<?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-5402332554736269390</id><updated>2011-09-29T06:58:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Shuhainor</title><subtitle type='html'>In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-196182520524267117</id><published>2010-12-24T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:45:46.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday punya Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School is about to start. And holiday is coming to an end. I was so busy with everything during this holiday. It has been a very busy pack and tight holiday. I hung out every week. And I watched TV all the long. And also gossssssipppping tooo. I did online but lately facebook turn out to be vegghhyy the boring to me.&lt;strong&gt; Mark Zuckerberg&lt;/strong&gt; must be very upset reading this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Langkawi and also Perlis for my cousin's wedd. I was so stupid because I brought along only a pair of baju kurung with me. I suppose to bring few baju kurungs because there were three occasions. Along Shafik is marrying kak Anis from Perlis so my dad take this oppurtunity to visit our sepupus and kenalans and dad's friends. And everyone was talking about&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'Besaq daa naa anak hangg. Hang ada berapaa anak laa niii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamaaa tak jumpaa hang, hang tak balik kaa raya haghi tuu'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This was based on my experiment. So just so you know, meeeting our clan was aweccccccoooommeeee because this is just one of the ways to tighten our relationship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so from Kualalalalala Perlis we took a ferrrrrrry to the Legendary Langkawi Island, the spooky Mahsuri cursing thanggg. Haha. I did learnt about Mahsuri and the curse. HAHA. And we rent this one van so that we can patrolling around this island. And bought lots of Daims, Tobleronesss and chocolates. Come on, it's &lt;strong&gt;duty freee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the great part was climbing the mount to seee the wondrous &lt;strong&gt;Telaga Tujuh&lt;/strong&gt;. But huahuahuhaa. I can't make it to the top. HAHA. It was very tiring and it was noon and I was freaking thirsty and what there were a lot of monkeys staring at me. I'm so vainnnnnn. kuikui. And went to other places like the &lt;strong&gt;Freak Pasir Hitam beach&lt;/strong&gt;, and the &lt;strong&gt;Oriental Park&lt;/strong&gt; to take the cable car to other islandd. But maannnnn, the queue was nearly 1 km long. That was told by my coo coo brother. And the &lt;strong&gt;Ayer Hangat&lt;/strong&gt; too was okay la. That water is so hot laaa. My heat receptor is burning laaa. and thats why I'm about to insane you know laa. And zzzz. went back to Kuala Lumpur! The journey was super long from Perlis to KL because it was night and maybe that was tired and all. So apa cek buat dalam ketaa? Cek tidoqq laa soundly. ehehe. no laa. I was texting looking at tha moonless and starless sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSWAl5UYbI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RP1N9aRgL3Q/s1600/DSCN3373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554229177371353522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSWAl5UYbI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RP1N9aRgL3Q/s400/DSCN3373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never thought I was so light. huahua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSWAEDzYsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IwEH0lraV-o/s1600/DSCN3434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554229168288522946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSWAEDzYsI/AAAAAAAAA1g/IwEH0lraV-o/s400/DSCN3434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of a girl in a stripe shirt with a fake shade from Petaling Street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;Sarah PG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRw18apmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/mK1x75019PY/s1600/DSCN3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554224508754896482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRw18apmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/mK1x75019PY/s400/DSCN3329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay you can ignore this part because I am vain. kuikui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alaa macam lah awak tak vain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRws7mjxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/m6n9JXaMxQ0/s1600/DSCN3607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554224506335563538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRws7mjxI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/m6n9JXaMxQ0/s400/DSCN3607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not Pasir Hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I hung out every week during this holiday because I just don't know what to do at home. Homeworrks and chores are excluded because they are not really in my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how-to-spend-your-holiday-perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; list. So macam awak awak juga la. Saya pergi &lt;strong&gt;tonton wayang&lt;/strong&gt; dan &lt;strong&gt;lepak&lt;/strong&gt; serta makan dan juga &lt;strong&gt;gelak&lt;/strong&gt; bersama loved one saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRwZFG_zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Flsx1EOg-rk/s1600/GODIK2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554224501006729010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRwZFG_zI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Flsx1EOg-rk/s400/GODIK2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macbeth . Sha . Dira . Me. Ling&lt;br /&gt;Ini dia the picture of the barisan tokoh 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRwBrLoOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/qKV-7p8I4XY/s1600/76151_1641082661247_1062217316_1735558_705898_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554224494723965154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRwBrLoOI/AAAAAAAAA1A/qKV-7p8I4XY/s400/76151_1641082661247_1062217316_1735558_705898_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hotty naughty.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRv20CClI/AAAAAAAAA04/dMuTrXMlyXU/s1600/165173_177173035638486_100000373725937_493019_1072140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554224491808295506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSRv20CClI/AAAAAAAAA04/dMuTrXMlyXU/s400/165173_177173035638486_100000373725937_493019_1072140_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday. Haha. Haliza Me Nyna. Haliza was'nt there maybe because she was shy shy meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;List of movies I watched during this holiday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crayon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HP 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me In&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nxt 3 Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HP7, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Network&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Fockers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gulliver's travel &lt;strong&gt;(Two thumbs up!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we called satu pembaziran yang amat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Congratulation GG Partner. &lt;strong&gt;Sharifah Alawiyyyya&lt;/strong&gt;. and Ezaa and also Byla Salman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;mon cher Barrack Obama, pourquoi êtes-vous changer. Je m'ennuie de la vieille tellement. Tu sais que tu étais tout pour moi. Je vais revenir bientôt. Et je suis tellement désolé pour chaque chose. Vous savez juste que je t'aime tellement cher. peut-être je ne suis pas le meilleur. vous me quittez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;frhn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toooooodles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-196182520524267117?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/196182520524267117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=196182520524267117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/196182520524267117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/196182520524267117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-punya-post.html' title='Holiday punya Post'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TRSWAl5UYbI/AAAAAAAAA1o/RP1N9aRgL3Q/s72-c/DSCN3373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8887789799682355240</id><published>2010-11-21T20:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:22:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOkS47itRsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/2AR79dYr6rA/s1600/tumblr_lavly6D9QI1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541981585721345730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOkS47itRsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/2AR79dYr6rA/s400/tumblr_lavly6D9QI1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you believe in Love, You Are always alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That's why I'm alive. Love is for the courageous. Love is a feeling for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you what I'm in love with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah Shuhainor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I love my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; parents&lt;/span&gt;. I love my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;annoying sisters&lt;/span&gt;. I love my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coo-coo brothers&lt;/span&gt;. I love my lousy &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I love my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bello amante scoiattolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I love to breathe. I love having&lt;strong&gt; Hot Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; when it is raining. I love sleeping in a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; room. I love talking on &lt;strong&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt; for hours. I love &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. I love money. I love laughing. I love watching movies. I love&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ring and rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I love &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SBPI Temerloh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love wearing loose-fitting clothes at night. I love Jason Mraz because he's not hot. I love super super&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hot guys&lt;/span&gt;. I love Pantene. I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Europe&lt;/span&gt; and Malaysia too. -.- I love&lt;em&gt; rainy days&lt;/em&gt;. I love guitarist. I love&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; squirrel&lt;/span&gt;. I love pianist. I love music. I love the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love books. I love swimming. I love ice-skating though I'm not good. I love &lt;strong&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/strong&gt;. I love vanilla. I love perfume. I love air-cond. I love birds and fishes. I love oldies songs. I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gloria Gaynor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;because she inspired me&lt;/em&gt;. I love my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cikgu ROR&lt;/span&gt; because I think he's way of teaching is awesome. I love&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Barbie&lt;/span&gt; when I was 6. I love dancing in toilet. I love cheese. I love pillow and beds. I love french foods. I love Teh O Ais and maybe coffee too. I love blogging sometimes. I love art though I'm not good, once again. I love watching&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the Orphan&lt;/span&gt; over and over again. I love listening to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Late Night Love Songs with Nisha on red.fm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love guys who are good at sports. I love watching&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hunkies&lt;/span&gt; at the mall. I love &lt;strong&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt; some time. I love the smell of fresh air. I love having sometimes alone for 15 minutes everyday to think about life. I love babies. I love kopikos and hacks. I love watching&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; gays and lesbos&lt;/span&gt; because I think they are crackbrained people. I love having scene with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;psychotic&lt;/span&gt; sisters. I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like so so so much. I love&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Flo Rida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. I love beaches. I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-ing for crap stuffs. I love eating at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Mamak Stalls&lt;/span&gt;. I love horrific and hair-raising movie a lot. I love having cat fights with cats. I love Chocolate Indulgence. I love learning at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;youtubes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the life so much because my life is &lt;strong&gt;celestial perfect&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, what do you love? This post is inspired once again by &lt;a href="http://sharifahhaddad.blogspot.com/"&gt;sharifahhaddad.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-8887789799682355240?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8887789799682355240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8887789799682355240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8887789799682355240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8887789799682355240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-everything.html' title='I Love Everything'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOkS47itRsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/2AR79dYr6rA/s72-c/tumblr_lavly6D9QI1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4913835416023312015</id><published>2010-11-19T16:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T17:44:04.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The untitle post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-ing for goood stuffs to be read, I saw this one website and I clicked it. There was this one joke and I just love it because I think it is extremely funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center on the bed. It was addressed, &lt;strong&gt;"MOM."&lt;/strong&gt; With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is great with regret and sorrow that I'm writing you this letter. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with dad and you. I've been finding the real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice even-with all his piercings, tattoos, beard and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion, Mom. I'm pregnant and Ahmad said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that Marijuana does'nt really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for HIV so that Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll back to Virginia to visit so you can get to know your very cute grand children you'd love to play with when you're old. I'll be back to take care of you, mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Judith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; none of the above is true&lt;/span&gt;. I'm over at Lucinda's house. :D just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life that than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, it is about Judith who is scared to tell her mom about her failed subjects. Talking about result, mine is not good too but at least I'm brave enough to tell about the C. haha. :) This Judith is so a drama. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I still didn't watch Harry Potter. Sadly. And I planned to go on next wednesday because the ticket is cheaper. And I think I'm going to watch that movie at Wangsa Walk. I know Wangsa Walk might be veghy veghy the boring because you can't watch on hot guys except the rempits and all. -.- But still Wangsa Walk is my choice, because it is near and I don't need trains or airplanes to go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOY8e2mcPTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/keZsUe3VbCU/s1600/tumblr_l4ra3vGtL61qzgzp4o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541182892276464946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOY8e2mcPTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/keZsUe3VbCU/s400/tumblr_l4ra3vGtL61qzgzp4o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I missss this&lt;strong&gt; Voldemort&lt;/strong&gt; like so so so so so much. Meet you on this Wed, Voldmorrrrttttt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4913835416023312015?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4913835416023312015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4913835416023312015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4913835416023312015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4913835416023312015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-tell-me-what-i-shd-write.html' title='The untitle post'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOY8e2mcPTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/keZsUe3VbCU/s72-c/tumblr_l4ra3vGtL61qzgzp4o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-6334193221880394329</id><published>2010-11-16T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:40:44.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgiven Mistakes II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOIEJa2bYrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ejsWr8OgnQE/s1600/tumblr_l3ths71lsU1qzdr4go1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539995051492074162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOIEJa2bYrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ejsWr8OgnQE/s400/tumblr_l3ths71lsU1qzdr4go1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you make&lt;strong&gt; unforgiven mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-you should say sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-you have to promise that you will never repeat those mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-start new pages in your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you practice the&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;forgive and forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing, trust me everything will turn out to be okay as usual. And yes, then you'll be able to smile and laugh again. This unforgiven mistakes will make you more mature and this is why people make unforgiven mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm learning not to sweat small stuff. This last year has been about finding strength within myself-not looking to others for it.&lt;/u&gt; -unknown-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you have a blessed Hari Raya with your loved ones :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-6334193221880394329?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6334193221880394329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=6334193221880394329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6334193221880394329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6334193221880394329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/11/unforgiven-mistakes-ii.html' title='Unforgiven Mistakes II'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOIEJa2bYrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ejsWr8OgnQE/s72-c/tumblr_l3ths71lsU1qzdr4go1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1654506519855096717</id><published>2010-11-15T20:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:39:59.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgiven mistakes I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOEkYnKg7SI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JKhp9HNfQDE/s1600/huhuhuhuhu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539749021890964770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOEkYnKg7SI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JKhp9HNfQDE/s400/huhuhuhuhu.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you make &lt;strong&gt;unforgiven&lt;/strong&gt; mistakes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Will everything be okay as usual?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Will everything be the same as if those mistakes never happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Will everything fade away just like that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time will you everything, Just wait and see what happen next because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unforgiven mistakes might change everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we are human, me , you or even Barrack Obama make mistakes so why not just forgive and forget, &lt;strong&gt;right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorrytupai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1654506519855096717?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1654506519855096717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1654506519855096717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1654506519855096717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1654506519855096717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/11/unforgive-mistakes.html' title='Unforgiven mistakes I'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TOEkYnKg7SI/AAAAAAAAA0E/JKhp9HNfQDE/s72-c/huhuhuhuhu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7002311828687082331</id><published>2010-11-13T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:47:15.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll see you all at Hogwarts! I hope you don’t miss the train :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Harrrrrrrrry Potter&lt;/span&gt; is coming soooon. And I won't miss this one. I never miss any of Harry Potter. 3 days more. And and and I can't wait. Really. I watched the trailer like so many times. Don't miss it. For me, it is weird those who are not into Harry Potter. Harrrry Pottter. :) The character I adore the most is Ron Weasssley. I like him as Ronald Weasley not Rupert Grint. So cant wait. I'm wondering is there cinema in Egypt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539058338014975442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6wNhOMVdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/GZKMvRBujU4/s400/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6wa85n0nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Yshy4wAYO60/s1600/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539058568783188594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6wa85n0nI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Yshy4wAYO60/s400/harry_potter_and_the_deathly_hallows_movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Loyaaaaa jom tengok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7002311828687082331?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7002311828687082331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7002311828687082331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7002311828687082331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7002311828687082331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-see-you-all-at-hogwarts-i-hope-you.html' title='I’ll see you all at Hogwarts! I hope you don’t miss the train :)'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6wNhOMVdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/GZKMvRBujU4/s72-c/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-1-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-246018963089763098</id><published>2010-10-29T12:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:24:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the incoming Amor Alase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Fryday baby. and 15 mins more we're going home to hostel. duhh. and yesssss next week we're going home. I repeat it back, we're going home and yes form 3 and form 5 shd be jealous because they're spending their weekend again in hostel. :( and everyone is super busy withh all these panca stuffs. lots of stuffs to be done. fuhh. and finally I've completed my work doing all the certificates and downloading songs. yes yes. and that's why finally I can update my blog. Though you may see me at facebook. I was'nt there okay. I'm not facebooking. I'm doing work. cehhh. okay thats all. I'll be  updating again. All I'm hoping is everything will turn out just as we planned tomorrow. The zorros, songs, masks and all. goodluck altima. :D And the theme for this year is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor Alase&lt;/span&gt; which is wings of love. Those are latin words. And as you know, exam has over, and results are like &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big rocks knocking my head each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it makes me feel down down down. but at least I've tried my best and work till the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooodles.&lt;br /&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/5402332554736269390-246018963089763098?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/246018963089763098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=246018963089763098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/246018963089763098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/246018963089763098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/10/incoming-amor-alase.html' title='the incoming Amor Alase'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-9130193139484857953</id><published>2010-10-24T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:35:59.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Earth-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  Firstttly, I'm extremely happy because my final exam is over so I'm going to conclude that books are not my bestfriends for a little while. and addmaths was like 'only-Einstein's son-can answer' and the rest were rough and tough as it suppose to be rough and tough. but come on why shd I waste my time blogging about past. So, majorly I blog this moment this second is because there's no one else at facebook I can chat with. Though my friend have reached thousands but I can say that only few can be called real facebook friends. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   This is my new family member! My newborn baby sister. She was born on 29th Sept and sadly I've seen her yesterday. I just love the smell of new born baby. hehe. and the name give is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;syahdiyah.&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not sure if this is the right spelling). and it's a fact can't be denied that she is so so so cute just like me. preeettay annoying? HAHA. My mom said her face is more like syahmina and her lips is like azim's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531615624295101266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ_GkAcM1I/AAAAAAAAAvk/XDATjIJizyQ/s400/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531615620902634178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ_GXXnQsI/AAAAAAAAAvc/XdkK7J7K2dg/s400/Image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So that was the first story and secondly, I'm proudly telling you I'm sacrificing my sleeping sunday for the incoming Panca Delima. I'm looooking for door gifts and souvenirs for teachers and form 5. so where else I can get a high quantity of stuffs with a cheap price? So&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharifahhaddad.blogspot.com/"&gt; GG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to the shops near Petaling Street. Since it was sunday, so most of the shops are closed but I'm thankful to the chinnnese people who are willingly to open their shops on Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;  There's a lot of stuffs but I have to make sure evrything is within the budget. So we bought like 15o key chains and gifts for best dresses and all. And I bought few masks for me and sister. :) we surveyed like most of the shops and it was worth it. And sharifah and I went to nearby Petaling Streetto buy shades. Thought they were fake but they are good enough to protect me on Sunny sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ9WQYFI_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/tTRZdifzRJA/s1600/69073_168611413150347_100000044678072_572116_5929488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531613694880195570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ9WQYFI_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/tTRZdifzRJA/s400/69073_168611413150347_100000044678072_572116_5929488_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was taken at. I cant remeber -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its Christine Daaae and the Phantom. HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ9VxbH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QYjgQ30QbVI/s1600/saaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531613686571466130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ9VxbH_ZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/QYjgQ30QbVI/s400/saaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is for me and Ina gemok. HAHA =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thenn, we walk walk and walk along masjid India looking for shawls and all. and finally end up at JJ tiredly to eat. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all I guess. But yesterdayy was memorable. :) It makes me smile till the second I fell asleep. HAHA. I'm insane. Ignore me. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/5402332554736269390-9130193139484857953?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9130193139484857953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=9130193139484857953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9130193139484857953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9130193139484857953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/10/weeeeeeeekend.html' title='Weeeeeeeekend'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TMQ_GkAcM1I/AAAAAAAAAvk/XDATjIJizyQ/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4802236335717108564</id><published>2010-09-18T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:23:38.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of All :)</title><content type='html'>Hello again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is going my last post. I think. Yes my last post. There is nothing I would like to post but I wanna feel the excitement of blogging for the last time before I go back to Temerloh tomorrrow. A weeek before Raye we reunited again. I mean &lt;strong&gt;3 W 2009&lt;/strong&gt;. and I miss you guys so much and realized that you guys have changed a lot physically but still the same mentally, I guess. Well in fact, Acap is still as vain as he used to be and Hadi, the sabah guy. HAHA. getting taller about an inch. and shakila, I think she's growing her cheeeeks, but no worry still cute. And like lots of stuffs. because mainly, some of us are not in the same school so we did'nt really know much about each other. And what surprised me me the most is Khai. The first time he joined this kind of stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as planned, we ate at KFC. I'm so glad to see you guys. I laughed so hard that I don't even make sounds and burst out into tears and I'm feeling my six packs coming on. Okay that part is a lie because it is impossible for me to have six packs. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here are the pictures. I'm not the photographer. I'm not used to this kind of gadgets. Yes I'm out dated. but at least I'm lucky because my friend has this one goood stuff to carry everywhere. the DSLR. haha. I wish I had one. But I'm so goinngg to leave it everywhere. moreover, it's fragilee mannn -.-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks you so much &lt;strong&gt;Farhana Salman&lt;/strong&gt; for the pictures babyy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279498281469714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTd93JjRxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YymCADyAsWQ/s400/46930_1522368573469_1062217316_1496335_6344841_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, this is the amazing outwedges camerawomann. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279494079716066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTd9nfxmuI/AAAAAAAAAtM/pyd7UOERNnU/s400/46700_1523023909852_1062217316_1497615_7297227_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halizaa&lt;/strong&gt;. :) She's my shoulder to cryyy on :'( HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279963494416098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeY8M9fuI/AAAAAAAAAt0/cASALQctuBU/s400/58325_1522366573419_1062217316_1496321_1402911_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is shashaaa and halizaa again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Shasha makin cunn woooh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTflf4K_oI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ooi4ymOARv8/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518281278740954754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTflf4K_oI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ooi4ymOARv8/s400/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Threeeee Wangsaaa 2009&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Not that perfect. some of them are not here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like the one in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;striped&lt;/span&gt; shirt. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTflLlIUAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ucxzvVxPJp8/s1600/58694_1523030190009_1062217316_1497655_2693214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518281273292378114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTflLlIUAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ucxzvVxPJp8/s400/58694_1523030190009_1062217316_1497655_2693214_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Slowwwwly mannn -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTfkjb312I/AAAAAAAAAus/pKrTSkvvbo0/s1600/58694_1523030150008_1062217316_1497654_8138807_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518281262516131682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTfkjb312I/AAAAAAAAAus/pKrTSkvvbo0/s400/58694_1523030150008_1062217316_1497654_8138807_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bc doa bukak puase tak korang korang ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeZ1JZGoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wuS6KHqQQ-A/s1600/58330_1522355813150_1062217316_1496245_5749544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279978780269186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeZ1JZGoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/wuS6KHqQQ-A/s400/58330_1522355813150_1062217316_1496245_5749544_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love muchh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeZBEgiwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/1vnqBz9Cmz4/s1600/58330_1522355693147_1062217316_1496242_4651859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279964801141506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeZBEgiwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/1vnqBz9Cmz4/s400/58330_1522355693147_1062217316_1496242_4651859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tibe2 peaceee minah sorang ni. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeY7iumUI/AAAAAAAAAts/oZo0vFIhZB0/s1600/58325_1522366293412_1062217316_1496314_3939568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279963317279042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeY7iumUI/AAAAAAAAAts/oZo0vFIhZB0/s400/58325_1522366293412_1062217316_1496314_3939568_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this one lotsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeYYtg3_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/1k20kREjpls/s1600/47735_1522338412715_1062217316_1496180_7418220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279953967276018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTeYYtg3_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/1k20kREjpls/s400/47735_1522338412715_1062217316_1496180_7418220_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told ya they are still the same mentally. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTd-CnpmsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kBjGP6BvE70/s1600/47221_1522339532743_1062217316_1496182_922941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518279501360503490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTd-CnpmsI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kBjGP6BvE70/s400/47221_1522339532743_1062217316_1496182_922941_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the memoriess guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best class ever &lt;strong&gt;1 2 3 Wangsa&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4802236335717108564?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4802236335717108564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4802236335717108564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4802236335717108564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4802236335717108564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/09/best-of-all.html' title='The Best of All :)'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJTd93JjRxI/AAAAAAAAAtU/YymCADyAsWQ/s72-c/46930_1522368573469_1062217316_1496335_6344841_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-6764952155339260903</id><published>2010-09-16T17:01:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:59:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya 2010 ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;since like everyone is talking about Raya&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. I'm sorry if I ever hurt your feelings whether by my harsh words, fake compliments, annoying behaviour or even this blog may hurt you. I'm sorry. I'm a normal human being. So making mistake is like the routine of my everyday life. So start a new thing. &lt;em&gt;-Buang yang keruh, ambil yang jernih-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; on the first Raya since green always win my heart in choosing baju raya. I've been wearing since I was standard five.&lt;strong&gt; 6&lt;/strong&gt; years Greeeen! haha. so next year no more green. I hope so. So as usual, KL is the place I celebrated my Raya. -.- We went to Mak Sue's house. and most of my dad's siblings are there. So well it's a normal thing though many people keep saying 'Raya kat Kl tak best'. &lt;strong&gt;Home is where your heart is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. and there were lotsss of fooooods. I've been visiting the dining table for countless time. No wonder I am so going to grow few inches . haha. Laksa, rendang, lasagne, nasi tomato, blaa blaa. and macam-macam. But I was not feeling so well so that's the reason why I post 'Raya yang tak berapa nak awesome compare to past years' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I think I apologize to most of those who are close to me. hehe. yang tak close tu sorry ah. Firstly, minta maaf kat nenek. :P then my mom dad uncles aunties friends . May this Raya tighten our silaturrahim :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517502560349582018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJIbWHzx8sI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2dziiueuWMY/s400/DSCN2654.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my family. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love much&lt;/span&gt; :) and hakim was like promoting colgate.HAHA. I just realized why azim is not wearing baju melayu? =.= At the back is Muhammad and me. In the middle, Suhaila, my parents, Syahmina. and at the front, Azim and Hakim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Does it sounds like in a school magazzzine?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517501428026382706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJIaUNk5GXI/AAAAAAAAAss/_OjHBJukcRY/s400/DSCN2644.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here it goes my hot granddddmaaah. :P She used to be when she was young. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517500216850969858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJIZNtmK9QI/AAAAAAAAAsc/n8EkF4BM_cE/s400/017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Azimmmm. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517436442407123810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJHfNjR4u2I/AAAAAAAAAsE/yvmbE0c2VVU/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousinns. But its not all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517436224457548770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJHfA3WqI-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/V3cidSDKnRk/s400/lllllllllllllll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Alongg is gettting married soon and Shigim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517435788109620082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJHend1NI3I/AAAAAAAAArs/Lf035d-TNo8/s400/60795_434984334706_820614706_4873702_3645035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sisterrr and my nieceee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ina sorrrrry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all I guess. and I'm gonna celebrate the rest of syawal at Temerloh, Pahang &lt;em&gt;sadly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hardest thing is going back to Temerloh. Still quite a strange place sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-6764952155339260903?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6764952155339260903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=6764952155339260903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6764952155339260903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6764952155339260903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/09/raya-2010.html' title='Raya 2010 ♥'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJIbWHzx8sI/AAAAAAAAAs0/2dziiueuWMY/s72-c/DSCN2654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2904266878403650673</id><published>2010-09-16T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:01:29.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I need is A A A A A A A A A A A A and lotsa A babyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJGwSjQs_kI/AAAAAAAAArc/v5bBPjGi7QI/s1600/tumblr_l6hfvdAz6N1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517384851255000642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJGwSjQs_kI/AAAAAAAAArc/v5bBPjGi7QI/s400/tumblr_l6hfvdAz6N1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. This is an untitle post. It is mainly about my incoming final exam which I'm not so well prepared. -.- especially Addmaths. I start telling myself to do addmath exercises everyday but it is not working. I think someone shd remind me everyday 'Do addmaths everyday'. I think doing addmath exercises shd be one of my 2011 resolutions. and so as everything. But I'm trying my best to work at the last minutes to revise everything I can. I do do do realllly hope I'll get good results on this P4. I'm badly hoping for it. This post is so short. And the other reason why I'm writing is because its beeen a long time I did'nt punch this keyboard. Okay now it's the end. Tonight I'm so going to post something which is veryyy long. I'll be back to revenge. HAHA about rayyaaa and all. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5402332554736269390-2904266878403650673?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2904266878403650673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2904266878403650673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2904266878403650673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2904266878403650673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-i-need-is-a-a-a-a-a-a-and-lotsa.html' title='All I need is A A A A A A A A A A A A and lotsa A babyyy.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TJGwSjQs_kI/AAAAAAAAArc/v5bBPjGi7QI/s72-c/tumblr_l6hfvdAz6N1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1740096458913904018</id><published>2010-08-21T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:58:00.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIG NO NO TO CIGARETTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TG_z0jlSzvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/r63V6JFaXqM/s1600/40440_1569553636803_1174321887_1670411_6271209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507888953527815922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TG_z0jlSzvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/r63V6JFaXqM/s400/40440_1569553636803_1174321887_1670411_6271209_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls love hot guys. It's a fact that cant be denied. That guy is so so so Hot. I love his style. and the way he pose. but there's one thing I hate a lot about him. He is smoking. For me, hot guys dont smoke and guys who smoke are not hot. There's no use of smoking. You get nothing except diseases in future and you wont be able to sit back and relax at your old time. You will be lying on bed with wires here and there with machine by your side in a room smelled with medecine. rightt? No use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, also it seems a modern way of life when you smoke. The urbanites smoke. So people who dont smoke are lame? For me people who dont smoke are those who practice a good way of life and normally they are people who concern about their health. And those who smoke, stop before its tooo late. You are killing everyone next to you. Your loved one, mom dad family girlfriend. There are many ways to stop smoking. No matter how hard it is, it is nt impossible to stop your bad habit. Only you can change yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who are close to smokers, support them to stop smoking. Smokers need support from their loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and  dear smokers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; If it is not now, then when, if it is not you then who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1740096458913904018?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1740096458913904018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1740096458913904018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1740096458913904018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1740096458913904018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-no-no-to-cigarette.html' title='A BIG NO NO TO CIGARETTE'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TG_z0jlSzvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/r63V6JFaXqM/s72-c/40440_1569553636803_1174321887_1670411_6271209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-9089475532538028652</id><published>2010-07-15T10:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:26:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a so not-up-to-date post. everyone in this whole world was talking mumbling about this whole football thing. But since I dont know what to post so it might quite 'interesting' to post about something I dont really know. My bestfriends, dormates, classmates are the fans of Spain and I'm the fan of Malaysia. muahaha though I know Malaysia is not part of the FIFA thing. So since&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Spain &lt;/span&gt;juara kepada juara segala football dalam dunia. Congrats. HAHA. and also to my dormates Kirin Pinie Kak Lili, congrats too. Its worth it you guys stayed up until pukul berape. Then tak tidur. haha. I think thats all because I dont know much about football. All I know few hot guys running aroung the field like a maniac for a ball. Its better if the ball is a girl then its worth it. :) HAHA. okay. Sometime, it really annoys me when a girl who knows nothing about football pretend they know everything about footballl just to attract those guys. I am myself and I only know 1% about football because my dad and brother is a football fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I dont like guys who dont like footballs. weird odd freak. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TD54JhiOvmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mqfMeEMmgok/s1600/123333333333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TD54JhiOvmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mqfMeEMmgok/s400/123333333333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493960700454682210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZEE PEEEPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I'm going home home home home home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-9089475532538028652?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9089475532538028652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=9089475532538028652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9089475532538028652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9089475532538028652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/07/football.html' title='Football?'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TD54JhiOvmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mqfMeEMmgok/s72-c/123333333333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8627075929382572425</id><published>2010-06-30T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:27:44.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Awesomeee.&lt;/span&gt; Finally here I am once again updating this blog. Its been a while I didnt update because I'm so busy macam bussinesswoman. :p And so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hello Hello&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;. Basically I'm blogging today because I feel like writing about that remarkable night in my school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not going to be like a report or school essay this time. I hope so. =.= because I'm not good at writing because I dont read that much. So read a lot. Annoyed much with my reading advertisement? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remember. When was it. It was Saturday night, 26th June. Its going to sound so poyo or maybe showing off. but sorry that's not my intention. I'm writing about how happy my friends and I that night. So here the story goes, like 2 weeks before the event we were told about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malam busana&lt;/span&gt;. and there must be one representative from each class. I don't know why my classmates chose me. HAHAHAHAHA. because I'm a perfectly normal human being which is easy overlooked. But for me why not give a try? Once in a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a so-not-long-hoilday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we're back to school sadly. and I brought the clothes which I suppose to wear and we think it is nice but not a theme like clothes. So my 4 Intelligent do some mix and match which is extremely cool. HAHA. Seriously my friends put a lot of efforts on doing this model thing. Unlisted. Leny helps me a lot with the clothes. find me a skirt, she is so the next project runway winnnerrrrr. and aishah helps me with the accessoriesss. with the bangle necklace all that and hat. haha and the rest with the support is more than enough. Because I'm new here so I didn't really expect this kind of thingg to happen. thanks classmates. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so the malam busana started about 8.30 p.m and all the persembahans were nice and great. and also the food. although makanan dewan makan je, but for the first time air tak tawar and the nasi ayam all that is okay. but I dont eat that much. for a fact, I'm not dieting. and so we talk talk. and by 9.30 the models start to walk a so-not-official runway. HAHA, everyone was so lucky because they walk by pairs but me I'm not that unlucky I was the last one so I have to walk alone. But my classmates thought that is a chance for me because the judges can concentrate on me. haha. So I walk. I walk awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And half an hour later the second round, out of 19 models only 5 will be chosen. :/ I dont really hope on that because I'm so normal compare to other models. But my classmates once again support me by telling me I'm going to make it. And haha I was one of the five finalists. Ant this time we were given one hard question. Kak Miralot was the debater so obviously she'll win and so Kak Mirafatin. But miracle do happen that night. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won&lt;/span&gt;. haha. I was crowned with a very cute pink crown (which seems a flower girl crown), haha. and a set of brooch, bouquet a flowers and the thing I like the most I dont know what it is called. HAHAHA. malu aku atas pentas. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and that is how the story was. thanks again for the night. especially to my classmates. :D :D :D thanks thanks for the support. and everyone too dormates, rumah hijau and semua oranglah for the compliments and support. I appreciate it. Gedik and Poyo Pictures will be sooooon. HAHA, I told you its going to be very poyo so why are you still reading it? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbLTUzmWoI/AAAAAAAAApk/ayT1lSnxvow/s1600/l_be34c0f5979146988e9394ee597886b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbLTUzmWoI/AAAAAAAAApk/ayT1lSnxvow/s400/l_be34c0f5979146988e9394ee597886b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491800328487983746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Form Four. Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbNsG88PDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SpU5_evJFu4/s1600/35776_130633366973248_100000797567448_148167_2971609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbNsG88PDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/SpU5_evJFu4/s400/35776_130633366973248_100000797567448_148167_2971609_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491802953289055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; to them. kakitangan 4 Intel. but for the rest too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbNEdEJfYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RlIaBtBxczU/s1600/13432_1363479891836_1376764607_30991297_8346498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbNEdEJfYI/AAAAAAAAAp8/RlIaBtBxczU/s400/13432_1363479891836_1376764607_30991297_8346498_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491802272030096770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbM1aQkueI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_sqzwxq7R8I/s1600/13432_1363479931837_1376764607_30991298_3211329_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbM1aQkueI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_sqzwxq7R8I/s400/13432_1363479931837_1376764607_30991298_3211329_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491802013578869218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moii Biologyyyy teachaaar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbLh_4-MrI/AAAAAAAAAps/DZZCPTHmSmg/s1600/34749_124156754294131_100000994208025_120661_70970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbLh_4-MrI/AAAAAAAAAps/DZZCPTHmSmg/s400/34749_124156754294131_100000994208025_120661_70970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491800580571411122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 Super Intelllllllllllllligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; TO MAMA, BONDA , IBU OR WHATSOEVER&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOODLES.&lt;br /&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/5402332554736269390-8627075929382572425?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8627075929382572425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8627075929382572425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8627075929382572425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8627075929382572425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/06/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TDbLTUzmWoI/AAAAAAAAApk/ayT1lSnxvow/s72-c/l_be34c0f5979146988e9394ee597886b3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-9082321015959643856</id><published>2010-05-03T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:43:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days more = 72 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 3 MORE DAYS TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It makes me so excited when I think about home, the place where I belong! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;:) :P :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-9082321015959643856?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9082321015959643856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=9082321015959643856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9082321015959643856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9082321015959643856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-days-more-72-hours.html' title='3 days more = 72 hours'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7041745990921507804</id><published>2010-04-22T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:30:11.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm greeeeningg the EARTH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todayyy. yes yes today. I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hutan Simpan Felda Kemasul, Mentakab&lt;/span&gt;. Since this is my first time involving in this greening the earth thing I'm so so so excited. We were given T shirt and yeah its a plain white T Shirt with Pahang punya Logo. EHEH. and so so it takes an hour to get there, to be exact 1 hour 5 mins. temerloh to mentakab isn't that far. it was only 20 mins trip but when we reached Felda Kemasul we have to go in. sampai ke hulu wehh. Hahaha. Jalan die pun macam ular kene palu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time ever, I went to Felda. I heard a lot about Felda but I never went to Felda and I'm glad today I got the chance. And as you know, there are palm oil plantation, and getah and so on. heh. and so what did I do there. I planted a tree. a tree. a baby tree. cangkul semua sendiri. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And and thats all I guess. Lets Green the Earth !&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/5402332554736269390-7041745990921507804?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7041745990921507804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7041745990921507804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7041745990921507804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7041745990921507804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-greeeeningg-earth.html' title='I&apos;m greeeeningg the EARTH.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5410036049918868206</id><published>2010-04-14T08:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:41:07.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWWWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hello blog.&lt;/strong&gt; well this is my first time blogging here in my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt; place so called HOME. this is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; post in a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt; place in a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NEW&lt;/span&gt; school in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; atmosphere using a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; computer. I am no longer wangsa maju 2 for a fact I shd know and so as you. I'm currently at &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;SBPI Temerloh , Pahang&lt;/strong&gt;. But still I got time to blog and so on. Suppose sekarang I shd be in the class learning physics dengan lelehan air mata mengantuk keluar but yeah MR ROR is not in the school so we are like free. ya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is okay. Okay so far. and I miss home, I mean like things I do at home, but at the same time I'm glad I'm in a boarding school because that is what I really want. hehe. cehhh poyo. and the schedule is so so so super pack mannn.I wake up so early in the morning, ayam pun tak berkokok lagi. and sleep quite late at night. and HAHAH. goood i'm being independent. I'm being &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;miss independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so farr. fuyohhhh. HAHA. and I miss those girls. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;MEKLIZASHA&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. my three totally spies threee, power puff girls. and all I'm hoping is to gain more experience learn more. duhh -.- stop babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this part I shd write quite a long time ago. hehe. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt;! AWESOME! hehe. It was a normal Monday. A school day so lets go to school duhh. and so as I came there they were. my girls. haha. THANKS THANKS KEPADA SESIAPA YANG WISH PAGI2 TUH INCLUDING YANG MALAM MALAM TUH. and so we learn chemistry after recess and the math. but math was the best part! As I get into the class I saw my Math teacher and later few few few minutes I saw my classmates Chew and Frhn. HAHAHAH. and there he was carrying secret recipe bagg. HAHA and so you know sing a birthday song HAHAHA happpy birthdayyy to youu and bla blahh. HAHA. i shd have take a lots of pics. =.- but I didnt get the chance because it was more like a surprise party. the wayy I wrute in not that interesting because I'm so not gooooood in writing. heh. but sumpah it was SUPER AWESOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my last day at wangsa maju was a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; sad&lt;/span&gt; day fr me. HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHA. eh sedih la. haih lame lagi nak balik rumah. ada orang cakap balik&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 7th May.&lt;/strong&gt; adoiii lamenye. ada orang cakap &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;30th Aprill.&lt;/strong&gt; lamaa, ada orang pulak cakap maybe form 1 2 and form 4 baru balik &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23rd Aprill&lt;/strong&gt; sebab they got this hari kecermelangan but my instinct tells me I'm going home on 23rd YAYYYYY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSSS LOYAA LIZA DIRA SHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;muah muah muah :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. :D&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/5402332554736269390-5410036049918868206?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5410036049918868206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5410036049918868206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5410036049918868206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5410036049918868206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/04/newwwww.html' title='NEWWWWW'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8005221981518575650</id><published>2010-03-27T20:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:36:50.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453298992804506002" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 351px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S64CiogbqZI/AAAAAAAAAok/yRQH_iTstbM/s400/20070331011255_birthdaygirl_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday to youu, Happy Birthday to youu, Happy Birthday to Sarah, Happy Birthday to youuu. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HEHE. 2 days more and I'll be sixteen. This is what we call the excitement in a teenager when their birthday is around the corner. and of course I'm hoping for surprises from my parents. hehe. presents perhaps? nahhh. It is enough even A Wish. A Wish which is sincerely come from the bottom of the heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;People do say that we shd make wishes on our birthday because our birthday is not the day where we celebrate everyday. And I have a lot a lot of wishes. So many wishes I kept deep inside me. Uncountable and some of them are wishes that wont come true. Fr example: &lt;strong&gt;Marry with Prince Williams&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAA =.= and also my other wish that wont come true is &lt;strong&gt;my current school turn into a school more like HSM&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We're all in this together, once we know...blablabla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back to the main topic, I'm sixteen wait I'm sixteeen? heh. Since I'm sixteen, soon, I think I shd act more like a mature person. Because my dad used to say &lt;strong&gt;'awak ni tak matang lagi dalam hidup. Hidup ni banyak benda. Bukan setakat internet online, TV, orang dah matang tak bergaduh dengan adik darjah 3, apa lah sarah ni'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okayy, conclusion , &lt;strong&gt;I'm going to 16&lt;/strong&gt;. Thats it. Its a normal thing I'm getting older, well who gets younger except Benjamin Button. The curious case of Benjamin Button is a very great movie, Two thums up. Five Star. Awesomeee! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BYE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-8005221981518575650?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8005221981518575650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8005221981518575650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8005221981518575650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8005221981518575650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/03/sixteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.html' title='Sixteen 16'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S64CiogbqZI/AAAAAAAAAok/yRQH_iTstbM/s72-c/20070331011255_birthdaygirl_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7735114933387827969</id><published>2010-03-16T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:32:00.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very early in the morning. I dont know what to do so I turned on to hitz.tv and there it was the fifteen song. Fifteen is not my fav or not even the song I listen everyday where I can remember every single word in that song. Fifteen is just a song. A song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm writing today to memorise all the good times when I was fifteen. Mainly, being fifteen is one of the greatest time in my life. I start to miss all those moments. I'm not dating anyone when I was fifteen because I think by that time I lost hope about all this love feeling. and seriously I didnt want to give myself the chance of being loved and be loved. So, the most important people are friends after my family. We were 5 beautiful cute preety girls. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Me, Dira, Liza, Sha, Nyna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There's no ranking between you guys. No first or no second. And we used to hang around at JJ since JJ is the nearest. And our fav thing to do was try on clothes but did'nt buy it. HAHA. It was fun. 5 of us in the fitting rooms and start to vain all that. haha. But now things changed. We are still together but back then I realized we are not as close as we used to. And because of the conflict, I change, she change, we change. But still you guys are the best. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449028525239321330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S57WktHcQvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4z3jkOB31ik/s400/dirahangout249-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; YOU GUYS. MUAH MUAH. :-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And also last year I had this one exam. PMR. I thought not getting all A's for PMR is like the end of the world. HAHA. before. and now, I know Pmr is not really a big thing because the real thing is SPM. I start to realize many people who gets all A's in PMR does'nt get all A's in SPM. and one more thing I realize is I have to study extra hard. extra hard. When I was I was form 3 studying in class was quite fun. I sat at the back so most of the time we talk and talk. and for me the peeps in my class are awesome. :) When I was form 2 I think I cant get along with them so I decided like &lt;em&gt;I do my part you do your part&lt;/em&gt;, but then I realized they are awesome awesome and awesome. HAHA. Each of them are different with diffrent weird freak chracacters. I just love you people. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And finally when I was 15, I made a chance in my life. Quite a big change, well not so big. I broke the promise to myself. I start to learn to give my chance to love and being love. HAHA :p still, until today, I cant believe for a fact I'm dating my classmate. I told him that I love him fr the first time when I was 15. HAHA. It was funny because we used to argue, I mean like most everyday, and even until today. HAHA. We were classmates since wait waitt,,  yeahh I was form 1, but that fr a while, till I moved and when I came back here, we were classmates, Form 2 - 3. and and haha. until today we are classmates. We're in the same class again fr quite many years, I dont know how he made me tell him that I love him because I think no one can easily do that because I knw I'm suchhh an ego. BAHAHA. so still, I'm still with him. :) HAHA. though, we're in the same class, I miss him. EWWWWW. hahahahaha. He's been a very great one to me. I can see that just I cant tell him. and he's everythng to me. HAHA I mean it okayy. Well let just hope he's not going to read this. :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iloveyouu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HAHA. some of the good memories when I was fifteeeeeen :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7735114933387827969?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7735114933387827969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7735114933387827969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7735114933387827969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7735114933387827969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/03/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S57WktHcQvI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4z3jkOB31ik/s72-c/dirahangout249-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2180135237519491151</id><published>2010-03-12T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:14:41.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One perfect bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One perfect bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well in the morning I thought my day will be as normal as it used to be. Random days. =.= but it turn out to be one of the worst day ever in this week. I guess. =.= Morning was okay. We got this maulidur rasul sambutan but seriously I dont understand what the ustaz was trying to say. because you know the hall was noisy and the ustaz's voice was unclear so what else can I do? so me and those girls, were gossiping. &lt;em&gt;bad attitude&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and the rest is normal. and marks. not much but okay I guess. I shd work harder so I can get better result. and then later on, we went to amanina. hahahaha. lawak ah. aman apasal da gemok sekarang? she seems fatter seriously. aku tak tau ape sains muar bagi ko makan. heh. and &lt;strong&gt;H_SKEMA&lt;/strong&gt; left me alone :( she went to CC . heh. blah la kauuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and and and finally the &lt;strong&gt;PBSM&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. lame. seriously this perjumpaan. but the main thing my group &lt;em&gt;ALPHA&lt;/em&gt; won the best group. thanks to those who contributes. and go home with my bestfrend. HAHAHAHA. and here the thing start, I &lt;strong&gt;missed&lt;/strong&gt; the rapid bus because I was day-dreaming. so I callled my beloved dadddddy ayah bapak father segala jadah to fetch me at the LRT. an hour mannnnn. heshhhh! sakit kaki aku berdiri! the sec I got in the car kene marah la pulak because I walk too slow. no glucose anymore left in my bod so no energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;around 7 at home. and and I saw this &lt;strong&gt;one fat monster&lt;/strong&gt; a.k.a ina a.ka my sister she was riding on the bicycle with my most beloved new pair of wedges! I wanna kill her that second and campak dalam longkang. so there was cat fight. throwing stuff all that but thanks, my mom scolded her and so you know I won the war! :D and and then no electricity. ni tak tahan! panas ohh. stiff home in the dark is like urghhhh! disastaaaa! :D and finally when I was bathing, the lights on! yay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5pOLBwuLlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QLP_lwDYVuc/s1600-h/fish_face_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447752650616352338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5pOLBwuLlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QLP_lwDYVuc/s400/fish_face_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I have the ability to do the &lt;strong&gt;fish face&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll do it everytime I stress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5402332554736269390-2180135237519491151?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2180135237519491151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2180135237519491151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2180135237519491151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2180135237519491151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-perfect-bad-day.html' title='One perfect bad day'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5pOLBwuLlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/QLP_lwDYVuc/s72-c/fish_face_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1958352587911632629</id><published>2010-03-11T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:48:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finallly exams over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally the monthly test is over. I never thought form 4 could be this hard. Seriously I think I should put 200% effort to pass all the exams with flying colours. So so so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAHHHHHHH! COME ON! YOU GO GIRL! GET 9A+ FOR SPM 2011 !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm supporting my selfff again. hehehe. well then who else after all besides my all time motivator loyaa. I lost hope seriously because of few things and and and I lost hope. That is all I know. and I lost hope. :( and the one and only person who supports me 247 a day is of course my GG partner. HAHA. andd I do really hope I get the spirit like I used to have when I was having my PMR yearr. :D and also my mom, she keep telling everything will be just fine . :D I got big dreams since I was a very cute little girl and I keep my dreams until today but as I grow older, I know dreams are not easy to be achieved and before I was very confident but now I'm not sure who am I gonna be one day. whether the person in my dreams or someone I have never been dreaming of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5jT60lV3AI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kolQHefym4c/s1600-h/tumblr_kyjdn5CQSd1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447336756805753858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5jT60lV3AI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kolQHefym4c/s400/tumblr_kyjdn5CQSd1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I saw this cute panda and I think this panda is kinda represents me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: congrats to &lt;strong&gt;ZARAAA!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I just dont get it what is wrong with you. You're not the same in many ways. I mean the way you speak to me, the way you look at me. frankly, you changed without realizing it darlinggg. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5jTlnR-psI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7qW0_bMV4ds/s1600-h/tumblr_kz2964S8iO1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOODLES.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5402332554736269390-1958352587911632629?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1958352587911632629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1958352587911632629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1958352587911632629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1958352587911632629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/03/finallly-exams-over.html' title='Finallly exams over.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S5jT60lV3AI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kolQHefym4c/s72-c/tumblr_kyjdn5CQSd1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-9205908088190855002</id><published>2010-03-10T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:13:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I post somethin</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLLLLLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm prettttty excited to blog todayy. hehe. since I dont post anything fr a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okayyy. Here the idea comes. I want to write about about about me. haha. well no one interested so perhaps I shd'nt. Okayy about &lt;em&gt;MY BIGGEST FEAR&lt;/em&gt;. well its not really my biggest fear because my biggest fear is &lt;strong&gt;cat&lt;/strong&gt;. but my current biggest fear is&lt;strong&gt; exam&lt;/strong&gt;. alahaiii exam. Lots of stuffs to read and to be revised but seee , you can see me on facebook or myspace. fr me, 24 hours is not enough. I need 50 hours a day to manage myself perfectlyy. but I still do spend 1/10 of my 24 hours to study, okayy thats good sarahh! :) stiiil I openn my book. and tomorrow I'm going to sit fr ADDMATHS. and I'm extremely excited in a freak way you can never imagine. :/ malam ni aku nak blaja add maths! :D my prediction tells me, that I'm gonna be sleepy when I open my addmaths book. heh. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now I'm gonna do some craps on my love life storyy. heh. I dont have much time to crap on this because pleassee sarah is not the lovey-dovey type. but yeah I know what love is because I'm &lt;em&gt;learning&lt;/em&gt; it, &lt;em&gt;experiencing&lt;/em&gt; it and and and thats all I guess. My mind got stucked. something is blocking it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finallly, my essay is going to end about my feeling. the frustration feeling of not being chosen fr the SBP. huh. seriouslyyy, I think my life is okayy and nearly to perfect but you just dont get the feeling. masa depan aku &lt;strong&gt;gelap&lt;/strong&gt;. There are a lot of good teachers in the schoool, but the main thing is not about teacher or anything. Its about me, I've planned what I wanna do in life and for me life has to be according to my plan. but but. :( so now I'm following the flow. I dont wannna plan anything again. :/, so far. duhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and I read this one love quote&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'DONT BELIEVE IN PROMISES THAT CAN BE BROKEN'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and I think its true. Guy dumbs girl anytime but girl does'nt dumb guy. and guy tells the girl how much they love the girl whereas the guy does'nt really love the girl. but girl don't tell the guy how much they love the guy but deeep deep down there the girl loves the guy a lot. rightt? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOODLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5402332554736269390-9205908088190855002?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9205908088190855002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=9205908088190855002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9205908088190855002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9205908088190855002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-i-post-somethin.html' title='Finally I post somethin'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-3497018794166400677</id><published>2010-02-08T15:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:40:31.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a Super Great Sunday but Super Sad Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! Here the story goes. Yesterday was my annoying brother's birthday. &lt;strong&gt;Happy 14th Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt; Get all A's for PMR 2011. :) mmuuaaahh! ewww. bwekk! Dont read this brother! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2_EA6NYHII/AAAAAAAAAm0/A4W43ZgiBvw/s1600-h/piccas+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435778795163884674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2_EA6NYHII/AAAAAAAAAm0/A4W43ZgiBvw/s400/piccas+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todayyyy. Its kinda awkward for me since frhn is not here anymore. I'm sad because he is not by my side like he used to. Time will make things better. Baru saru jam he went away and I miss him like. hahaha. frhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn i miss you. I hope you'll be just fine at your new place. New friends. New School. New teachers. New Surrounding. New atmospehere but sorry &lt;strong&gt;NO new girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. One is enough. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yesterday also I went to Wangsa Walk to see my bestfriend for the last time. I had lots of fun with him. Talk + Laugh. :D Seriously I had lots of fun. I wish today is yesterday and yesterday never end. he is moving to other school. :( He is goinggg to leave me. So who's gonna&lt;strong&gt; text&lt;/strong&gt; me if its not him? who's gonna &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; with me in the midnight if its not him? who am I going to call if I &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt;? Who's going to&lt;strong&gt; smile&lt;/strong&gt; back to me in class if I turn around? Who's gonna &lt;strong&gt;care&lt;/strong&gt; for me like he did? He's been a very special someone to me. Since last october, there was never in a day I didnt text or call him. I'll be missing youu &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just realized that this post is about me missing someone. HAHA. thats all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-3497018794166400677?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3497018794166400677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=3497018794166400677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3497018794166400677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3497018794166400677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-super-great-sunday-but-super-sad.html' title='I had a Super Great Sunday but Super Sad Monday'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2_EA6NYHII/AAAAAAAAAm0/A4W43ZgiBvw/s72-c/piccas+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5978504663558744558</id><published>2010-02-03T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:29:18.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majulah Sukan Untuk Negara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get the chance to update my blog. I'm not busy. I'm just&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; tooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. Lott and lots and lots of things happened lately. Wait. I would like to tell you guys I'm fine. :) haha. like you really wanna know. HAHA. i'm fine and fine and so fine. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all I would like to show my appreciation to my &lt;a href="http://http//www.myspace.com/shefaloya"&gt;Sharifah Alawiah Syed Esa&lt;/a&gt; . hehe. Thanks for everything :)) My shoulder to cry on all the time even in the midnight :P HAHA. and also the one who motivates me a lot. HAHAHA. :p thanks thanks! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2luC-Lo4LI/AAAAAAAAAms/G7puVK7Loqs/s1600-h/FSCN1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433995422729822386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2luC-Lo4LI/AAAAAAAAAms/G7puVK7Loqs/s400/FSCN1498.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Majulah Sukan Untuk Negara!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAA. so so so now here come the Sukantara! HAHA. and I'm pretty excited this year. I attend all the house practices. haha. and also the sukantaras, but but but as you know I'm not good at sport so, sorry Jebat don't hope points from me! HAHA. I cant even run 100m. hahaha. and sarah and I were holding hands while running! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But my sunshine is different. He's good at sports. :DD lg2 high jump. :) Sometimes in life I really want to feel how its like being an athlete in schoool and won this and that, run faster than others and jump higher than others. I am never a girl who can run run run till the end and later be chosen by the teachers. All I can do is &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shout&lt;/strong&gt; for my house! HAHA. but still that can be considered as taking part in sport. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And also there is a cheerleading team. BHAHAHA! cehh wangsa maju nak jadi SBU or CBN ke? HAHA. but at least my school has the gut to organise a cheer team though we have no coach. still I think they can do split. cart wheel and bla bla bla. go to the top. When I was in SBU I love to see the cheerleaders doing their practice. They will roll up their track suit until it looks like a short. And of course shirlift is the greatest. But I am Prouse! but I support Maclay. And I dont like Cooke and Green! HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; I'm not fine&lt;/strong&gt;. things seem to be so wrong. and it's weird I'm being wayy sensitive than usual. and and I'm weak. Small tiny problem makes my day end faster than usual. I'm stuck and stuck and stuck! I want things to be fine as usual. and and. sun, please shine like you used to. makes my day brighter. Sarahhhhhhh. be strongg. by smiling. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2ls4HrAhSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/JAhco91BnzQ/s1600-h/SmilingFaces.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433994136787125538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2ls4HrAhSI/AAAAAAAAAmk/JAhco91BnzQ/s400/SmilingFaces.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;There are many ways of smiling.&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/5402332554736269390-5978504663558744558?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5978504663558744558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5978504663558744558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5978504663558744558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5978504663558744558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/02/majulah-sukan-untuk-negara.html' title='Majulah Sukan Untuk Negara'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2luC-Lo4LI/AAAAAAAAAms/G7puVK7Loqs/s72-c/FSCN1498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8176339351426157620</id><published>2010-01-28T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:00:28.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance. -GAGA ULALA-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2GE3uleRTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/TysbvY4ZyzQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kwt09xS7UA1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431768718518404402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2GE3uleRTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/TysbvY4ZyzQ/s400/tumblr_kwt09xS7UA1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD ROMANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One of Gaga's song. I like that song. I like the part rah&lt;em&gt;-rah-ah-ah-ah roma-...&lt;/em&gt; cool! For me Gaga is a prettty woman. Well is she exactly a woman? I read news paper last two weeks. Lady Gaga is not a woman. well she is man + woman. She is Unisex? Isn't that cool. She can switch her gender anytime she wants. But sadly, she already transformed herself into &lt;strong&gt;100% woman&lt;/strong&gt; because she found out that she has more female hormone than male hormone. So she is more into a woman. And finalllllly. She is a woman today. A pretty woman. I like her nose. Because her nose is so perfect. She did a nose job I think. &lt;strong&gt;I want to do nose job tooo&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHA. no no. I'm kidding. :P but go GAGA you rock! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever have this feeling want to be someone in life. I mean like. You talk to yourself&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-I wish&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am not me - I wish I am someone else with looks and money and brain? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I always have that kind of thoughts in my head. Because I know I'm not a grateful person. but I'm trying to be grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: I hate that &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt; because she likes to compare myself and her. She meant the world to me last time but no longer now . Sorry. You are&lt;strong&gt; pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; . Go get a life. Stop comparing me and you. If you want to be more than me in every ways. go ahead. I dont mind at all because all I know is my life is perfect enough and which is better than you &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-8176339351426157620?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8176339351426157620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8176339351426157620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8176339351426157620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8176339351426157620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-romance-gaga-ulala.html' title='Bad Romance. -GAGA ULALA-'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S2GE3uleRTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/TysbvY4ZyzQ/s72-c/tumblr_kwt09xS7UA1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8847280727346730566</id><published>2010-01-22T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:05:49.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JASON MRAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1k7Yjt-XPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8ZQGLQaKr48/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429436118862814450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1k7Yjt-XPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8ZQGLQaKr48/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; JASON MRAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't tell me you don't know Jason Mraz. I like him&lt;strong&gt; a lot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; a lot&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; a lot.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like him because of his look because he's not hot at all. HAHA. but he got talent in music. I like his music. :P and and and I love all his awesome songs! I like Bella Luna the most. sooothing jazzy music. :) And yeah I'm telling you Jason Mraz is a &lt;em&gt;very lowwww profile&lt;/em&gt; person. He's not really into all these branded stuff. He is himself. :) another thing is he is HTC model. I like HTC. but I cant afford it. toooooo expensive. And finally the reason I like him is because he was born on the same date and same year . which is 23rd june 1970. = my mom's birthday. :) Its very hard to say Jason Mraz is not goooood because he is absolutely goooooooooooood! :D And we got things in common which is we hate smokers. and once I heard Jason Mraz on hitz telling malaysians to stop smoking. =.= pathetic Malaysian smokers! and one more thing is we support all these mother nature things. like use reusable plastic bags. and also greeeening the earth. :)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;me loikkeee you JASON MRAZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And its quite weird I am more into all these oldies songs. HAHAHA. but I enjoy listening to latest music too. It is just like I love oldies songs more. You will never know the songs I like because you definitely never know&lt;strong&gt; -what the heck is this songg about. lame-&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. people used to say that when I tell them I like that kind of musics. Do you know Casablanca? &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. Killing me softly? &lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt; Brother Louie? &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. Right here waiting? &lt;strong&gt;NO.&lt;/strong&gt; so you don't know right? HAHA. but for me I like these songs because they use proper english. :P lagu sekarang? HAHA. lyrics mengarot. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bye bye &lt;em&gt;shakila.&lt;/em&gt; :) Have a better life at your new place friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-8847280727346730566?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8847280727346730566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8847280727346730566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8847280727346730566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8847280727346730566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/01/jason-mraz.html' title='JASON MRAZ'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1k7Yjt-XPI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8ZQGLQaKr48/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-6448218536029368348</id><published>2010-01-18T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:13:28.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SORRY FOR NOT GIVING YOU MY BEST MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday . The day I suppose to sit on my table and finish up all my homeworks. But yeah I'm here because I feel like writing and expressing out my feeeeling. I'm a human and so as you so we got this sad sad sad feeeling though we don't want to. I'm not exactly feel sad. Its more like my feelings are mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes my current feeling equation: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah's current feeling: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sad &lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;unknown feeelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dont get it why am I feeeling this wayy. I'm sad because I'm not offered for the SBP. :(( I was wondering why all my friends were offered. My mom told me since I chose for the Pure Science (Agama) I will not be offered for Pure Science School . And I'm kinda regret because I chose that Pure Science (Agama) stream. No wonder all my friends who got 8 a's and a B were offered because they chose pure science stream. Including my bestfriend and some other people. Moreover, I'm not a 9 a's student so the chance for me to be in pure science (agama) ... u know so no chance mann! :p But yeah the day when SBP results were annouced I was upset because my mom is the one who told me to chooose pure sc (agama) stream. so yeah I was quite mad some kind of that feeling with her. But I realized I'm not that islamic so thats the main reason my mom wanted me to go to agama stream. But my mom also knew I was freakingg frustrated . thats why she gave the chance for me to continue in pure science eventhough she really wants me to be in pure science agama but.... But mannnn this guilty feeeling because I cant be the daughter my mom have been dreaming of. Thats why. I realized that for my mom. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am her priority.&lt;/span&gt; :) I love youuuu mama. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: And also to all my friends that are going to SBP soooooon. Gooodluck friends. :) And to those who did'nt get the chance like me. Buat rayuann aa weyh cepat2. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finallyyy, And also to a bestfriend of mine who applied for sekolah menengah teknik but he did'nt get it, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be stronggg&lt;/span&gt;! I'm here for youuu. :D I know you're not really into account but one day you'll find out that account is quite interesting. :) No matter where you are you can be a successful person if you really want to. :) I love youuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHA. this post is getting longer so BYE BYE. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-6448218536029368348?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6448218536029368348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=6448218536029368348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6448218536029368348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6448218536029368348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sorry-for-not-giving-you-my-best.html' title='I&apos;M SORRY FOR NOT GIVING YOU MY BEST MOM'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7537590957830023877</id><published>2010-01-16T10:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:15:31.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's my Darling and I'm her honeyyy.    :-*  ♥♥♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>HEYYYO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1EqBaV5PNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/m7EVXXuSYvY/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427165229697547474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1EqBaV5PNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/m7EVXXuSYvY/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thisss post is specially dedicated to my beautiful bestfriend &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nur amanina azimi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:-*&lt;/span&gt; she'll be going to Sekolah Menengah Sains Muar. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; So you knoww it's goingg to be kind hard for us to gosssip all night long. And maybe me InsyaAllah is will be going to boarding school too. pray for me. I'm so not going to stay here at Wangsa Maju 2. err &lt;strong&gt;never!&lt;/strong&gt; but yeah no matter where we go we are still BFF. and here the rest of us Dira Liza and Sha we'll be missing youuu too darling. When you are at a new place, blaja betul betul darling. :D Ahaha. She wants to be a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;paedatrician&lt;/span&gt; and me? ahaha. a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;cardiologist&lt;/span&gt; . :P And she has been dreaming of&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; BMW 5 series&lt;/span&gt; and me &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BMW 7 series&lt;/span&gt;. haha. :P we are bfff twinnie. We got lots of dirttty secraaats together! So long may our dreams come true. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love youuu bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: and also I heard that Intervensi 1 for Form 3 is just aroundd the cornerr, so to me GG partner :&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sharifah Alawiah :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gooood luck! ahahaha! :P me love youu too. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today I'm going to make a confession saying I might not be as good as you read about me here. HAHA. I dont wannt to be a typo hypocrite but yeah at the same time I dont like to show the real me. I would rather people who knows me for years to know the real. but dont get me wrong I'm not evil I'm an average teenager with love and lust! HAHA. but yeah I do really hope you get to know me first before you talk about me. Frankly, I might not that goood or innocent but also I'm not as evil as you might think. :P whatever you wanna think up to youu. I got people who believe in my dreams which are wayyy supportive that I expect! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mwahahaa! bye. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1EnG_-c6EI/AAAAAAAAAjk/iIof_NIWRVE/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7537590957830023877?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7537590957830023877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7537590957830023877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7537590957830023877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7537590957830023877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/01/shes-my-darling-and-im-her-honeyyy.html' title='She&apos;s my Darling and I&apos;m her honeyyy.    :-*  ♥♥♥♥♥'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S1EqBaV5PNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/m7EVXXuSYvY/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2442933386331950984</id><published>2010-01-11T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:36:49.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GETTING OLDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This post which is entitle &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm getting older&lt;/span&gt; does'nt mean I'm celebrating my birthday. Well not at all. As time is passing by, I started to realize I'm getting older and yeahhh there's no turning back! So I'm gonna use all the the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;precious time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had wisely. And yeah also since I'm getting older, I have to act in a more a mature wayy of a teenager. :P rightt? and I want all theseee good memoriesss to be kept in my mind heart and soul forever and always. And well I'm not going to forget all those bad memories but bare them in my mind and make sure it wont happen again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rmQlCMKVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_pTRvNFLZiQ/s1600-h/2cd06231f15fe87e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425401873614776658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rmQlCMKVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_pTRvNFLZiQ/s400/2cd06231f15fe87e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't get it why some people when they want to be with someone, they are so into that person, thinking of that person days and nights. 24 and 7. but once they get the chance to be with that person they &lt;strong&gt;dont really&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; that person as much as they did in the first place. And as time goes by, they left that person. :(( Easy. I'm not referring to anyone because it could be anyone even mehh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm thinking of this one. so this is my current mood :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ada seorang lelaki yg &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; dulu die nak &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;PS1 &lt;/span&gt;lepastu die dapat. Die pun excited. first2 main die ckp &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bestt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lah. tapi dah lame lame &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. sekarang tak sentuh pun &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;PS1&lt;/span&gt; tu. Saya terfikir macam tu ke perumpamaan perasaan lelaki kat perempuan. pelik pelik. =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rkd9uqJbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/pLOJf9Ym88Q/s1600-h/tumblr_kvge6q5Non1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425399904558785970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rkd9uqJbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/pLOJf9Ym88Q/s400/tumblr_kvge6q5Non1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm cravinggg for this &lt;strong&gt;cup of coffee&lt;/strong&gt; and this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;choc rice sprinkled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; daugnutt ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rkZrka0II/AAAAAAAAAjM/SuLERaNyyRo/s1600-h/tumblr_kuw78oNMeZ1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425399830964523138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rkZrka0II/AAAAAAAAAjM/SuLERaNyyRo/s400/tumblr_kuw78oNMeZ1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also this hazelnut + chocolate chips coookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TOODLES.