? we had this one err what should we name it, addiction for the boys. she had a cd of the boys when they were on tour and the three of us would watch it over and over again. brian left westlife and found out mark was gay, i don't know whether he's still gay or he's changed. i'm not really sure whether this one happened last year or a year before. my sister was the one who started doing this. she went through youtube and searched for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she found the concert that we used to watch for like everyday! so we watched it just like how we used to do it. we've found all the videos on youtube and lost the cd, what else do you expect we would do? okay next, when i was in form 1, i bought their 'back home' album. shared my money with my sister's and until today, we still have the cd so yeay. a few hours before new year, we watched their show on tv and i was like aww this aww that when i was watching them. they're simply amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be sleeping right now but instead, i'm online so yeah that's it, good night! &lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-5143516531241830140?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5143516531241830140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-now-were-going-round-in-circles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5143516531241830140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5143516531241830140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-now-were-going-round-in-circles.html' title='But Now We&apos;re Going Round In Circles'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sz4jWgAn9GI/AAAAAAAAAm0/73wYoQTttoo/s72-c/spice+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-4399207983799427756</id><published>2010-01-01T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:34:03.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With One Little Action The Chain Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SzzOGKpg1YI/AAAAAAAAAms/21zIbzEmRCs/s1600-h/17365_1291787528638_1048750284_1185550_5837740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SzzOGKpg1YI/AAAAAAAAAms/21zIbzEmRCs/s320/17365_1291787528638_1048750284_1185550_5837740_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fara, syiqa and meeeeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to saufry's place last night. bbq party eh? haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know this sounds cliche but it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-4399207983799427756?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4399207983799427756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-one-little-action-chain-reaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4399207983799427756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/4399207983799427756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-one-little-action-chain-reaction.html' title='With One Little Action The Chain Reaction'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SzzOGKpg1YI/AAAAAAAAAms/21zIbzEmRCs/s72-c/17365_1291787528638_1048750284_1185550_5837740_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1358356394780463959</id><published>2009-12-29T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:57:53.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're On My Radar, On My Radar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Szom-qDFMKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lGFMyO0fVjE/s1600-h/DSC02449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Szom-qDFMKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lGFMyO0fVjE/s320/DSC02449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to kevin's biggest fan, ( fyi, this kevin is actually kevin from the biggest loser asia ) this is nothing la haha. i know you won't get what i've been trying to say right here, so just click &lt;a href="http://kinazainul.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYARA HUSNAAAAAAA! LUCKY NUMBER SEVEN! lovin' your barbie birthday cake! :)&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/6156309584835515324-1358356394780463959?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1358356394780463959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-on-my-radar-on-my-radar.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1358356394780463959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1358356394780463959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-on-my-radar-on-my-radar.html' title='You&apos;re On My Radar, On My Radar'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Szom-qDFMKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/lGFMyO0fVjE/s72-c/DSC02449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-587879384083709009</id><published>2009-12-27T04:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:17:52.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Do You Know What You Got Into?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SzZyGxxIEOI/AAAAAAAAAls/kqu7UvL96zc/s1600-h/DSC00275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SzZyGxxIEOI/AAAAAAAAAls/kqu7UvL96zc/s200/DSC00275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419644662351139042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ze sister took this one -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already 445 in the morning. everyone's asleep except me and i'm 50% scared for staying up alone but luckily ze boyf's here but not exactly here la so yeah, we've been msn-ing since err 10/11 pm tadi? so today, went to ampang to send my grandpa back to his place. met my err so-called-cousin or uncle tak tau la exactly apa hubungannya. planned to go to sunway pyramid for ice skating but ended up we've spent too much time in ampang so yeah, it was already 4 or 5 when we left his place. after that, went to bangsar. waited for a while then at 830 pm went to mcd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo, almost everyone's been asking me " any rewards for your pmr results? " and i've said the same line over and over again " no, makan besar je malam tu " so yeah on friday night, my family and i went to sepang, somewhere near with sepang goldcoast and had seafood meals as our dinner. i ate a lot, like seriously a lot. dad spent over 200 bucks and i was like 0_o tempat ni lagi mahal than umbai but at least umbai sedap tak mcm tempat ni -.