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5402332554736269390-2442933386331950984?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2442933386331950984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2442933386331950984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2442933386331950984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2442933386331950984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-getting-older.html' title='I&apos;M GETTING OLDER'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/S0rmQlCMKVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_pTRvNFLZiQ/s72-c/2cd06231f15fe87e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-674923578998937967</id><published>2010-01-09T15:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:13:10.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO I HAVE TO STUDY SO HARD IN FOR 4 WHEREAS FORM 4 IS NOT AN EXAM YEAR?</title><content type='html'>HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am A Form 4 student. :D I'm going to 16. And yeah I'm still here studying in my beloved school SMK WM2. haha. and I am grateful I am studying in the stream I have always wanted. :D though people said being a student in a pure science stream is quite hard. I'm still here studying in science stream. I'm taking this as one of the life challenges. well Come on life is a journey, right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why do I have to study so hard in Form 4 whereas Form 4 is not an exam year?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next year I'm going to face SPM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; the exam so called Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia. and as you know the SPM is the future of me. If I fail in my SPM what will I do in future. If I pass my SPM with flying colours means my future is bright so this means SPM holds the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Form 4 is the basic of Form 5&lt;/span&gt; so if I cant understand the basic, how am I going to understand continue the rest. So yeah, better for to concentrate on Form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I am a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pure Science&lt;/span&gt; Student, I really have to study hard because the subjects are difficult. Struggle much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That was 3 main reasons why I have to study so hard in Form 4. I hope I can face this challenging form 4. But you know sometimes things are not as easy as you think darling. :D And as teen, I have to divide my time carefully between my study time and having fun time. And never let love be the rease you fail in exam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You are no longer my sunshine. I never though you are this meann my dear. Are you telling me for all this while it was just a lie and having fun? I get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-674923578998937967?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/674923578998937967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=674923578998937967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/674923578998937967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/674923578998937967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-do-i-have-to-study-so-hard-in-for-4.html' title='WHY DO I HAVE TO STUDY SO HARD IN FOR 4 WHEREAS FORM 4 IS NOT AN EXAM YEAR?'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1226318665934449397</id><published>2009-12-30T12:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:30:33.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE TIPS FOR A SUCCESSFUL NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION IN 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SzrQ7J98HeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/62txkVyxECM/s1600-h/tumblr_kvepwwicne1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420874816200383970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SzrQ7J98HeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/62txkVyxECM/s400/tumblr_kvepwwicne1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day more then we will be in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyone is hoping for a better life next year. I found this article from nowhere website but it is quite interesting and I think it is helping me to face my next challenging 2010. But I don't do the copy past thing. I would rather to type all over again so that I can keep it in my mind too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Share your resolution with friends and family&lt;/span&gt; that can provide a support group. If you don't have access to a positive support system reach out to a life coach or counselor to work with you toward your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Write down your resolution and make it a visible reminder&lt;/span&gt;. The steps you will take to keep it. Have a simple plan. Talk to your support group about your resolution and your plan of action- it is vital for your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep it simple with achieavable milestones&lt;/span&gt;. Separate big goals into a series of smaller achievable milestones. Once you achieve a set milestone, celebrate with your friend and family support group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After celebrating your milestone with your support group or therapist, it is important to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reward yourself&lt;/span&gt; so that you can achieve your ultimate goal. For example, if you are working on how to decrease your weight, when you have loss 5 pounds buy a new piece of clothing to highlight your achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make small changes. &lt;/span&gt;You have all year to achieve your milestones and goals. Remember you have 365 days available to celebrate your achievements all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TOODLES. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1226318665934449397?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1226318665934449397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1226318665934449397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1226318665934449397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1226318665934449397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-tips-for-succesful-new-years.html' title='FIVE TIPS FOR A SUCCESSFUL NEW YEAR&apos;S RESOLUTION IN 2010.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SzrQ7J98HeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/62txkVyxECM/s72-c/tumblr_kvepwwicne1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4725740546930499962</id><published>2009-12-29T19:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:26:20.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY WITH SHARIFAH ALAWIAH AND EZA SYAZANA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a very great time with two people&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; MY GG PARTNER&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; MASHIMARO CHAK CHAK&lt;/span&gt;. It was awesome. We went to Kuantan on the day PMR results was announced. I'm so upset with my result so I decided to follow Loya Eza so that maybe I can have some fun. but yeahh I had a lot of fun with them :P The night before we had a sleepover at Loya's. And her mom said she wanted to take us for holiday. I was like why not I'm free? Its better than stiff home with this computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah yeah the next day I packed while crying. sob sob. haha. :P but before that suddenly Eza gedik nak pergi Pavi so yeah Loya and I went there. with a broken heart. haha. Haha. Its fun to sleep with your girlfweeeenss, haha :P How many days we slept together? 5 days 4 nights. Fuyooooh, haha. I sleep quite late than them because I texted with with haha. Eza she slept early but when her &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chak Chak&lt;/span&gt; texted her haha. terus bangun. Happy Semacam. Eza and I went outside the hotel room borak2 because we dont want to disturb others. Eza aku lompat lompat mcm gedik ah. :D Ko a eza. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day went to Mall. Round2. Karokae-ing. Main kat Arcade. Rempit2 and all. haha. :D I had lots of fun Seriously. :D. So that evening was the best part. Pegi mandi laut. Mcm bodoh a korang jerit2 kat tgh laut. Tau lah kte je kat situ. haha. excluding me. haha. And we did that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jennifer's Body&lt;/span&gt;. haha. I forgot everything when I was there because all I was thinking was &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;having fun&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; running around like a maniac&lt;/span&gt;. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sznu_xdWkcI/AAAAAAAAAis/1uUvzwhcYBM/s1600-h/Image0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420626405892723138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sznu_xdWkcI/AAAAAAAAAis/1uUvzwhcYBM/s400/Image0781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loya&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; comel&lt;/span&gt;. Eza &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ayu &lt;/span&gt; haha.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SznuwguSH-I/AAAAAAAAAik/7mHK46BU-dE/s1600-h/Image0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420626143702294498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SznuwguSH-I/AAAAAAAAAik/7mHK46BU-dE/s400/Image0800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Awww. I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lee loya wook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sznuoirwm5I/AAAAAAAAAic/4QKLGRAs3ow/s1600-h/sarah+loya+eza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420626006789626770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sznuoirwm5I/AAAAAAAAAic/4QKLGRAs3ow/s400/sarah+loya+eza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeniffer's body. Who killed me Loya? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks girls for the good times we had. You guys made me forgot about not getting 9 A's. When I got home I am abnormal again. Why cant we spend a year like that? :D You guys seriously wacko gile. haha. I feel like I'm 14 while dgn korg! haha. Lepas ni kte have fun mcm ni lagi tau tau? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sharifah Alawiah&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Eza Syazana&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOODLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4725740546930499962?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4725740546930499962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4725740546930499962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4725740546930499962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4725740546930499962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-with-sharifah-alawiah-and-eza.html' title='HOLIDAY WITH SHARIFAH ALAWIAH AND EZA SYAZANA.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sznu_xdWkcI/AAAAAAAAAis/1uUvzwhcYBM/s72-c/Image0781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7797749781493812709</id><published>2009-12-26T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:12:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT I AM NOT A 9 A'S STUDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now yeah, i'm accepting the fact that I did'nt get all A's in my PMR. When you did'nt get all A's you really hate it when people ask you 'How many A's did you get'. annoyed much. :/ I got 8 A's and a B. the B is arab. It is very frustrating when you did'nt reach your target. And yeahh I'm so upset and frustrated but this is all I can get. Maybe because I did'nt really work hard for Arab. I want to go to boarding school and so on but since I'm not a sttaigt A's student, it's quite hard. :/ and congrats to everyonee. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5402332554736269390-7797749781493812709?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7797749781493812709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7797749781493812709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7797749781493812709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7797749781493812709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-accepting-fact-that-i-am-not-9-as.html' title='I&apos;M ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT I AM NOT A 9 A&apos;S STUDENT'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8863806168953642957</id><published>2009-12-23T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:56:59.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR RESULTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to all form 3 students because as you know Pmr RESULTS will be annouced tomorrow, and I know all of us are now scared waiting for the results. and me too. And I believe I did my best for PMR exams and I work as hard as I can so whatever my results going to be I will be grateful. I'm just scared if I wont get what I'm hoping for. :) sarah sarah, chill. no matter what the results still going to be annouced tomorrow. sarah sarah, good luck. u did ur best and now chill. and yeahhhh i keep telling myself to be chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418335848629949842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SzHLvytaVZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rCj67sP5C3I/s400/tumblr_kuuyj57XDa1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and this words are telling everything is going to be amazing. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can somebody replace me for a while.? because I'm so scared to face tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-8863806168953642957?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8863806168953642957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8863806168953642957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8863806168953642957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8863806168953642957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/pmr-results.html' title='PMR RESULTS'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SzHLvytaVZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/rCj67sP5C3I/s72-c/tumblr_kuuyj57XDa1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1049392460253746370</id><published>2009-12-17T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:44:23.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 2010 RESOLUTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HUMAN BEING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; according to the Hijrah. and Anyways&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also is just around the Corner. Few more days. 2009 is going to leave me and you and everyone in the world. Because a new year is going to start I feel like writing about my new good resolutions. And all I'm hoping for next year is a better life and a better me. And I will always remember this memorable 2009. Lots of good memories happened and I will never let them fade away like that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a better person than before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to makesure I pray five times a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to read Quran more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a better daughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to listen more to my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to listen more to my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to try to avoid arguements with my parents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a daughter which my parents is proud of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to respect them more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a nicer sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a good friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a better listener of a friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to talk behind&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; shasha's &lt;/span&gt;back anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a good member of my biggie family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a more&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; hard-working&lt;/span&gt; student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to concenrate more on my studies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to complete all the homeworks given.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to study in a boarding school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to respect my teachers more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to concentrate more in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to think more seriously about my future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to sit at the front in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; sleep &lt;/span&gt;anymore in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to eat snacks during classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to bring a lot of sweets in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eat more healthy food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to do more outdoors activities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to try to play&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sports&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; *haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to start cycling back like I used to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a better someone to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to be that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;paranoid &lt;/span&gt;anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a faithful one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn to say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I love you'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; more because it feels so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to see all the good things in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to think positively all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to &lt;strong&gt;believe &lt;/strong&gt;to a promise that can only be broken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to feel the freedom even if it is a lie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to let my heart defy my logic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to start thinking everyday is an important day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to stop apologising for things I did'nt do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to hold on to something good and don't let go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to become the person&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to remember all my loved one's birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to appreciate people around me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to love myself more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt; my relationship because of stupid reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyodnvtEOZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6-nSIgw7IVs/s1600-h/20081206224336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416174070524033426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyodnvtEOZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6-nSIgw7IVs/s400/20081206224336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;49. I want to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;happier &lt;/span&gt;person.&lt;br /&gt;50. Finalllly, I want 2010 to be a better year ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done here and and and I'm hoping badly for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; 9 a's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. please pray fr me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. :D&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/5402332554736269390-1049392460253746370?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1049392460253746370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1049392460253746370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1049392460253746370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1049392460253746370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2010-resolution.html' title='MY 2010 RESOLUTION'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyodnvtEOZI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6-nSIgw7IVs/s72-c/20081206224336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4203135815755916645</id><published>2009-12-16T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:07:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BABIES POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HEY HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyjWqIwy6wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n3xH_dyDRS0/s1600-h/tumblr_kuqrzryYgG1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415814571308018434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyjWqIwy6wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n3xH_dyDRS0/s400/tumblr_kuqrzryYgG1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was a baby once upon a time. and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was super cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. well babies are cute. I have never seen an uncute baby. Have you seen a baby which is not cute? well you will never see an uncute baby because babies are born to be cute. I dont really know what to post at the first place, but this baby told me to write about him. I dont know whether the baby is a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; or a&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; boy&lt;/span&gt;. Babies seems to be unisex. pffft. haha. Babies are innocent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I dont get it why people are still mean to babies. read papers and you can find. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BAYI DIJUMPAI DALAM TONG SAMPAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and whatsoever. maybe the baby's mom does'nt want the baby so put him somewhere good not by throwing him anywhere. Eventhough, they are babies, they have feelings&lt;em&gt; (i think)&lt;/em&gt; and they also have the right to have a happppy life in future. Babies are innocent. Its the baby's unmarried parents fault, right? heh. Whats wrong with people nowadays. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HOW CAN YOU NOT ADORE BABIES:&lt;u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is why I adore babies :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-They are super &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;. I want them to be in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-They make &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;cute faces&lt;/span&gt; where you can't resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-They are &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;innocent &lt;/span&gt;because they know nothing about life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-They hungred for their mother's touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-They learn to&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; smile&lt;/span&gt; and their smile are'nt fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-They try to interact with us though sometimes it does'nt works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOODLES. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5402332554736269390-4203135815755916645?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4203135815755916645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4203135815755916645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4203135815755916645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4203135815755916645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/babies-post.html' title='THE BABIES POST'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyjWqIwy6wI/AAAAAAAAAhs/n3xH_dyDRS0/s72-c/tumblr_kuqrzryYgG1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-9013677934369006621</id><published>2009-12-15T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:48:10.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SUPER HEROES</title><content type='html'>Heyyy HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyeNQ1BM2wI/AAAAAAAAAhM/h1LVx0uk5Ys/s1600-h/tumblr_kup19iTZ4p1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415452397185850114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyeNQ1BM2wI/AAAAAAAAAhM/h1LVx0uk5Ys/s400/tumblr_kup19iTZ4p1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When i was a small &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt;little girl, i used to believe one day my &lt;em&gt;so-super-hero&lt;/em&gt; will come and save me whenever i'm in trouble. Like when i did'nt finish my homework, my super hero will do it for me. Well&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;superman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; a super hero for me and and i don't really like him because he wears his underwear outside. haha. so so so. guess &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who are my super heroes&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; My superheroes are the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;POWERR PUFF GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;. i love them. i have two sisters. i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blossom&lt;/span&gt; and my smalllest sister is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bubble&lt;/span&gt; and the other one is&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Buttercup&lt;/span&gt;. I like Blossom because she is red with long her. because my hair used to be longgg. and I always force my sisters to play power puff girls with me. They'll be the monster and i'm the saver. and once again &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Power Puff Girls save the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I will always remember that one. and also the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MO-JO-JO-JO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; haha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now, its different. there's no more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Power Puff Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and I'm no longer &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Blossom&lt;/span&gt; and my sisters are not &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Buttercup &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bubble&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I realized my real super heroes&lt;strong&gt; are'nt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Power Puff Girls, or Superman or even Totally Spies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My real forever superheroes are my &lt;em&gt;parents&lt;/em&gt;. It's not like my besties or my boyfrend are'nt my superheroes. It' just like i know they wont stay here with me forever. Bestfriends might go and so as boyfrend. but i know my parents won't go. Frankly, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; go. But now i got tonnes of superheroes, my &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;familia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bestiesss &lt;/span&gt;(including &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;syed esa's daughta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and and&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;farhan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find the right person to be your super hero.Only the right person can save you when you are in trouble. And remember your real forever super heroes are your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so so so who's your super&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s: thanks to shefa loya for that ole ole. i love yahhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;toodles. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-9013677934369006621?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/9013677934369006621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=9013677934369006621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9013677934369006621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/9013677934369006621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-super-heroes.html' title='MY SUPER HEROES'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyeNQ1BM2wI/AAAAAAAAAhM/h1LVx0uk5Ys/s72-c/tumblr_kup19iTZ4p1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2304949883557491033</id><published>2009-12-14T19:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:37:26.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAYS TO BE IMPROVE YOUR ENGLISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HEY HEY. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415051751749366418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyYg4MdgspI/AAAAAAAAAg0/krV80xkQvs0/s400/11a6f77669d2c998.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The title of this post shows as if i'm an english teacher. Telling everyone to learn english. haha. i'm not. i don't know why i came up with this topic. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we have to learn english.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; because&lt;/span&gt; english is one of the international language nowdays. But here in my place, people don't really speak english because they don't have the confidence to. But we have to, because living in the world like today, we have to speak english because everything is in english. Writing and speaking in english is not the same thing. Some people can write but can't speak because like i said they don't have the confidence. Why are they not confidence enough to speak in english. Because they think their english isn't that good. So here are ways to improve in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ways to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;IMPROVE&lt;/span&gt; your English:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Firstly, we have to start by &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;learning the grammar&lt;/span&gt;. All &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;the is are was were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing. Because grammar is the basic. Easyy. Learn with your english teacher in school. Dont tell me there's no english teacherrr. and buy grammar books and do some practices. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Read more english books&lt;/span&gt; like english story books. they help a lot. You'll learn new vocabulary. Read story books that benefit you but at the same time you are enjoying it. fr example, harry potter series. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Be friends with people who are good in english.&lt;/span&gt; Because when we spend times with those who are good in english at the same time we are learning english without realizing it. When the person we talk to is speaking in English, we will respond in english too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't be shy to speak.&lt;/span&gt; Because to be good in english, we also have to practice to speak in English. Some people they scared if they speak broken english but why not just give a try, right? When you practice to speak english, sooner you can be good in english. because you know that Practice makes perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am grateful because I can speak english. I'm not showing off or what. Well i'm not that good in english too and I'm still working on how to improve my english. The person I should thanked the most is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;mommmey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She taught me&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Peter and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and also she read that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peter and Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; book for me. She taught me how to pronounce the words correctly. and also my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he taught us to speak english and he speaks english also. and in the car, we listen to &lt;em&gt;lite and easy&lt;/em&gt;. the english radio station. My dad listen to english song and so we listen to that kind of song too until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to my parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-2304949883557491033?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2304949883557491033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2304949883557491033' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2304949883557491033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2304949883557491033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/ways-to-be-improve-your-english.html' title='WAYS TO BE IMPROVE YOUR ENGLISH'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyYg4MdgspI/AAAAAAAAAg0/krV80xkQvs0/s72-c/11a6f77669d2c998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5476451182284439854</id><published>2009-12-13T14:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:53:16.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I THINK I'LL START TELLING MYSELF THIS EVERYDAY WHEN I WAKE UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Hello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I found something which is good for me to start my day. And i think it is good because it is real good. for me and for everyone. Everyone should start telling themselves&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; 'this'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everyday. We have to practice good things and make them as a habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is it. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SySJMlhmiBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/muM5HY_Khfs/s1600-h/tumblr_krrqu4NXgK1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414603501330663442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SySJMlhmiBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/muM5HY_Khfs/s400/tumblr_krrqu4NXgK1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starting from today, I think I'll start telling&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; 'this'&lt;/span&gt; to myself everyday when i wake up in the morning. What is&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; 'this'&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'This' &lt;/span&gt;is a quote/inspiring words which is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;something good is going to happen today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Because something good always happen everyday in your life whether you realize it or not. You still alive is a good thing right? so starting from now on, i'll tell myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;something good is going to happen today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eventhough during the day everything seems so wrong i believe the good thing is on its way. Sometimes when i wake up in the morning i feel hopeless because what happened on the day before. i read this article &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;we should'nt drag yesterday bad things into today good things&lt;/span&gt;. do you get what does that mean? And also sometimes you just hate that day, and feel lazy to start that day. especially on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i used to hate monday but no longer now. i love monday. but now whatever you feel in the morning when you wake up tell yourself &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;'something good is going to happen today'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and good things happened everyday but sometimes we did'nt realize them because we keep thinking the bad things that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dear &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sharifah alawiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is coming home today after a week holiday. yay! she's coming home. i miss her. haha. haha. When she's not here i'm kinda alone. no one to talk with. the most important is no one to gossip with. haha. she's my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gg partner&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is getting hotter each day and i hate it a lot. i know its &lt;strong&gt;global warming&lt;/strong&gt; but why is it duper hot here? sometimes, it even reaches 40 degreee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&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/5402332554736269390-5476451182284439854?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5476451182284439854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5476451182284439854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5476451182284439854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5476451182284439854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-ill-start-telling-myself-this.html' title='I THINK I&apos;LL START TELLING MYSELF THIS EVERYDAY WHEN I WAKE UP'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SySJMlhmiBI/AAAAAAAAAgs/muM5HY_Khfs/s72-c/tumblr_krrqu4NXgK1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-3336358964489766505</id><published>2009-12-12T15:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:25:34.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414260800267654882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyNRgwlGluI/AAAAAAAAAdE/H1-2TSYg41U/s400/tumblr_kshmfbAFby1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; everyone has a mother. and so as me. my mom is a great woman. she cares a lot about me. she is the one to makesure i'll be someone in future. i'm never a good daughter. there are a lot of stuff where my mom and i are not agree with. my mom always wanted me to have the best in everyhting whether school, food, friends. everything. she wants me to get the best. but sometimes i cant get the best because i'm not the best. i'm just sarah. i'm never a daughter my mom always hope i am. i do stuff and follow my&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt; so-immature-way-of-thinking&lt;/span&gt;. and that's the main reason why there's always arguement between me and my mom. and when i'm not like the daughter she wants me to be. she pissed off of course and see, i think i broke her heart. i still remember when i was 12 and had the upsr thing. she is the one to look after my studies, buy books and teach me of course. but me i took it for granted, mom wanted me to get all A'S so that i can go to boarding schoool and get all the genius freaks friends. but i got 4 a's only. so i wont be able to go to the kind of genius freaks schoool. but my mom she still wants me to go to good school. so finally, i went to SBU. sbu is a good school with smart students. but my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;so-immature way-of-thinking&lt;/span&gt; drove me crazily. there are a lot of things i do that break my mom's heart.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; i'm sorrry mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. as i grow up, and become more mature i started to realize all the things i have never realize before. and when i'm 15 my one and only resolution is to be better than i was. and i work hard to make sure i can get good grades so that i can make my mom happy again. and and my results are okay. and i hope my mom to be happy. and yeah now i'm waiting for pmr results. if i dont score all a's, once again i broke my mom's heart. and from the first i knew i wasn't a good daughter. i'm sorrrrry. i'm just a 15 year old girl. teenager. who sometimes do the wrong things. i do change. but my mom can't see. or maybe she won't see it anymore coz i broke her heart's so many times. and i want to thank my mom fr every single thing she did to me. everything. and i love her. because i'm nothing without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-3336358964489766505?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3336358964489766505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=3336358964489766505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3336358964489766505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3336358964489766505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/mother.html' title='MOTHER'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyNRgwlGluI/AAAAAAAAAdE/H1-2TSYg41U/s72-c/tumblr_kshmfbAFby1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8693986668996445863</id><published>2009-12-11T16:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:32:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY LIFE TIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is as we make it. so, lets make it right. it's the only way we will enjoy it. pick up some useful tips and let they become your habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY LIFE TIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-. in the morning when you wake up complete the following statement. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"My purpose is to _______________ today".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sit in silence for 10 mins each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every day take a half hour walk and while walking smile and think all the good things life has offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every day try to make at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3 people smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spend more time with people under the age of 6 and above 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Live with the 3 E's. : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Energy Ethusiasm Empathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 F's: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Faith Family Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dream more while you awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Realize that life is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and you are here to learn and pass all your tests. Problems are the simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade way life algebra class, but a lesson that you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Smile and laugh more. It will keep the energy vampires away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life isn't fair but it still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life is to short to waste time hating anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You don't have to win every arguements. Agree all disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dont take yourself so serious. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Make peace with your past so it won't mess up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What other people think of you is none of your bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-However good or bad situation is, it will change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Time will heal everything so give time time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful and joyful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Do the right thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Call your loved one often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Remember you are too blessed to be stressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Each night before you sleep, complete the following statement: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"I am grateful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;because _____________"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my life isn't that happy but no matter what i have to make it happy because i'm in charge to make my life happy. no one else in charge except me. though life seems so hard. try to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;and keep saying to yourself i love my life eventhough u dont sometimes. well, i always search for good life tips but this one is reallly good. all those good tips are not from me. i adapted them from somewhere else. haha. but i would like to share it. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyIAxOTuz3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/iOiR7Pm8Q-0/s1600-h/tumblr_kue9dyLveX1qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413890547707203442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyIAxOTuz3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/iOiR7Pm8Q-0/s400/tumblr_kue9dyLveX1qzdr4go1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooooodles. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-8693986668996445863?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8693986668996445863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8693986668996445863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8693986668996445863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8693986668996445863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/goos-life-tips.html' title='HAPPY LIFE TIPS'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SyIAxOTuz3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/iOiR7Pm8Q-0/s72-c/tumblr_kue9dyLveX1qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1183162107033387429</id><published>2009-12-08T22:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:16:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OTAK LEMBU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again. well of course. i spent some&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;QUALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times with my dear gemok &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DIRA&lt;/span&gt;. well to be exact &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nik Nadhirah Farhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. mannn, i&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;misss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;her. the last time we met was few days before i went to the ACLP thing. and she changed in size, she's gettin&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; eheh. no she's not. well no matter how fat she is she's still beautiful because she is originallly prettty. even without make ups. :P and we met at my ustazah's place. makan2 over there. i did'nt expect she's going to be there. :) well of course talk a lot about everything. and all the latest gossip. i miss u bestfrend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my ustazah is really gooooood at coooking. and there was this one dish. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;otak lembu&lt;/span&gt;. can u believe it? otak lembu masak ape tah. but the kuah was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. and i was like why not give a try for that otak lembu. haha. it is very small. and lembik semcam. first like. shd i try or not. haha. people dun cook this otak lembu right? so so so so finally i tried that otak lembu. eating that otak lembu reminds me of a tv programme. do u know &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fooood bazar&lt;/span&gt;? haha. i love to watch that. the programmme is about eating freakkky fooods. :D hahaha. 5 stars! go eat otak lembu. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I read a fact in a magazine. the size of a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; cow's brain&lt;/span&gt; is the same as his &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;eye ball&lt;/span&gt;.. freakingg small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i missss my girlfrendsssssssss.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYNA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LIZA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;toooooodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1183162107033387429?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1183162107033387429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1183162107033387429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1183162107033387429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1183162107033387429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/otak-lembu.html' title='OTAK LEMBU'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7118871775307642571</id><published>2009-12-07T20:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:50:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was awesome meeting back with two my goooooooooood friends. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mea &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zeika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. after a year mannn. :) mea, the cbn-er got bunch of stories to tell me. well when we talk its like unstoppable and so as zeika. we do stupid stuffffs. :) which is awesome but can be considered as naughty. no not naughtyyyy. hahaha. :) so yeah i'm not that bored anymore. but the most is i dont have to be all day long with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the girl who crushes my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since last year. i dont mind if she wants to like crush love or whatever but just dont over doing it. annoyed me a lot girl. and she was like so into my brother. huh. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;sarah boleh tak print kan gambar adik awak?&lt;/span&gt; like huh? go and do it by yourself and keep it secretly. u should'nt let me know. and she said.&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; kita dah ada tiga gambar adik awak, kita nak awak print yang default ehh? &lt;/span&gt;huh. ewww. and urggghh. there was one day where my brother has to sit at the front and god she was freaking excited. one thing i dont get it, why is she crushing my brother? let me describe my brother in a word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. he's not hot at all where he got pimples and acnes all over his face. and his voice is like a singing crow. or maybe raven. and ewww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;was-pmr-candicates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spreaded rumors telling pmr result will be announce on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of nov. hey no! its on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! but seriously i feeeeeeel sick thinking the incoming result. though i've tried my best but yeah of course i'm scared fr not getting all A's. :/ some people said pmr result is like nothing. but spm is the future. but pmr result can be said as a ticket for the lower secondary people to go to boarding school. kinda a better place to study. i'm not telling u my current school is not good. its just i want to go to a new place and live in a new environment and experiencing a better wayyy of study. when we go to boarding schoool, we'll meeet people who are better than us, forsure, and of course we'll try to be better than that. like my teacher used to say, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;persaingan sihat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. something like that. because for me, form 4 is not known as a honeymooon year where u dun really want to concentrate on ur studies. form 4 is the basic. if i cant get used to all the form 4 thing how am i going to face my form 5. and form 5 there come &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;spm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the future. so during form 4 gotta do my best so that i can get what i want. but i scared for not gettting it. huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doakan lah for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; pmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; saya. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and and sadly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;loya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is going tomorrrrrow. good bye and take care. :) come back safely. :) and bg aku hadiah plg penting! hahahahaha. kidding. :D may u have fun over therrrre. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awak ni kann, saya gerammm betul. saya &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;awak onn saya &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awak off. haisyhh =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; wannabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wannabe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a person who is trying to be somebody else because they think theirselves are not good and they&lt;strong&gt; fake&lt;/strong&gt; everything about them so that people think they &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when they discovered new current cool words like &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'brb' &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; 'pfthhh'&lt;/span&gt; or anything, they keep using it over and over again so that people know the are quite coool because the know that kind of word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when they knew about hot artists or like the latest one they act like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'i love him' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;actully,they like that artist because everyone likes him. whereas they dont reallly know. i can seeee the wannabes of &lt;strong&gt;justin bieber's fan. i&lt;/strong&gt; hate justin bieber! i dont get why people are into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-some wannabe in&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;malaysia they dont know&lt;/span&gt; how to speak english but they act like they are so good in english. frankly, they speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;broken english&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fr example&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'u makes me hate u'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DONT BE A&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; WANNABE.&lt;/span&gt; BETTER BE YOURSELF BECAUSE PEOPLE WILL LOOK THE &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;INNER PART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OF YOU. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7118871775307642571?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7118871775307642571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7118871775307642571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7118871775307642571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7118871775307642571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogggggggg-it-was-awesome-meeting-back.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7809015991043220862</id><published>2009-12-02T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:45:05.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SxZgClGYdzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iMZi3ZeloJ4/s1600-h/8937ef19228eeaae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410617599767115570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SxZgClGYdzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iMZi3ZeloJ4/s400/8937ef19228eeaae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its my second day here. trust me, I just realized that this programme gave me a peace deep deep in mind and heart. The peace where i've been looking lately.I'm feeling more down each day. So yeah, someone should serenade &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DOWN&lt;/span&gt; song by Jay sean to me. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby are you down down down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but this time change it to&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sarah are you down down down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. yeaaaaaa, i'm down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do u know what it's like the down feeeling? It's the feeling where u feel u just don't belong somewhere u belong to. And keep telling to urself i don't belong here and worst i'm not meant to be here. and u'll also feel hopeless and life seems to be so meaningless thought u got billion of frends and trillion of boyfrienddsss. :P Everything seem so wrong and u know what. this is when u'll be looking for peace. and to find peace u have to turn to ur one and only creator. . dun get me wrong i'm not being poyo2 bajet alim typo. but yeah this is what i've been told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun really get why am i feeling this way. this is freak. Its just really hard for me to explain what is playing over and over again in my head. and at this time i really need someone for me to talk to cry on and the most important to tell me gooooood words. but yeah sadly, i still never meet the someone. well a few. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loya nina liza dira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but u know the person i thought could be the other someone will never be that someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or is it me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;making a mountain in a mole hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? nah nah. i'm pretty sure i'm not. but everything is gettin worst. but yeah what i'm facing these days are not as bad as those days in 2008. 2008 has gone. it was a nightmare. :/ and i tried to change for a better one. and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i made it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :D yet still there peeeps said she's still the same. i know myself better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That that that song. i like it.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; hopelessly devoted to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. my fav part is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;but now there's nowhere to hide since u pushed my love aside i'm out of my way hopelessly devoted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; soon i'll be listening that song day and night. wile mending a broken heart. think so. everything is gettin less and less. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; 3 w.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata :(&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/5402332554736269390-7809015991043220862?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7809015991043220862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7809015991043220862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7809015991043220862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7809015991043220862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-my-second-day-here.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SxZgClGYdzI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iMZi3ZeloJ4/s72-c/8937ef19228eeaae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1419769931148665286</id><published>2009-12-01T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:16:43.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heyy hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i'm here. hehe. yeah currently i'm allowed to use back all this internet thing. well seriously to be honest i miss&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; my dear blackie blogg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; awww :( and yeah so this is my first day. first day experiencing something gooooood for the inner part of me. and yeah kita perlu buat ape yang kita tak suka supaya kita dapat menjadi lebih baik? kan kan? hehe. terror aku cakap bm. haha. well seriouslyy mann i'm kinda freak out when i think about the incoming pmr resultsssss. weyy but u know bahasa melayu aku takut. u knoww i'm not that goood. tu lah. sape suroh read less bahasa melayu buku? ni lah budak2 zaman sekarang. utamakan &lt;strong&gt;englishh&lt;/strong&gt; ape nak jadi? fer example my cutest classmate, peah. she speakssss english. mak aii slangg minah salleh. haha. weyy peah utamakan bm la. heh. well i'm doing the same. :/ mengarott. like i'm doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its holidayyy. eh sarah the whole malaysia tau sayang oii? haha. okayyy. so hows ur holiday so far peeeps? i'm suffering. pfth. i'm not suppose to say that. ni kire okayy i can syrf the internet. heh. i know i'm such an ungrateful one. orang miskin buat ape cuti nie? think think. :/ loya loya aku rindu ko aa kurus! sweiouslyy mann. lepas ni harapan la enn ko nak jumpe aku? ye lah aku bz. ko nak balik indon. eh no. hoilday kat indon. hehe. :D nant kte swin same2 lagi. hahaha. ketat2. bodohhh. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;lets have some fun thiss. errrr. boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bella luna. hey hey. just now there was a girl. she was listening to her phone. a malay song. but i dun know that song. that song seems so nice but yeah sadly i dunno the tittlllle. then, i asked her whats the title, and she said khatimah cinta. i think so. what is actly khatimah cinta? kalimah kott. whatevr it is. she told me it was khatimah cinta. aku bodoh and seriously out dated for not knowing malay songs. pathetic. :/ heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gedikkkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; aku rindu ko. sape yg gedik die aa. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah muah hahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1419769931148665286?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1419769931148665286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1419769931148665286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1419769931148665286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1419769931148665286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/12/heyy-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5808145690813225470</id><published>2009-11-30T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:40:39.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hey hey hello human&lt;/span&gt;. and here i am trying to face all these dark days passing by. yeah these are all the consequences i gotta face no matter what. and yeah my feet gottta be really stronggg to make sure i'm fine standing on this bigggie world. do u know that song&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm a big big girl in a big big world is not a big big thing if u leave me.&lt;/span&gt; that song kinda inspired me but the song inspired me the most is i will survive. goshhhh, the person who composed that song was a geniusss. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we cant really hope fr someone else to be our shoulder to cry on becus not everyone is a good shoulder. like me i used to have a happy life but yeah now i'm not at the top so obviously i need a shoulder to cry on? but how would u feel if someone u always thought the greatest shoulder after all was'nt the greatest one? and yeah thats how i felt. but yeah he does'nt has to be the greatest shoulder for me to love him becus no matter what i'll love u  mannnnnn. :P at leasttt aku ade loyaaa. wahaha. kene be grateful. at least loya slalu angkat hp kalau aku nangissss. :( hahahaha. but yeah i'm showing my appreciation to all my friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;nina liza dira sha.&lt;/span&gt; for all your supportsssss. :P and kepada &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tupai&lt;/span&gt; jugak. hahaha :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stole this tag from loya's blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.Do you need him/her to be good looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a must. pointed nose pretty teeth. :P hidungggg. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Smart ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 years older. kalau same age pun okayyy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Preferred height ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-170 cm plusssss. but yeah gotta be taller than me. even kalau aku pakai heels. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. How about sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-perlu perlu. aku tak suke laki yg that serius . pandai buat lawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. How about piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tak nakkkkkkk! memang aku bunuh die. pierce2 nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Accepts you for who you are ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes. if he cant accept my worst then he does'nt deserve my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Mushy or no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-kurus kurus. muscular and fat are no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-white or brown. sedap mata memandang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Long hair or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-short hair. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Plastic or metal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the combination of plastic and metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14.Smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yesssssssss. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Smoker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jgn ckp smoker.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; shisha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pun aku tak nak. haha. :p but shisha acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tak nakkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Musically inclined?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yess. coz i love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Plays piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- okayyy. but i prefer guitarist. mcm&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; jason mrazzzz &lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes like my current husband &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;jason mrazzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hmmm. dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Sings very good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i like it but not a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23. Vain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes yes mcm&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;farhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24. With glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yes yes. eh no. joke joke.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; nina&lt;/span&gt; loves guys with glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25. With braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-braces? 24 and 25 ques ni mcm refers to someone. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26. Shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ??? depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;27. Rebel or good boy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- accepting him for who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Active or passive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;29. Tight or bomb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30. Singer or dancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- singer. tak nak dancer. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;31. Stunner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh tak sukaa. menyampahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;32. Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hahahah. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;33. Earrings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- haram. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Dimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-suke suke. mcm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;farhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;36. Bookworm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;37. Mr/Ms. love letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-message je lah. ape barang letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;38. Playful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hahahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;39. Flirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tak nakkkkkkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;40. Poem writer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;41. Serious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not too serious,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;42. Campus crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hahahaha. :P yeah experiencing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;43. Painter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;44. Religious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- perlu perlu untuk membimbing diri aku. whaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;45. Someone who likes to tease people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hmmm. dosa. tp hahaha. same like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- okay. i would love to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;47. Speaks 20 languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tak payah. 