- in case if you don't know where's umbai, go to malacca and fyi, umbai is actually a great place for you to go if you wanna have seafood, trust me, i've been there for a few times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after our dinner, stayed there for a while and dad came up with an idea, he wanted to take us for ice skating for the first time ever! so yeah, patutnya pg today but tak jadi since ada org dtg rumah semua so we'll be going there tomorrow insyaallah. eh not tomorrow but today lah! i'm out of words and i'm starvin', sigh and and last but not least, AHMAD HISAN IS AWESOMEEEEEEEE. mesti you bangga kan haha boo yeah&lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-587879384083709009?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/587879384083709009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-do-you-know-what-you-got-into.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/587879384083709009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/587879384083709009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-do-you-know-what-you-got-into.html' title='Oh, Do You Know What You Got Into?'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SzZyGxxIEOI/AAAAAAAAAls/kqu7UvL96zc/s72-c/DSC00275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-5137169521136565928</id><published>2009-12-25T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:04:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Just Pull The Trigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who knew i'd end up getting straight A's for pmr :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, i've done my best and bang! alhamdulillah, i've got what i've been wanting for, for years. i'm very happy and grateful. it was all worth it, trust me. i used to spend my days learning new things at school, went to tuition every night for five days of the week, went to the library for the first few months, staying up late studying on certain nights and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd like to thank my parents, my sisters, my friends and best of all, for those who'd always be there for me. thanks a lot. i don't think i could've done it without having you people around me. congratulations for those who scored straight A's and also, for every pmr candidates eventhough if you didn't get what you've wanted. there's always a next time kay? this is for ze boyf sekali aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo out of words. i'm just too happy at the moment :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah btw, met OB yesterday. for those yg ambik tuition dgn dia tak kira on monday or wednesday, dia pesan suruh dtg jumpa dia aite? jgn lupa, dia penat ajar kita dah tau :)&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/6156309584835515324-5137169521136565928?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/5137169521136565928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-knew-id-end-up-getting-straight-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5137169521136565928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/5137169521136565928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-knew-id-end-up-getting-straight-as.html' title='So Just Pull The Trigger'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1784416139847906855</id><published>2009-12-23T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:07:04.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Us The Faith To Carry On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow's the big day. i'm scared and i'm sure everyone's feeling the same. fingers crossed, 8 A's for everyone, amin&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/6156309584835515324-1784416139847906855?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1784416139847906855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrows-big-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1784416139847906855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1784416139847906855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Grant Us The Faith To Carry On'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2525281784411038498</id><published>2009-12-22T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:09:53.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn Is Here, Be Gone, Be On Your Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yo', went to genting on sunday with ze family. genting was awesome but the awesomeness didn't last long because it was raining while we were having fun -.- then, on our way home, stopped at bangsar and met uncles and aunties. my best cousins weren't around so bosan lah? everyone was asking me " results keluar this 24th eh? " and i was like " yeeeeeee -.- " i am sure everyone's aware that pmr results are coming out on thursday, this is what everyone's been waiting for, so yeay -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, watched avatar on monday. it was different from any other movies. kudos for the director :) but it was like paling lama kot? more than two hours for sure. what else, bye bye brittany murphy! RIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading my best friend's girl written by dorothy koomson. already read half of the book and i'll finish reading the whole book by the end of this week :) btw, i miss listening to justin bieber's songs so now i've been listening to one time for like five times, you tak kisah kan? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a really random post. kay bye!&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/6156309584835515324-2525281784411038498?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/2525281784411038498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-went-to-genting-on-sunday-with-ze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2525281784411038498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/2525281784411038498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-went-to-genting-on-sunday-with-ze.html' title='The Dawn Is Here, Be Gone, Be On Your Way'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-2199084045875791300</id><published>2009-12-15T00:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:11:25.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up In The Morning Feeling Like P Diddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SyZw0oCj56I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-XbRI6xwm-o/s1600-h/catching-boredom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SyZw0oCj56I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-XbRI6xwm-o/s200/catching-boredom.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415139651363268514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;betul betul betul -.-&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, semua org makan milo haha elok la tu&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/6156309584835515324-2199084045875791300?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SyZw0oCj56I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-XbRI6xwm-o/s72-c/catching-boredom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6384839171170794298</id><published>2009-12-13T01:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:08:04.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Us Find Love 'Cause Love Is Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SyPcynRuCKI/AAAAAAAAAks/N-U0RHpOJtg/s1600-h/l_cf5dd687078d451aac94d3291f8b7916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SyPcynRuCKI/AAAAAAAAAks/N-U0RHpOJtg/s200/l_cf5dd687078d451aac94d3291f8b7916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414413939124340898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i miss all of you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry for not updating. i don't know what to write about -.- yesterday was actually nina's and amal's birthday. they're twins so yeah, text-ed them like i always do for ze past few years but this year i was a bit late to wish them. sorry kay? anyway, we've been friends for three years since we were in form 1. so yeay!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANINA! and and HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMALINA!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact. this might sound funny or weird but who cares. fyi, i think i'm the only person on earth who eats milo. i EAT milo since i was younger. just like that. yeah i drink it too but sometimes, i eat it when i get bored. ayah told me to stop but i can't. it's very addictive, to me. i don't really know who taught me to eat this thing but it doesn't matter. it tastes good. so go milo! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate number 43. i need 40. seriously, i really need it. no one will ever get what i'm saying except you, of course. hmm some friends are talking about pmr. it's already the second week of december. i know i've done my best. i've told my parents the same thing, i did my very best for each subjects. i know everyone's feeling the same, my other form three friends for sure. so yeah, i'll get my result within two or three weeks more. fuck, my biggest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i know i've said this like a lot but just bear in mind, you're the best thing i never knew i needed, yes you ♥&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/6156309584835515324-6384839171170794298?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6384839171170794298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-all-of-you-sorry-for-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6384839171170794298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6384839171170794298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-all-of-you-sorry-for-not.html' title='Help Us Find Love &apos;Cause Love Is Overdue'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SyPcynRuCKI/AAAAAAAAAks/N-U0RHpOJtg/s72-c/l_cf5dd687078d451aac94d3291f8b7916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7291454711914068287</id><published>2009-12-10T16:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:05:20.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take The Gun And Count To Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fathers be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;so mothers be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh btw, there's no more cyril on axn, sigh -.-&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/6156309584835515324-7291454711914068287?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7291454711914068287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/fathers-be-good-to-your-daughters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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You Meet Me Halfway, Right At The Borderline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's already december, omg. so yesterday was my parents' anniversary. they have been together for 25 years, omg. i know they won't read this but maybe la who knows kan? so jyeah HAPPY 25TH ANNIVERSARY IBU AYAH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's see, watched new moon last week on thursday. i know this is too late but everyone is talking about new moon on facebook, blog etc. it was fun, edward is hot. jacob is also hot. okay la kan they are both hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired right now. i am having trouble in breathing. i think my trachea is stuck with i don't really know what it is but it is hurting me. mom said it is something normal. it happened when i did something today. me and my sister, we decided to rearrange everything in our room so jyeah we did it together, just the two of us. everything was rearranged from ze bed, wardrobes, table etc. i can say i like my room right now. so i guess it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, watched 500 days of summer yesterday. it was fun but i don't like the ending. i would like to suggest all of you to watch marley and me. it is something you should watch if you have pets. one of my cats is behaving just like marley. he is adorable haha part ni bosan -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is thursday. 9pm, axn, CYRIL! can't wait. don't worry hun, cyril can't beat you okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss someone. four more days to go.&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/6156309584835515324-3720782286555114877?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3720782286555114877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-already-december-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3720782286555114877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3720782286555114877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-already-december-omg.html' title='Can You Meet Me Halfway, Right At The Borderline'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-3545547976898120584</id><published>2009-11-23T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:14:32.