2 language cukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;48. Loyal or faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bothhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;49. good kisser ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-haha. what kind of ques is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50. loves children ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a must. nant kalau kawenn mcm mane ha? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksss fr the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ACLP peoplee. :) misss u people lots and lots. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-5808145690813225470?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5808145690813225470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5808145690813225470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5808145690813225470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5808145690813225470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-hey-hello-human.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-3907452939459597170</id><published>2009-11-10T07:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:16:06.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goooooddd Morninggg&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; heyy its 7.20 in the morningg and i am here updating my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blogg. :) haha. yeaaa i made it! i woke up 6.30. shower then bla bla. and finally i'm here. nooe mannn i'm going tomorrow. well to make it official, i'm going tonight. because yeaa tonight i got stuff to buy then my dad decided to send me to my aunt's place. okeh la kat rumah nenek aku because yeah my nenek live with my aunt. so yeahhh boleh jumpe nenek aku. haha :P and the greatest thing is i can sleep at my grandma's bed mannn like i used to do :P so bye humannnn. i knw u gonna miss me. mak aiii perasannnnye aku. haha. well biase lah tu. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heyyy today is my last day going to school&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nooo its not a happy smiley it suppose to be a &lt;em&gt;sad cute smiley&lt;/em&gt; like me&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ritttte? and yeahhh so bye bye smk wm2. well im not sure if i'll be studying nxt year in the same schoool. a very sad day mann. and a big wave from me to all the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; pak cik mak cik kantin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; the guards&lt;/span&gt; and of course to all my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friends including&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; puteri and kila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :P hahaha. i'm so meannn. and seriously its a sad bye bye from me to everyone. though i hate puteri but yeah i'm still sad. i'll never see again her compact powdered face. hahahaha :) and no, u knw what? like lots of memories we've been creating there. :) yeahh and most of them are &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goood memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. yeah the memories when i think i'll laugh. :) yeahh smk wm2 is also a place where i found my true friends. those friends where i dun have to be super hot to be part with them. those friends who love me because of i am me. and the most important, we are not backstabbing each other. though wangsa maju 2 name is not as hot as wangsa maju 5, or melawati high or even seri bintang but yeahhh wangsa maju is still wangsa maju and there is no such school in the whole world like wangsa maju. :P haha. cehh. since when i am so in love with wangsa maju 2 nie. well actually to be honest i am fallling for wangsa maju 2. :P okeh yeah, semoge wnagsa maju 2 's name akan terus maju. haha :P and yeah i am actully trying to, by getting good result i hope boleh majukan wangsa maju 2. but u knw when it somes to koko. haha. i do nothing :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and yeahh i'm going to school. later lahh. with my dad. he's jogging. yeahh good my dad is practicing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a healthy life style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. thats why i'm kinda that too. :P haha. yeah i mean i always try to avoid those carcinogenic food. yeahhh . i mean itt. :p its better to prevent than cure kann? and yeahh i think i'm doing the rite thingg. yeahhh a right thinggg. go sarah! haha :P and u knw u gotta eat to eat more veges. even me i seldomly eat veges. haha. yeahhh but now, i'm trying to eat more veges and fishhh to :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and and ehhh this posttt is getttin longer mann. yeahh shd be a long post u knw because later ten days i'm goinggg. and when i got back no school anymore so i'm doing nothing. huh. gaining my weight je lah. i thinks. haha. yeah but saya nak tengok &lt;strong&gt;new moooon&lt;/strong&gt; mannn. :) well i'm not really a big fan of the twillight series but yeah i am enjoying it. :P u knw whattt. nothinggg. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heyyy i knw how to do the love logo. haha. finallly mannn. i keep thinking . whats the code rupenye. as eassyyy as ABC. hahah. yea i knw i'm kinda out dated. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yeahhhh bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-3907452939459597170?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3907452939459597170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=3907452939459597170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3907452939459597170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3907452939459597170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/11/goooooddd-morninggg.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4301712370994004736</id><published>2009-11-08T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:11:07.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its &lt;strong&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;sunday afternooon&lt;/strong&gt;. tomorrow its&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; mondayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no! well everyone hates monday right? but fer me the greatest day in the week is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) yeaaaa. dun u guys just love saturdayyyy? :) and later i'm going somewhere, i need some fresh air for me to breath. i neeeed to release my tension. :P haha. i'm not tension but you knw i'm not really in a good mooood. i need to do some kind of stuff that make me move and sweatt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;errr... i just called my friend&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; loya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i lied her about sumthing but then i confessed that it was just a lie. but you knw, when i was talking about the whole lying thing she was like&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'jahatnye ko sarah'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha. and repeating it over and over again. i was kidding. yeaa, but if she wants me to prove i can :P. she was like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; 'kesian die'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. heyy i'm not that mean. :( haha. i was kidding. i wont do that. yea i wont . i mean it. girl, i wont do that and never. err, u knw how much i love that person. haha. sumpah gayy. haha. yeaa, u knw&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i'm a one loyal fellla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :P yea, always. ehh aku syg doe kat die. :) yeaaa, so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;facebooook besst. haha. yea moreover all the social interview thinggg. haha. :P i just love it. u knw .answering stupid questions about your friend. :P haha. and about yourself too. :) hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tata. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4301712370994004736?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4301712370994004736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4301712370994004736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4301712370994004736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4301712370994004736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-hot-sunday-afternooon.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-3162256260012452157</id><published>2009-11-07T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:05:26.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's raininggggg. and i love rainnny night. when you sleep on a rainy night its like heaven mannn. haha. and yeah i'm so bored. can anyone take me to the moon becus i'm bored on earth. dun ya feel bored living on this earth. eh eh eh no i'm kidding i wanna always be on earth. what for going to moon. there's no internet. haha. so i cant facebook-ing. seriouslyyyyyyy i'm bored. i duunooo what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just got back from melaka trip and yeah it was great. but not so great. i dunno. i rated the trip, 5 stars out of 10 stars. you knw when you go to melaka place you'll be visiting of course that stadhuys buliding, and that big a famosa and the ship. bla bla. thats all. and the weather was like freakingg hot. seriously kl pun tak panas mcm tue kott. haha. :P haih. but when night, sejuk. the place we stayed is near to the beach so when night you can feeeel the angin laut you know and i really like it. that's what i like the most. and when night my bed is next to the window and the windows are not close so yeahhh feeel it. :P kalau dalam about 3 4 in the morning lagi bestt. :P and when you are on the phone. its like so fantasticcc. :) and thats all i remember bout melaka the historical city :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and next weeek i'm going awayyy again for 10 DAYS!! 10 days. lamenye. i got this programmme. so yeah. bye. :) i'm gonna miss faceboook. :P haha. a lot and a lot. heh. :) and bye bye. i'm doing awayyyy. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not goooood, so not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; -___________________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tata :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-3162256260012452157?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3162256260012452157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=3162256260012452157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3162256260012452157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3162256260012452157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-its-raininggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-6177189460729118559</id><published>2009-11-01T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:20:48.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAYYY</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esok &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Melaka&lt;/span&gt; yaww. HAHA. saya sangat gembira. kwn saya ckp suroh saya tulis lg byk bm sebab saya&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; orang melayu&lt;/span&gt;. hbs tu, orang melayu tak boleh tulis english ke? suke hati saya lah. tapi sekarang saya memang sedang berusaha untuk menulis lebih banyak bm. but still saya akan tulis lebih banyak english. kenapa saya ni teruk sangat. haha. suke hati anda la nak judge saya macam mane sebab as long as saya gembira, saya tak kisah. :P saya sangat boring sekarang nie. saya tunggu kwn baik saya on ym tapi die masih belum on. knp agaknya ye? takpe takpe saya masih menunggu. heyy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melaka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. tak sabar lah. ye la dah lame kott saya tak melencong sane sini dengan kawan kawan saya yang cantik dan manis nie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ialah hari &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ahad yang mendung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. saya nak tidur. ZZZ.. and saya memang patut tidur. :P tapi saya masih di sini meng-update blog saya. :P saya rase susah sangat nak tutup computer nie. hidup ni sebenarnya perjuanagan kan. saya bace dekat blog&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; hanis zalikha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. wait wait. siape kenal hanis zalikha. saya kenal die through majalah remix. :P die model yang tinggi dan lawa. dan die mempunyai kehidupan yang sangat sempurna dan saya sangat jeles sebab saya tak pernah tengok orang yang mempunyai kehidupan sesempurna die. ehh saya da tulis 2 perennggan bm. :P bagus2 . ini &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear small cousin sofia got blog. omg mann. she's 10 and now she's blogging. she's too young. what stuff kids write in blog huh? :P well kids got their own life too. right? when i wa 10 i know nothing about this whole blog thing. i started blogging when i was 14. yeah since november last year. i love to read peep's blog. yeah kinda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stalking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;stuff. :P i wanted to have blog when i was 18 but i got blog 4 years earlier .:) &lt;strong&gt;P-O-Y-O&lt;/strong&gt; . heyy i got two blogs. but yeah the other one is a private blog :P only me and no one else can read. :) this one make it public. i dun like people who cuss in their blog. hate it. but whatever their life and their stuff. err seriously myspace boring. yeah boring since i deleted all those friends. what friends for kalau tak tegur pun on myspace.? sekarang my friends left like 200 ++. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okayyy tata. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kwn saya ckp semalam ade&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;orang dewasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tu suke bace blog saye lepastu judge saya tak tentu pasal. ehh. menyampah aku. kalau setakat nak stalk stalk and know nothing about my whole awesome life &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get lost lah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go and get a life. if you hate me and know nothing bout me , then what fr do you read. oh yeah i knw so then on the next day you can spread rumors kan? duhh. you are pathethic. :( get lost woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tatata. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-6177189460729118559?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6177189460729118559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=6177189460729118559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6177189460729118559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6177189460729118559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/11/sundayyy.html' title='SUNDAYYY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1047826384551162791</id><published>2009-10-30T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:08:45.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHASA MELAYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saya mendapat tag daripada &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nik Nazifah Fatini&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; terima kasih. Oleh itu, saya akan menulis bahasa melayu. Semakin saya membesar, saya berasa saya perlu memartabatkan bahasa melayu kerana bahasa melayu ialah bahasa ibunda kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Bekas kekasih saya adalah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seorang manusia yang tidak &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;berperikemanusiaan&lt;/span&gt; tetapi &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;romantik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Saya sedang mendengar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;careless whisper : george michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Mungkin saya patut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;menulis lebih banyak &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;bahasa melayu&lt;/span&gt; dari bahasa inggeris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Saya suka:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bile dia panggil saya&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sayangggg :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. sahabat-sahabat baik saya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nur amanina azimi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nik nadhirah farhana hani salman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;nur haliza suhaimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nur shasha fatihah efendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Saya tak faham:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kenapa saya tak boleh paste dekat blog saya. saya terpaksa menulis satu per satu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Saya kehilangan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getah rambut hitam putih saya, yang saya telah berjanji untuk membawanya ke New Zealand beberapa tahun akan datang. getah milik Madihah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Ramai yang berkata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;science susah walaupun pada hakikatnya science sangat menyeronokkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. makna nama saya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siti sarah? sarah maksudnya kegembiraan. tapi kalau sara kaya. haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. cinta itu adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saya tidak mempercayai cinta kerana saya tidak pernah mengalaminya atau mungkin saya pernah mengalaminya tanpa saya sedari. masa akan memberitahu apa itu cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Di suatu tempat, seseorang sedang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mengingati kisah silamnya lalu memikirkan apa yang akan terjadi seterusnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Saya akan cuba menjadi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seorang pakar jantung yang beriman dan berjaya pada masa akan datang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Ayat SELAMANYA membawa maksud:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Telefon bimbit saya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Di sebelah saya, saya menunggunya untuk vibrate memberitahu ada mesej.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Bila saya terjaga dari tidur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saya akan melihat telefin bimbit saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Saya paling meluat apabila:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orang melepaskan geramnya kepada orang lain kepada saya. Saya tak tahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Pesta atau Parti adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tempat untuk meningkatkan tahap sosialiti seseorang bersama teman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. Haiwan yang paling comel yang pernah saya temui ialah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anak beruang. saya tengok dalam TV je. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Peringkat umur paling menyeronokkan bagi saya ialah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sekarang sebab saya belajar banyak sangat benda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Hari ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saya okayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Malam ini saya akan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;call orang yang saya &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sayanng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Esok pula saya akan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melayari Internet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Saya betul-betul inginkan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kejayaan dalam hidup pada masa akan datang :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Ketika anda lihat wajah anda di hadapan cermin pada pagi ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ada satu jerawat baru. haha. ehh dua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Pusat membel-belah atau arked permainan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arked permainan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la. boleh berseronok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Makanan Barat atau Jepun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barat kott. saya tak kisah mana mana pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Bilik yang terang atau gelap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terang sebab saya takut gelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Makanan segera adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast food macam&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Mc D&lt;/span&gt; yang saya suka tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Ayat terakhir yang anda katakan kepada seseorang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ini adalah post pertama Bahasa Melayu saya. dan saya akan tulis lebih banyak bahasa Melayu selepas ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Siapa yang anda mahu Tag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siapa siapa yang nak, cakap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ini adalah pertama kali saya menulis Bahasa Melayu secara keseluruhannya dan saya sangat gembira. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1047826384551162791?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1047826384551162791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1047826384551162791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1047826384551162791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1047826384551162791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/10/bahasa-melayu.html' title='BAHASA MELAYU'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2012409267263730120</id><published>2009-10-25T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:28:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heyyo. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so so so&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; how are youu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hey today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and yeah tomorrow is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. just another minute monday, i wish it is sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well, supposely today i've planned to go to open houses and yeah tht new big mall. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wangsa walk mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but then i really have to go to my granma's house. so yeah i have to go becus it's beeeen quite a long time tak jumpe nenek aku. nun jauh sane di &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shah alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and went to visit my bro kat asrama. but i did'nt i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;sleeeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. so my mom left me. haha. u knw what my grnma's bed is like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; the most comfortable bed ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i cant resist that bed. and trust me when you sleeep there its like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha. and stuck bored there. message org tuh die pulak tak reply. haha. so that's how was my boring sunday. the end of my day story. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh oh knw tomorrrrrooowww schooooool!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now now now i dunno why but i feeel like about my dream guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;goood looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. no i mean everyone wants a goood looking partner. rite? well dun say&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. becus i knw u want a good looking partner. haha. well me, i want a guy with a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pointed nose&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;prettttty teeeth&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;not that fair and not that dark.&lt;/span&gt; that's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i dun want the body builder one, haha. never. my bestfriend likes guy with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lots of muscle&lt;/span&gt; but not me. i want the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stick thin type&lt;/span&gt;. haha. nice kan? but not like reallly thin like those people yg tak cukup makan kat africa. haha. kurus sahaja. that's all. haha. mengarutt je. but my dear bestie said the stick thin like i want to peluk tak bestt. haha.hugging or not i dunno. anyways, you'll feeeeel good when you hug ur loved one whether &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;muscular&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stick thin&lt;/span&gt;. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, of course u knw,hmm. the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sweeeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one. whatever it is, my boyfriend has to be sweet. u knw why? becus &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm not sweeet&lt;/span&gt; so if he's not sweet and i'm not sweet so the relationship won't work and yeah i'm grateful my current lover is a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sweeeet&lt;/span&gt;. so sweet mannn. haha. and yeah u knw loyal. becus&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; loyalty is the best loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. eh eh no &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;honesty is the best policy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but somehow loyalty is the best policy too. kan? and yeah all the good manners. dun tell me u wanna date the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bad typo typo&lt;/span&gt;. haha. and finally, never fr a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SMOKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ewwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and and byk lagi. haha. but i shd'nt write cus its like more into &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;husband idaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396541779894640914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SuReKB4soRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HpsqZkXNwlY/s400/4b6dd73ea1d78272.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASHRAF MUSLIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's one of my &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dream guy&lt;/span&gt;. haha. and yeah he's&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; hidung mancung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;gigi lawa &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kurus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he's good&lt;/span&gt; too. becus we rarely hear &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad rumors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bout this this hot dude! and he's an ambitious too. he owns a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. anak mude sekarang nie tak nak buat all the kerja kampung mcm ashraf muslim. and and be like him if you wanna date me. i'm dying for him. haha. noe i'm not but maybe. i was. when i was form 2 i was like so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with him but now i knw there's no such thing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sarah is marrying ashraff muslim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. that's tooo far beyond my imagination. he did'nt even knw me. whatevr it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;iloveyouuu ashraf muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tootles. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-2012409267263730120?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2012409267263730120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2012409267263730120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2012409267263730120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2012409267263730120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/10/heyyo.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SuReKB4soRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HpsqZkXNwlY/s72-c/4b6dd73ea1d78272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2344984976141765555</id><published>2009-10-20T11:15:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T16:43:09.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in future......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551493823920850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St1MAIftetI/AAAAAAAAAWY/3SgnPab1sDM/s400/5139b434525f9bd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dr. sarah&lt;/span&gt;. i'm 27 years old. yeah i'm a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;super cardiologist&lt;/span&gt; from&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Medical School Otago University New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i'm currently working at &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IJN&lt;/span&gt;. i work with the goverment. i love my patients. my daily routine starts at&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 8.00 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning and end like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5.00 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha. so drive all the wayyy back to my home sweet home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kampung Warisan, Setiawangsa. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;which is next to &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seri Maya&lt;/span&gt;. my dear &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dr. Nyna&lt;/span&gt; live there. yeah she's a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;paeditrician&lt;/span&gt;. and work at &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HUKM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyouubestie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394555718734540242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St1P2Dg5bdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XziHrtkKlQQ/s400/751ac23691272aca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. with the one i love. well, one thing forsure it's not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jason mrazzzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. well never. my pengapit is my bestfrend. and the theme of my weddddinggg is alll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;white.&lt;/span&gt; coz i loveee white as a pure love color. awwww, :D noe &lt;em&gt;gayssss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519424813799666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St0u1eH4mPI/AAAAAAAAAWA/aOqKAoXJJlo/s400/4148cabbe55b3cb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm 35&lt;/span&gt;. i'm blessssed with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one girl three boyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. yeah got&lt;strong&gt; twin&lt;/strong&gt; sons. haha . i got cute babies. i send them to schooool everyday and take them out every weekend. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394555838611188706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St1P9CFt6-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/gN37fDfulHM/s400/099914ad013e30a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now 50 i'm working with World Health Organization. HAHA i'm replacing Margaret Chan. you the young people i dun think so u knw who is margaret chan. well she is WHO current presidenr if i'm not mistaken. and yeah do you knw dr. jamilah? she was Mercy Malaysia president. and currently she is working with the humanity organization. and yeaa she is my idol. so yeahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394555939502266002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St1QC58BlpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/oRJVIrpGusM/s400/c50095935d0593e0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet dr. jamilah. she was the president of mercy malaysia. and i like her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394555774929289714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St1P5U2xQfI/AAAAAAAAAWo/13DXo0VS0_Q/s400/9a20d3f5a383a2c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well this is margaret chan. and i'll replace her one day. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. i've beeen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;too farrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from my imagination. well, thats my&lt;em&gt; biggie dreamsss&lt;/em&gt; in such a small head. i shouldnt think that far whereas my PMR pun tak lepas lagi. but yeah tht's me and deal with it. i think a lot about the future. other girls may think bout their holy love life but me more into being a doctor and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thangggg* lets give some slang over there. thanngg. and thats all. you knw when you keep thinking about what u have always wanted and try to achieve them that's what we call &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;law of attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and yeahhh what else? tomorroe school. and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; i hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate early nesss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; haha. better be on my bed and sleeeeeep all day long. and tomorrow gotta return all the text books and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i lost my math text book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; where the plce on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i put it. i can't remember. haha. yea totally. and that book cost like 20 bucks sumthing. gotta use my own money since this is my mistake for not taking good care enough fr my booooks. not boooks just one thick math boook. and see al the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pretty wacko faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha. and yeah school i'm coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;toodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-2344984976141765555?