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Your Drama, The Touch of Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm gonna make it short. you know what? i think cyril is hot.&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/6156309584835515324-3545547976898120584?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/3545547976898120584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-gonna-make-it-short.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3545547976898120584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/3545547976898120584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-gonna-make-it-short.html' title='I Want Your Drama, The Touch of Your Hand'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-6559226571876259095</id><published>2009-11-21T14:04:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:09:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Head and My Heart On The Dance Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain rain go away, come again another day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay let's see, what did i do for ze past few days. on thursday, went to midvalley with my sister, her friend and ze boyf. reached there approximately on 12 pm. so my sister went to idk where with her friend while obviously i was with ze boyf. planned to watch any movies but tak jadi since someone was too err lazy to watch a movie? so we just took a walk around ze place. then, we went to ze gardens and the place was empty since it was only 1 pm i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked talked laughed, entered to one shop and another and another, ya know, window shopping since i was broke -.- then we went back to midvalley and had our lunch at domino's. ze boyf did something after we ate our lunch using his extra coke and it was err cute? haha entah la. then, midvalley - ze gardens - midvalley - ze gardens - midvalley. yeah that's all kot idk how many times we went to ze gardens and back to midvalley over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had baskin robbins and looked for ze boyf's sister's present. susah gila nak cari -.- but he finally bought something for his sister and thanks to me, haha. went back around 7 and reached seremban before 9. i was exhausted since we had walked for hours and i did not buy anything, sigh. but i had lots and lots of fun, thanks kay? this is for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SwfDxtBmNKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/gMUIAIhfuXs/s1600/Untitleda.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406505136348869794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SwfDxtBmNKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/gMUIAIhfuXs/s200/Untitleda.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ze next day, it was ze last day of school for 2009. school's over, can you imagine that? so i went to school since i wanted to meet ya know, faces i've always seen for ze rest of ze year. sadly, not everyone was there. i was asleep for an hour or less with deana in my classroom while ze others played uno, by 10 all of us went down to ze pool for ze form three's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had pot luck but none of us brought food, we didn't even know about this whole thingy. we ate what the others had brought for us haha. ze form three's teachers were also there. ze music was on. ze girlfs hugged each other before all of us went back home. everyone had fun, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so for today, i woke up early, as early as 830 i think ( this is quite early for me since i am not a morning person ) took a shower and had breakfast. went to bangsar since my parents were going to a wedding in petaling jaya and my sister and i decided not to go. reached kl by 10 or 11. i was asleep during ze journey and i did sleep again when i reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents and my aunt went to ze wedding while it was only me, my sister, grandparents and my grandpa's nurse at home. kak ya came after that and dropped her maid with ze boys since she was going to a friend's party i think. when i woke up, tok mah asked one of us to call pizza for lunch. ate pizza and watched cartoons with aiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, people from ze wedding came home and another cousin came. kak airin came with abg rafil and imani. she was shy at first. we haven't met for weeks since the last time we met was during raya. they went home. played with my cousins and we went back to seremban. arrived by 4 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SwfGsiljMmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Z90PsR_hWjU/s1600/arif.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406508346182414946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SwfGsiljMmI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Z90PsR_hWjU/s200/arif.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 90px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is arif and he is adorable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i am done. this is way too long and i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one month &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6156309584835515324-6559226571876259095?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/6559226571876259095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/6559226571876259095'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7773023526476328620</id><published>2009-11-15T16:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:10:32.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Look So Deep, You Know That It Humbles Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sv_T1KGZmII/AAAAAAAAAiU/vKU2hCHZvhY/s1600-h/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404270988065609858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sv_T1KGZmII/AAAAAAAAAiU/vKU2hCHZvhY/s200/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 135px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G11 &amp;amp; G12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as it was planned a few hours before, i did go out yesterday with ze boyf. fatin was supposed to come but she could not make it at the very last minute. she was err asleep? so yeah, went to catch a movie at mbo for the first time. the place is quite huge and the place is still empty, most of the shops in terminal 2 are not officially opened yet. okay whatever, no one cares about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; watched 2012. no one has to be blamed for this kan? the movie was okay i think. 9/10 maybe? but one thing for sure, the movie was unpredictable. the coldness of the hall attacked me. it was so cold -.- read &lt;a href="http://tashyavik.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;tashya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog just now, she cried twice during the movie? why did you cry? i could not think of any scenes from the movie that could make me cry. however, i must say i did enjoy watching the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had our late lunch. planned to watch another movie but we were not interested to watch the other movies. so we talked and laughed a lot. reached home and no one was there so i decided to watch john tucker must die for the sixth times or more. new moon, next week! thank you for the whole day, love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-7773023526476328620?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7773023526476328620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/g11-g12-as-it-was-planned-few-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7773023526476328620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7773023526476328620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/g11-g12-as-it-was-planned-few-hours.html' title='You Look So Deep, You Know That It Humbles Me'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/Sv_T1KGZmII/AAAAAAAAAiU/vKU2hCHZvhY/s72-c/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-7972319641681182536</id><published>2009-11-08T00:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:18:48.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Came Up With A Million Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blame me for not updating my blog. i'm too lazy to do it aite? haha. well, life's good. i'm happy and i bet you're happy too kan? hmm let's see, for the past few days, i did spend my time wisely i think, watched some movies. on thursday, went cycling with some friends, you know who you are la kan haha malas nak type, we should do it more often kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWnxxnF9YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/apDwMS6IoTM/s1600-h/200px-House_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWnxxnF9YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/apDwMS6IoTM/s200/200px-House_bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401407801673512322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on thursday, watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the house bunny&lt;/span&gt; with my sister. it was actually a cute movie i think? enjoyed watching the dumbness of anna faris but hey, she's pretty. go zeta go! and by the way, aar was on the movie so yeah, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWo1iwvlBI/AAAAAAAAAhk/osxtWNrJzhA/s1600-h/200px-Rockerposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWo1iwvlBI/AAAAAAAAAhk/osxtWNrJzhA/s200/200px-Rockerposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401408965918561298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;right after i watched the house bunny, switch on the tv and watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the rocker&lt;/span&gt; with yummy. teddy geiger's such a hottie haha. however, i didn't manage to watch the ending of the story since someone called me and wasted my precious five minutes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWp6NJvnaI/AAAAAAAAAhs/a6tzdr2OkKM/s1600-h/200px-TwilightPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWp6NJvnaI/AAAAAAAAAhs/a6tzdr2OkKM/s200/200px-TwilightPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401410145528815010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on friday, i've finally watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt; with my sister, again. edward's such a sweetheart but bella's a bit boyish? jacob's totally fugly with his long hair -.- and now i can't wait to watch new moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWqltHmgrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6KSVITW4Vqo/s1600-h/200px-The_Devil_Wears_Prada_main_onesheet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWqltHmgrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6KSVITW4Vqo/s200/200px-The_Devil_Wears_Prada_main_onesheet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401410892844139186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on saturday, watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the devil wears prada&lt;/span&gt; with my sister, again and again. i don't know how many times i've watched this movie but it's really fun, seeing the positive changes of andy when it comes to looks. i simply adore some of anne hathway's outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWre4kC88I/AAAAAAAAAh8/6w5ufPFOha0/s1600-h/200px-Michael_Jackson%27s_This_Is_It_Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWre4kC88I/AAAAAAAAAh8/6w5ufPFOha0/s200/200px-Michael_Jackson%27s_This_Is_It_Poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401411875168777154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you shouldn't miss this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;michael jackson's this is it&lt;/span&gt;. it will be a meaningful movie to you if you're MJ's fan. well, watched this is it with my family. it happened when my sister asked my dad about MJ a day before and yeay, we got a chance to watch this man. he's superbly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, five movies within three days and there will be more movies waiting for me. from now day on, i am going to spend my time just by watching any movies that i like. so yeay. i know this is a bit boring, but couldn't think of anything else to write about :)&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/6156309584835515324-7972319641681182536?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/7972319641681182536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/blame-me-for-not-updating-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7972319641681182536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/7972319641681182536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/blame-me-for-not-updating-my-blog.html' title='I Came Up With A Million Excuses'/><author><name>Shahira Zainul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11388055997622986248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CvZEpYn1GCg/TldLz2uqyPI/AAAAAAAAA2U/X2OU85kqA7M/s220/301665_10150297426881552_649851551_7754688_6375170_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SvWnxxnF9YI/AAAAAAAAAhc/apDwMS6IoTM/s72-c/200px-House_bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156309584835515324.post-1967771386387179162</id><published>2009-11-03T13:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:20:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets' Make A Team, Make 'Em Say My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 random facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. my name must be spelled as shahirah not syahirah kay? it's shira instead of syira&lt;br /&gt;2. i've been craving for mcd's spicy chicken mcdeluxe for weeks and finally had it with ze sister&lt;br /&gt;3. i've been sleeping and eating a lot&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;5. chocs and sweets aren't good for me&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm clumsy&lt;br /&gt;7. i won't stop listening to one time by JB (someone's going to be annoyed about this haha)&lt;br /&gt;8. my dad hates spongebob because of his voice and he hates mr bean too&lt;br /&gt;9. i tend to be shy around new people&lt;br /&gt;10. i'm choosy almost about everything&lt;br /&gt;11. i wanna watch jennifer's body and new moon&lt;br /&gt;12. i haven't watched twilight yet, lame much? but i'm looking forward for new moon since i've read the storybook&lt;br /&gt;13. i'm feelin' like eating ijan's burger&lt;br /&gt;14. i'd do anything to go to paramore's concert&lt;br /&gt;15. i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;16. i don't curse&lt;br /&gt;17. i keep my feelings and problems to myself most of the time&lt;br /&gt;18. i'm a good listener, talk to me&lt;br /&gt;19. i'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;20. i don't like demi lovato at all&lt;br /&gt;21. i don't do chores&lt;br /&gt;22. i can't cook&lt;br /&gt;23. i love hugs more than kisses&lt;br /&gt;24. i don't eat veggies except for carrots&lt;br /&gt;25. i'm with the reds&lt;br /&gt;26. i hardly cry&lt;br /&gt;27. i don't like teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;28. i love my current hair&lt;br /&gt;29. i'm still waiting for some storybooks from putri&lt;br /&gt;30. audrey hepburn is better than marilyn monroe&lt;br /&gt;31. go and watch ps i love you with your boyf/girlf&lt;br /&gt;32. i'll re-pierce my right ear soon&lt;br /&gt;33. two or three pairs of piercings would be nice kan? i have two pairs right now&lt;br /&gt;34. i don't really like kiddos, they're annoying&lt;br /&gt;35. i miss going to tuition&lt;br /&gt;36. back when i was in primary school, i was madly in love with jeremy stumper, ze peterpan&lt;br /&gt;37. i don't play sports&lt;br /&gt;38. i want a pair of gladiator heels&lt;br /&gt;39. i don't use ym, skype etc, msn lahh!&lt;br /&gt;40. all the flip flops from ipanema are good&lt;br /&gt;41. can you meet me halfway?&lt;br /&gt;42. i don't accept compliments that much&lt;br /&gt;43. i enjoy reading storybooks and magazines&lt;br /&gt;44. hayley williams is a big yes for me&lt;br /&gt;45. i don't like thunder when it rains heavily&lt;br /&gt;46. i'm doing this because fatin asked me to do it&lt;br /&gt;47. i miss my girls, asa and aishah the most&lt;br /&gt;48. i miss learning maths with OB&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/span&gt;, this is true&lt;br /&gt;50. i'm bored, eh i'm done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6156309584835515324-1967771386387179162?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/1967771386387179162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-random-facts-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1967771386387179162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6156309584835515324/posts/default/1967771386387179162'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SuXDfikiPBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/g_V1chyVCgI/s1600-h/3376275923_e1c11b33b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zBJkmV4LsAw/SuXDfikiPBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/g_V1chyVCgI/s200/3376275923_e1c11b33b7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396934675096812562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am soooooo happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a really good day for me. everything was perfect. i watched two amazing sports yesterday with my dad. both motogp and football. eventhough valentino rossi didn't win but hey, he won the world motogp championship at the malaysian grand prix. for the first time ever, i spent more than two hours watching the whole game. it was worth it. for some reasons, i think rossi's hot. i love the doctor! haha. while we were watching the whole game, dad talked to me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad : we'll go to sepang next year&lt;br /&gt;me : oh okay. motogp? f1 la. f1 lagi best&lt;br /&gt;dad : (he looked at me) we'll see both? haha&lt;br /&gt;me : okay! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, dad's with casey stoner. when stoner became the first one to reach the finish line, he was like boo rossi boo rossi! haha. stoner didn't get exactly like what rossi got for being the world champion. poor him. and again, i love the doctor! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i told myself tonight's gonna be a good night and it happened to be a really good night. my family and i went out to send my sister back to her place. yes i missed the biggest game. reached home at 2320 then i quickly switched on the tv and watched the game with dad. liverpool scored! thanks to torres and ngog. i only watched the last 30 minutes and it was worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;you'll never walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2-0 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kepada sesiapa yg berkenaan, lain kali jgn underestimate liverpool okay? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two years &lt;3&lt;/span&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/6156309584835515324-4975860642126546295?l=shahirazainul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/feeds/4975860642126546295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shahirazainul.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-soooooo-happy-yesterday-was-really.html#comment-form' title='2 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