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2344984976141765555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2344984976141765555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2344984976141765555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2344984976141765555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/10/future.html' title='FUTURE'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/St1MAIftetI/AAAAAAAAAWY/3SgnPab1sDM/s72-c/5139b434525f9bd2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8076051229534257215</id><published>2009-10-19T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:51:18.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;a big big big happy smile i'm giving to everyone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;seriously. i was facing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; major probs. and i'm stucked in my own head without finding the way out. feeeeels like wanna scream! yeah. mann. i need some space. i dun want all these stufffs stuck in my head. well then to make it better. i shower for like 3 times yesterdayy. yeah trust me you can release your stress by&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; showering&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; trust me. yeah then. there was like a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me and this one dude. yeah name is not suppose to be tell. it was like the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;second major fight&lt;/span&gt; between me and him. he started to sayy all those unsuppose things to me. whereas he know nothing. since he moved on to another place. he knw nothing. i was like so stupidd. when i called him to settle down all these craps and i started to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. i knw. dun have to mention. it was a very stupid mistake. and and and finally we end up like being&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again. yeah he sent me a voice mail singing maafkan kami. haha. yeah that thought me a lot and so as him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so hopefully there is no third major fight with and this dude. haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so one thing has been settle down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is another friend. haha. yeah friend. wellllll he did'nt txt me fr a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;quite longggg time&lt;/span&gt; becus sumthng i dun knw bt i'm wrong. haha. or he is wrong. for being wayyy&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! yeah my dear paranoia friend. hahaha. sorry2. well. i dun think so he'll be reading my blog again becus i dun want him to. haha. and i'm sure he wont but there is possibilities he will. he read or not, its okay with me. and and yeah yesterday evening i txted him becus i miss him. hahahahahaha. yeah i want to knw whats wrong with him. haha. yeah yeah and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; finally it's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. betweeen me and him. haha. yeah back again he's okay. well. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;so another one thing has been settle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another one is about that guy i crush a lot. yeah. haha. but like a friend said &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;'he's using you sarahh , cant you see?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well if he is then am i suppose to do. right? he's not mine. and i'm not his. and i dunno how many time i have been repeating this thing over and over again. i never hope fr more. it's enough to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; he reply my comment pun da ckp bgs. hahaha. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dun deserve him&lt;/span&gt;. he deserve to be with the hotties. haha. and yeah nt me. haha. well i shd stop crapping then. and yeah all my lovers :&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;nynadiraliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; thx fr the support. haha. and especially to nyna. , we talked a lot yea bout this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotional distraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love thing. haha. and liza , thx fr hearing the words &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;tak layak&lt;/span&gt; over and over again and diraaa tue for dgr aku &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;menggedik&lt;/span&gt;. haha. anyway put of topic. haha. and yeah there you go, i'm goinggg. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is an&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt; unsettle&lt;/span&gt; matter but i dun care that much about this hollla matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and and the other one is girl's nature stuff or whtever you hoolies might call it. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now everything is in order. i mean is happening as i want to. yea better to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appreciate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what we have. yea i appreciate my friends. a lot. we want to go out today but yeah so liza is not going so nik is not going and since nik is not going i'm not going and i'm not going nyna is not going. haha, going out without them is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; especially nyna. :D.she's my greatest evr. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghhh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;i hate school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why should i go to school after pmr anyways? hahaha. u knw that song lyric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'shush girl shuts ur lips do the hellen killer and talk with ur hips'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'sarah she came to me with a letter in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and my fav ever is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i got all my love to give i got all my life to live, i will survive'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah then i'm tired of writing all these crappppssss, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;my dear quirky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone asked me : do you own any cow around here. excuse me, do i look like &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;farmer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;booyah, noe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. dun asked me tht kind of question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i better get going. neeeeed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my beauty sleeeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . haha. zzz. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-8076051229534257215?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8076051229534257215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8076051229534257215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8076051229534257215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8076051229534257215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-big-big-happy-smile-im-giving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5721649665611417950</id><published>2009-10-14T20:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:52:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR IS OVERRRRRR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first of all, u people have to knw that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PMR is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the PMR word is not thatttt&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt; spooky&lt;/span&gt; like it used to be . haha. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'm freeee!&lt;/span&gt; well, i just broke up with my form 3 books yesterday and i'm glad tht our relationship has come to the end. haha. so longgg,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;happy MERDEKA to all PMR candidates&lt;/span&gt;. i bet u guys are freakkking happy rite? goinng out. online 247. but dun forget around December. the end of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DECEMBER.&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RESULTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dun u guys feel scared. when u knew what u did'nt reach ur targett? well, i shd stop talking about PMR. haha. gotta be cool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.00 pm. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MERDEKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; SHOUT IT LOUD TILL your lungs get out. haha. pmr is so so over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to J.J since it is the neares place to go. went there. makan makan makan. bes! makan besar u knw. haha. i bought one tudung finally. that tudung.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; a black one&lt;/span&gt;. walk walk and wlk. till around 6. tired. huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392724838210698466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbOqyD5fOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2grbxo4qHPI/s400/l_94aefd01ac2348a8a748b377b816435f.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;haha. SERIOUSLY SUME MUKE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAK&lt;/strong&gt;!.&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392723478595961554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbNbpGfAtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-sL40Swshi8/s400/m_63b50ea441af417496f81a5f86f91a26.jpg" /&gt;smile gimme &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a big happy smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after PMR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE THIS ONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392721570971379986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbLsmpV6RI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qV_ilpRrJPc/s400/rayyeeee.jpg" /&gt;nik's house! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;spot me if you are tht smart. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A DAY AFTER PMR.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a day after pmr. seriously &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;feelingggg so great&lt;/span&gt;. then around 10 sumthing MEET UP at the lrt with them. i saw the 3 A people. okay then. waited for liza nad dira. THEN went to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; mid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. bowling. i striked once ! haha. not striked lah. left one. :D haha. then then went to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;walk walk and walk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; that's all yeah &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;vain vain and vain&lt;/span&gt;. there was one time, i fell down mase bowling. hahaha. seriously malu gle. everyone was like staring and laughing at me. haha. meanyy people. well. i'm laughing at myself too for making such a stupid thing. haha. tht was my second time playing bowling. i'm so not good at it. well i shd play more often to be the next&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shalin zulkifli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392720206427975666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbKdLU17_I/AAAAAAAAAUo/75OYnOpXKlA/s400/m_f1598ed2c09a45f4bb6e913f2e6708ce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HEY IT'S US !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392720280716355714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbKhgEkqII/AAAAAAAAAUw/W7QscjfssnE/s400/zara.jpg" /&gt; look who's walking into &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ZARA&lt;/span&gt;. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392720132370246850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbKY3cGrMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/GXgLA-AErrE/s400/m_dd190e36cc0c4bbcbb4ec9fe21c308d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sarah and diraaaa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392720042154700498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbKTnXCrtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Uef7YhHzk4g/s400/m_2b8b961f07ae40d4a9f92a0b0f4ce02d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;picture of the DAYYYY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392719959638013090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbKOz9h9KI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/k-vqoSUOYAo/s400/l_a4622c8e889f45fc9117f93928da30a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bowlinggg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392719874320125858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbKJ2IKT6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZRuEmqLe_C4/s400/l_72d6e7a5237b4f73a9bd9eb7a5204185.jpg" /&gt;take a look at this one. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awwww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so thats my routine after&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; PMR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; well, i'm going out again this sat. :) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lets have some fun&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TATA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS PMR. :( (Ewww. HAHA)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-5721649665611417950?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5721649665611417950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5721649665611417950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5721649665611417950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5721649665611417950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/10/pmr-is-overrrrrr.html' title='PMR IS OVERRRRRR.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/StbOqyD5fOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/2grbxo4qHPI/s72-c/l_94aefd01ac2348a8a748b377b816435f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-6643261849041920291</id><published>2009-10-03T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:17:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it's rainingggg outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i can see the rain is showering the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;earth&lt;/span&gt;. and seriously i'm feeling sleepy wish i'm in my blanket now. haha. so plan of the day is going to my besty's open house and and my ustazah's open house too. but before that maybe going somewhre. nyna wants to but a card for her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relrel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haha. good luck card i think. it's up to her. she is so so so into that relrel. since form 1. since the first day of school. she told me. haha. first sight love. okay nina. i get it, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this your love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. u knw mine too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, i cant wait for the PMR to end. well, all the pmr candicates cant wait. i'm feeling great cause someone just gave me some &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;boost&lt;/span&gt; last night. thanks to that person a.k.a the one i've been crushing on.haha.  i never thought that he could be this nice. :) yeah, he's great ! :D  ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a, i better get going . got to do lots and lots of thing. hopefully this will be my&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; last post before pmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hopefully yea. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knw i have changedddd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;PMR, HERE I COME DARLING ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-6643261849041920291?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6643261849041920291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=6643261849041920291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6643261849041920291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6643261849041920291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-morning.html' title='SATURDAY MORNING'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4360589069477225745</id><published>2009-09-26T17:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:30:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATEFUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sr3i-jB9eQI/AAAAAAAAATg/axyN2q6nCHk/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385710293588211970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sr3i-jB9eQI/AAAAAAAAATg/axyN2q6nCHk/s400/g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is inspired by my secret keeper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sharifah alawiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I am&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I am a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I can read &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Al- Quran &lt;/span&gt;well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; love me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; loves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; brother &lt;/span&gt;loves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;big family&lt;/span&gt; loves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my bestie is &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Amanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my besties are &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;dudulizasha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I am one of the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3 W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because loya keeps my &lt;strong&gt;dark secrets.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my results are &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I was born &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; physically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;IT freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can speak &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3 languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i know paan&lt;/span&gt; . :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5 senses&lt;/span&gt; can work very well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am not &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;deformed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am obsessss with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am not &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; Azim&lt;/span&gt; always reply my comments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I have a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am h&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I live at &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ukay Perdana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7 e&lt;/span&gt; is near my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am not that &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;eat &lt;/span&gt;anything i want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; digestion&lt;/span&gt; process is fast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I sit under the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; fan&lt;/span&gt; in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I wear &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tudung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful my pimples and acnes are &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;decreasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can walk with &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;high heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can do some &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;for sejarah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I did'nt &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; sejarah anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I'm not dark like the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;senandung sedayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I am &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I'm not good at &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can play &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful my life is pretty &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I can &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I live in a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I have my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loved ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because I'm not &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful because my besties are not &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;backstabbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful I got eye &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am grateful because I was born to be myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so, people be grateful with what u have. being &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; is a key to a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4360589069477225745?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4360589069477225745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4360589069477225745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4360589069477225745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4360589069477225745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/09/grateful.html' title='GRATEFUL'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sr3i-jB9eQI/AAAAAAAAATg/axyN2q6nCHk/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-8908241942590631471</id><published>2009-09-21T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:29:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SECOND DAY OF RAYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;second day of raye.&lt;/span&gt; how fast time is passing by. huh. the first raye was quite&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; fun&lt;/span&gt; but tiring. i woke around seven then mandi , all the perfumes thing. around 8 went to sembahyang raye at my dad's fav masjid. hihi. at home, mintak maaf from my parents first. hihi. after a year buat kesalahan. lol. went to my aunty's place. makan all those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;raye tradition food&lt;/span&gt;. rendang ketupat all al those food. sumpah sedap gle. but becus of scared i might gain weight makan sikit2 je lah. lepak lepak, kutip duit raye. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;duit raye&lt;/span&gt; on the first day masyuk lah jugak. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today. went to my aunty's house on my dad side. nothing much. so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;boringgg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. went back and sleeep like until 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;having fun is great and i love that. but seriously i feel&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; guilty&lt;/span&gt; for not studying all time during this hari raye holiday. and and and i miss all of 3w people. i miss nyna dira liza and sha. all i can do is texting them. and i'm texting my friends 247. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20th september&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just passed by. it's 2 years . 2 years. i'm still crushing him. haha. tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dira's annivessary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her kanda. haha. dira. selamat annivessary. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow i got nothing to do so seems like i got a date with my books. and and and aku&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my best secret keeper ever. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sharifah alawiah syed esa.&lt;/span&gt; haha. she's like my secret book where i write all those unsuppose stuff in it. haha. so loya and aku can never fight or else all my secrets will be revealed and same goes as her i keep all her secrets too. but her secrets are not as dark as mine. mine is the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; darkest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; secret ever. haha. like so? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone balik kampung but me? no kampung &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. raye sini pun okeh lah. i'm used to it. haha. mom's gombak and dad's shah alam. so nowhere to go. haha. anyway, i lovveeeee kl. i'm lovin' it. btw, this raye dun eat too much. haha. this goes to me too. krgkan all those high cholestrol foood. haha. if u scared of gaining ur weight then conrol ur diet. fat is no no ! not becus fat is 'not attractive' but fat is like mengundang penyakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been crushing since forever is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;azim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;end of story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-8908241942590631471?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/8908241942590631471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=8908241942590631471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8908241942590631471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/8908241942590631471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-day-of-raye.html' title='THE SECOND DAY OF RAYE'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4409056308025437225</id><published>2009-09-18T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:03:32.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVEY DOVEY THING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello God creations&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;freaking happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; u dunno what is like. haha. the moments i've been waiting for. i got this i got those. :) huhu. i keep asking myself if i'm dreaming. i called all my friends just to tell them how happy i am and super excited to ask them to to to. haha.and i'm sure they are happy for me too. after all this while. i'll keep thinking i've been hurt. haha. i'm totally wrong. i'm so so so so so so so happy. but behind all these happiness i knew there might something waiting for me. i mean for me to face to. and oh oh i'm happy for what had happened today and yesterday too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;azim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; u are cute. dudu ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and and and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYE AGAIN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: paan&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;BYE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4409056308025437225?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4409056308025437225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4409056308025437225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4409056308025437225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4409056308025437225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-this-what-we-call-lovey-dovey-thing.html' title='LOVEY DOVEY THING'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7177307407995947453</id><published>2009-09-17T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:49:24.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SCHOOL. AGAIN. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;no school&lt;/span&gt; again for today. i'm feeling &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dizzy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;plus&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gloomy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. :( feeling &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; freak. i cant control this emotion feeling. this is what we call &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;emotianal distraction&lt;/span&gt;. and now, i'm writing craps here, myspacing and layan all those&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt; songs. haha. seriously, i'm missing all the 3w people. aww. especially, yg close close tuh. waiting for the good good good people kat myspace. but tak on9 on9. the one and only, k mira. ajak anak syed esa dtg tp die tgh lyn korean movies. haih. nih sorg lg jiwengg. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ustazah rosyatimah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; place. makan2. meet&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the niks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.makan? okay. kenyang aku. all the time lepak lepak ngn nik nadhirah farhana . byla bubu . effa fufu. tuh je lah. then about ten blah. si byla ade lah snap few pics. nant upload ehh. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SrGSYl8HfAI/AAAAAAAAASw/9F28_3TWBfA/s1600-h/raya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382243980883229698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SrGSYl8HfAI/AAAAAAAAASw/9F28_3TWBfA/s400/raya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaf zahir dan batin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muhammad Nurlhaq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Siti Syahmina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muhd Nurl Hakim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Muhd Nurl Hazim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bibik Tetin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Big Families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ustazah Rosyatimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pn. Norasah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Teacher Rafidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pn. Mastura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Teacher Nor Hanum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pn. Norainon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cik Shuhaibah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pn. Norliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ustazah Asma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Amanina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nik Nadhirah Farhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Haliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Shasha Fatihah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sophiah Atikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Fadhillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Nadhirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Farah Shahirah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Puteri Heidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Shahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Izzatul Sahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wan Shakila Adiela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Shahira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nur Ruzanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Arif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Khairul Naim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas Faruqi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Haziq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Khalili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Syahril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ahmad Mustaqim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ahmad Farhan Hanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Fazrul Faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Hadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Ashraff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Hakimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ahmad Aizam Afifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Danial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Muhd Naim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sharifah Alawiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;others. which names are not listed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;bye. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7177307407995947453?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7177307407995947453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7177307407995947453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7177307407995947453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7177307407995947453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-school-again.html' title='NO SCHOOL. AGAIN. :)'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SrGSYl8HfAI/AAAAAAAAASw/9F28_3TWBfA/s72-c/raya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1002557264066912870</id><published>2009-09-15T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:44:10.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goood afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first of all is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NUR HALIZA BT. AHMAD SUHAIMI'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 15th bday. so long. happy incoming birthday bulus! haha. she is the one and only my bulu. haha. da tue da kwn aku sorg nih. haha. then, this friday will be &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;amar's.&lt;/span&gt; ni pun da tue. amar which is someone.. haha. kinda my ex enemy. haha. few days ago was my &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ashraf muslim's&lt;/span&gt; bday. awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is the day where the students from&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come to my beautiful and beloved school. wahaha. and then here the sepets come. hihi. their uniform. not that outwedgses. biase2. but those sepets girls are with skirts. my first impression was like the guys must be freakkinng hot. haha. with spike hairs. i was quite wrong. they are average looking guys. but looooooks doesnt matter. back to the topic, i was one of the chosen people. and we did some tukar2 hadiah. wee wee. that guy gave me smthng. and it is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;origami papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. eventhough i'm not good at making those origami thing. i'll keep it. i do appreciate it , mannn. and i was like the tour guide. take them for a walk around the school. lalu depan class aku: haha.and time's up the japanese gtg. so long sayonara ! but one word they keep saying is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATSUI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which means hot. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s: they are so not goood at english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lepas da penat layan the sepets. as usual, got back into the class. then, since i'm the only one from my class which take part in this, my classmates were excited and wanting me to tell the my japan experience. wee hee. but before tht, mus ade bye2 this one girl tp aku plak kot yg prasan. haha. sorry lah aku tak npk. haha. ade sorg bdk nie, ckp aku&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pekak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; haih. die la kot yg pekak. nasib baik si pekak tu tak tau pasal blog aku so he won't know. ckp aku pekak skali rupenye die pn same. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p/s: oii bukak pose korek telinga lahhhh. pop ur ear waxes out, mannn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then KH class, i was tired. and zzzz.. in the class. :) then we were given some desert sbb ngaji those days. ceh2. but i did. 3 pages. but then tetido. huhu. desert sdp doh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes u never realize how much a person means to u until u lose tht person. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/5402332554736269390-1002557264066912870?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1002557264066912870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1002557264066912870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1002557264066912870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1002557264066912870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey.html' title='JAPAN'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2921547593478855642</id><published>2009-09-11T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:13:21.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY. HELLO AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heyyy human .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been like a decade i did'nt update my blog. padahal it was only like 2 months and half. i think. but i do update my secret my blog. the one and only person that is invited to read it is me, myself and i. anyway, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PMR is jus like 25 days more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i know all the pmr candicates are strugling. strugling lah sgt korg. haha. trial has just passed and alhamdulilah my grades are as good as i hope. u dun have the right to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i smell so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right now. haha. i know its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;pretty freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; writing about body odour. but it is just once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy really happy since this is the fasting month. so no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;setan setan&lt;/span&gt; or those jins. haha. but i think maybe there are some. haha. those with really bad attitudes as bad as those devils. bulan ramadhan yg baik and mulia why dun make some better change. kan? ceh like i'm doin it? i thinks so. a bit. being really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;modest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; especially when it comes to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shopping raye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. is that considered as good thing? ya i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulan ramadhan nih sinonim dgn smbhyg terawih. i did that few times. i dun have the transoport to go to the masjid. masjid is quite far from my place. but at least i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raye raye raye! around the corner people? dun u guys feel excited about it? i'm so so so excited. ha? kidding. seriously i'm not. it's becus of PMR. so i wanna put all the blame on PMR. becus of that PMR thing i dun really feel happy in celebrating raye. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PMR OH PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought few things. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heels?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; done. tinggi punye. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;handbag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta stop here. i'm on a date again with my math book. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;gemok &lt;/span&gt;sombongggg doh. haha. bla la ko.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatatata :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/5402332554736269390-2921547593478855642?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2921547593478855642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2921547593478855642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2921547593478855642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2921547593478855642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-hello-again.html' title='HEY. HELLO AGAIN.'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1988050804051234191</id><published>2009-07-01T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:25:00.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LAST DAY HERE BEFORE PMR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first of june&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so according to my calendar, today suppose to be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm updating my blog. yea its true. so after this, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no more blogging for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; huh. u knoe what? pmr is just like 3 months more. oke2 back to the topic. lately was gooood. i'm concentrating more on my studies so as my dearest frends. all my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;homeworks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; preeetttty goood. haha. and my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;books are my new bestfrends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. isn't that great? haha. books help u during exam. what a bestfrends books are. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actully, i dunno what to write on my last post. huh. okeh2. lets write about this.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; i'm losing a frend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. huh. as time passes by, we're not gettin more closer. but its up to that person. huh. no i dun think so talking about this is a good idea. i know he did'nt even knew about me having a blog. but who knows? huh. change topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what else? i dun know what to write. i thought of writing a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;super long post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but i dunno what to write. becus everything is so perfect. but im trying to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no i cant think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so lets make a good luck wish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to people of 3 w:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;good luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for  the incoming pmr we goona face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so long, do the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353478768757643906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sktgk4RlGoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CNN7jFw1iyc/s400/w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and me: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be back after &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;pmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a long goooodbye. awww. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1988050804051234191?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1988050804051234191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1988050804051234191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1988050804051234191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1988050804051234191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-last-day-here-before-pmr.html' title='MY LAST DAY HERE BEFORE PMR'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sktgk4RlGoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CNN7jFw1iyc/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-29015978656734976</id><published>2009-06-28T13:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:04:57.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELLO THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352252980046832162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkcFule3oiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/moUJYfhpJGU/s400/PRINCESS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she woke up on a soothing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sunday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. she felt so sleepy. she wanted to continue her sleep since she did'nt get enough sleep last night but when she thinked about every single thing she has to do she left her bed. she made her way to the toilet. she was hoping for a better day for today but it was'nt happening. everything was fine as usual but she was not fine. she felt &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopeless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. she felt boring of her life in sudden.her mood&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. she was a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person yesterday but not today. she was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiling &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yesterday but today she is making a grinch face. she felt so lazy to open her book even to turn to the first page. she told herself that she is getting worst from day to day. she has a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;big dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in her head but can she makes all her dreams come true. huh. and now she is in front of her mom lappy writing about her life. she keeps telling herself to be strong and now she is trying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life isn't always a fairytale. she is not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cinderella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. she has a happy family. she is not that good doing the house works. well, she is not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too. becus eventhough she loves to sleep she realized she is not pretty at all. so who is she? others might think she has a good life. yes she has a good life but she is not living it happily. why? she keeps &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;potraying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; herself as a happy little girl but is she? she is not waiting for her prince charming becus she never had once. haha. she is not interested in all these love things when her heart broke once. haha. no her heart never breaks. she is strong enough to face it. but only when it comes to the love things. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now she is still waiting for other people to be part of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but no one comes to make her life happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and she is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352253078828779170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkcF0VeUhqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Plp1deDrDYk/s400/cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this is my fairytale. what about yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-29015978656734976?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/29015978656734976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=29015978656734976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/29015978656734976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/29015978656734976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-there-she-woke-up-on-soothing.html' title='MY SUNDAY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkcFule3oiI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/moUJYfhpJGU/s72-c/PRINCESS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7357539994730702814</id><published>2009-06-27T16:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:32:16.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REPORT CARD DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. a day where i'm suppose to finish up all my tergendala works. haha. i woke up nearly to 7. i did'nt plan to go to school. then i sent a message to my bestie asking whether she is coming or not and yes she is coming. so i decided to got to becus i'm sure i'll get bored at home. huh. so i made a new decision which is going to school. haha. i was rushing. but at the end.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; i forgot to bring my shoe along&lt;/span&gt;. thank god, my crocs are there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the blue one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so at school. the first thing i did was going to the toilet. i dunno why i feel so concious about my tudung. and its fine. haha. i got into the class. i saw some of the faces. since u people came to school. i feel like listing down ur names:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sarah shuhainor (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;amanina azimi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shahira ibrahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;muhd arif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;khairul naim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;aizam afifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ahmad hakimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ashraff latif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;izzatul sahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;nur syahida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;sophia atiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;shasha fatihah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;farah shahira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;nur fadhillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;fazrul faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;farhan hanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;muhd rafiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;syahril nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*name yg tak ade means i did'nt think of you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkXxwgsJV2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gCU6BKl214o/s1600-h/bunga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 95px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351949547910813538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkXxwgsJV2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gCU6BKl214o/s400/bunga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bunga cinta lestari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maya karin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are bestfrends in 3 wangsa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948916793479346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkXxLxmDELI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ZJiXzIeiAdo/s400/maya+karin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was super boring at school but thank god ade si cantik maya karin. bunga cinta lestari's bestfrend. in the real life, i dun think so they know each other. so at school, at first borak borak. then lepak at the corner side with acap. paan. yol. rafiq. peah. and aman. i played the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; chess&lt;/span&gt; game with rafiq. but as usual lah u win since u r the genius one but aku penah menang sekali. paan bluetooth songs from peah. ceh ceh mentang2 lah hp baru. hak3. adik khai so cute. bes pulak dtg skolah dpt tgk adk2 dorg. aku npk adk sape lg ehh? ouh ya. adk paan. adk die comel tp abg die? haha no comment. bleh lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;report card day means parents came to school to take their child report card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. kan? memang pun. me? my mom. i'm quite happy. i got the first place in class. haha. so one of the things i should do before i die has been done. f.y.i i made a list -100 things to do before i die- 5 if im not mistaken has been done. so wish me luck to comple my freak list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkXws6lIRoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kT0XeSCq53U/s1600-h/mj+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351948679836196290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkXw9-3B3cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2GFRqCLJKR0/s400/mj+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone knows about the death of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michael jackson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm quite shocked. i got into the car and turn on the radio and i heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i heard a rumor that he has converted into islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dunno whether its true or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i read people's blog. seriously. i dun like reading all those &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayat2 jiwang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. maybe i'm not the romantic type. haha. girls are wayy sensitive than boys so that's why they've been writng all those love crappy things. kan? but its up to them. i dun like it. haha. maybe one day when i found out that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is the greatest thing ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. haha. maybe when i found out how much he loves me. haha. ape aku mengarut nih? aku budak2 lagii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this week byk secrets aku tau. most of them are related to each other. haha. a secret about the same person. i knew it cos i can feel it. haha. let the time tell what's next and i'm following the instruction given by the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351953013800443266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkX06QIoHYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZKwvQCTdutY/s400/together.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm pretty sure i'll walk with you one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-7357539994730702814?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7357539994730702814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7357539994730702814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7357539994730702814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7357539994730702814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/report-card-day.html' title='THE REPORT CARD DAY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SkXxwgsJV2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gCU6BKl214o/s72-c/bunga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-3010699552022528793</id><published>2009-06-24T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:25:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A DAY THEY HAVE COLOURED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello hello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;i'm happy?&lt;/span&gt; nope not relly but quite happy. hehe. my day start with a cup of nescafe. no no. i dun really like cafe. contains caffein. hihi. there are lots of things i wana write but i'm not goin to write all. at school, i came late. bla bla bla. then i got into class. suddenly, nyna my dearest said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'sarah, aku ade cite hot!&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; i was wondering what is happening? mas even said to me.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'aku tak buat2'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; defending himself not doing that thing. i dunno what the thing is. and i was like. wats wrong, people? nyna told me, she was the first one that got into the class since i'm late. suddenly, there was a paper. a paper that has been sticked onto the white board. on the paper, someone wrote, paan love sarah forever get married. omg! that is so not true. we've been frends lately. haha.. i dun mind at all coz i know that he never likes me unless as a frend. huh. whats wrong with the person? writing that kind of things. i mean accusing paan and me. apahal lah dgn manusia niee? but obviously, the anonymous is my classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, nyna and i had a conflict with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;lady gagak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. huh. again. she's been so weird lately. huh. wats wrong with that girl? and pls, lady gagak, dun ever blame nyna and i for anything. ok? u started the fire and now lets play with it? come on. i know u r not that weak? are'nt u so super? ko kan cun melecun. haha. mentang2 lah hdg ko mancung, thank to god for giving u a beautiful nose. esk nyna nak serang ko. haha. be prepared. i still remember we used to be bestfrends but u changed a lot shasha. we do really hope you understand this situation. please be mature lahh. u r not a five year old kid. well, i know i'm not that gooood to but at least i'm trying to be a better person. huh. seriously la sha, aku da penat la weyh nasihat ko. u know rite sha i'm not the type of person yg always write bad things about besty in blog but i feel like writing in and i cant keep it alone. and one more thing, as u know, aku ni mmg lembik, not the kind of person yg pandai marah2 org but u still have to respect me as a frend and care about me. every single thing since u r sumone called besty. huh. i guess there's no use for me to talk more and more about this. if u still dun wanna change. its up to u, u are losing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i crap a lot. this week is going to end. many things happened. unlistable? haha. is there any unlistable word? see, aku mmg weird. suke suki create my own word. haha. currently, i made a new sign. insulting sign .&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;'like i care'&lt;/span&gt; and i'm using it. haha. haliza is promoting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; still gonna be myself. like it or not then tell me. i'm not a perfect person. some love me while some dont becus of their own reason. well, its not a major problem to me. like i said, i'm happy with everything that i have . families, frends, classmates, my wackies. i'm trying to be grateful. i have a cozy home to live in. i can eat anything i wish to becus food don work in increasing my weight. i'm not fat. haha. normal. 43. normal kan? i'm not tall too. pretty short. but getting to 160 cm. hahaha. hopefully. i'm a single person and i'm proud of it. who says a girl cant live without a boy. i can. and i'm enjoying it. eventhough i feel lonely sometimes, but there is always tupai be there for me. haha. enough! enough! ape yang telah aku mengarutkan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this saturday is a report card day. but my school named it as academic day. so to all people of wangsa maju 2 high school jemputlah ur parents. haha, to take ur report card. well, me. i guess my dad. so that i can go home early and watch hindustan. hahaha. my results? i'm happy with it. eventhough i did'nt get 9 a's but i've tried my best and i realize to achieve a better results means i have to work extra hard. i got 8 a's and a b. talking about the b grade that has spoiled my results. its math. how come i got b for math? haha. i love math. wee wee. i'm not good at math. and i can feel that i'm getting b for math after i sat for that exam. maybe i've been too playful in pn mastura's class. from now on, i promise to myself to pay attention in class. haha. hopefully yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got home so late today. about 7 sumthing. i got the class tambahan and bla bla bla. bunch of things to do at school just now. so i deciced to go home with my neighbour. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;shefa loya&lt;/span&gt;. we were waiting quite long at the bus stop. waiting for her mom. then picked up zahra from tuition at melawati. seriously, i love the view at melawati. so classy. the view at taman t.a.r too, haha. and so as taman dagang. ceh ceh sape punye rumah tuhh. loya, tu rumah &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;azim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;lahhh. sory ckp pasal die eh loya. i became different when it comes to him. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enough till here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bedtime. wat else? read me a story book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-3010699552022528793?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3010699552022528793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=3010699552022528793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3010699552022528793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3010699552022528793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day-they-have-coloured.html' title='WHAT A DAY THEY HAVE COLOURED?'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-1977716592635454726</id><published>2009-06-21T20:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:00:32.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST ANOTHER MINUTE MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;hey monday!&lt;/span&gt; here i come. u kno what &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;just another minute monday. i wish it was sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. that's song lyrics. dun ask me what song it is. coz u'll never know. its an old song. around 80's. like i said i'm odd. into all these kind of lame songs. anyway, do u know what day is today? sunday of course. a special day? yea it is. a father's day. so long&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;happy father's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all the daddys in the whole world especially to my dad. hihi. we gave him a card. oke wat than not giving anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said: a daddy it's not a father to a child but a loving father to a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow school. doin the same thing over and over again. i'm tired of goin to school. no! i should'nt said that. school is where i belong to. haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sekolahku syurgaku&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; kasut?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;done.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baju?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;done.&lt;/em&gt; everything done accept for hwork. there are some hmwrks i did'nt finish to. after this i think. tomorrow. see the same people again. see all the wackies. haha. see all the weirdos. haha. so as me. i'm in that group too. oh ya! i've been dying to write this in my blog. about the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;swine flu.&lt;/span&gt; there's a form 4 boy who is currently suffering the swine flu. omg! all his classmates have been quarinteeen.haha.( dunno how to spell quarintene). knp skola tak bg cuti for a week hah? why not? to prevent it from menular. haha. but that class. dapat cuti for a week. congrats! what else shd i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just changed my blog song. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the way that i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i did'nt really like ashanti's voice. it's not that good. haha. but its okay lahh. mine is worst. haha. so that's why i picked that&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; instrumental one&lt;/span&gt;. the piano music was super super great. i wish i can play as good as that. haha. dream on. that song isn't meaningful to me at all. but the music bring me somewhere. i dunno where it is. i miss you. u know how much i care? of course not? why shd you? what kind of words im writing? haha. practicing sahaja. haha. holy crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. what else i feel writing about? oh ya. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kkq exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. i keep telling myself to open up and take a look to my kkq book but i dont. kkq exam is just like 2 days more. and i'm still playing around. haha. yesterday, my family and i including my bibik went out to celebrate my youngest baby brother, azim's birthday. happy third birthday azim! i'm as your sista will always love you. not all day long but forever. hihi. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;air dicincang takkan putus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hihi. i'm goood at bahasa melayu idioms? haha. hopefully yea. and i got the highest in class for bahasa melayu for the first time ever.&lt;strong&gt; congrats to me&lt;/strong&gt;. i did'nt me to show off or whatsoever. it's like a happy feeling. dream comes true. hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ape lagi aku nak mengarut? tah lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my computer has recovered. do not get sick again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;p/s: sharifah alawiyah tolong jangan salah sangka lagi. terima kasih. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have just finished all my kerja kursus!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yahooooo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349773079214956338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sj42RW-OHzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ILZ4JnZuQh8/s400/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;one day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-1977716592635454726?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1977716592635454726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=1977716592635454726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1977716592635454726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/1977716592635454726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-another-minute-monday.html' title='JUST ANOTHER MINUTE MONDAY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sj42RW-OHzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ILZ4JnZuQh8/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5660650871004501287</id><published>2009-06-20T16:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:15:32.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A BORING DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's been a week i did't update my blog. i'm sooo bz. doing all the kerja kursus. thank god i've just finished all my kerja kursus. i just read &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nyna's blog&lt;/span&gt;. she wrote about me. i mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;showing her appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; towards me for helping her doing all the keja kursus. that's what frends are rite? helping each other. for me, she's so&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; she is someone called a real frend. she helped me a lot. hehe. shakila daa maju. she had a myspace account finally. with my help. she uploaded few photos. ade satu photo nie. kyla with paan. asl paan npk hensem semacam? haha. ape ape pun, congrats kyla. haha. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;dira, liza, nyna,&lt;/span&gt; we know the truth. its enough just to pretend how much you care about your dearest enemy. haha. enemy kite. diraaa, i regret a lot for doing her that thing. tapi ape kan daya,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; nasi dudaa jadi bubur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha. who cares? ape pun, minah tuh pasti pasti akan seek for u and me. haha . fullstop. no more talking about that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think there is somthing wrong with me. i never gonna admit it but at the deepest part in my heart i knoe its a real thing. i dunno till when i'm gonna pretending like i dont. i relalized how much that thing meant to me. i'm not the lovee dovee type. haha. ya i'm not. haha. when i was in the car jus now, i heard a song. but there are few worls that reallly touched me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when you wake up you're in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i dunno whether its true or not. but i'm not in love. haha. so nootttt.haha. change topic. this is a personal thing i should have never write this kind of thing. suke ati aku lahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg! nxt tuesday! its&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; kkq big examm&lt;/span&gt;. i'm so worrried but i still in front of this comp. haha. u kow what is kkq? its a study about al quran, nabi an all that. tonight i wiilll read that book. i hope so. i'm doing it coz i have to. i'm quite happy lately with everything that happened around me. everything. life is goood enough. results diagnostic. i'm quite happy with it. i feel payed. hehe. lastly, semua penah lelah seperti sudaa membuahkan hasil. and i'm smiling for it. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got addicted to ashanti's song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what a good song she has made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-5660650871004501287?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5660650871004501287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5660650871004501287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5660650871004501287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5660650871004501287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-boring-day.html' title='WHAT A BORING DAY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4571345077243570885</id><published>2009-06-13T16:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:21:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seems like its goin to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;rain rain go away, sarah loya wanna play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. we have plan to go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;swimming again&lt;/span&gt; but its raining. wtv lah. like i can stop the rain? hujan tuh kan rahmat. ape daa. i cant wait to go to school. i've said that so many times before? haha. i know. ni adk aku yg busukk tgh mkn magii. no its not magii mee goreng indon. da la mkn tak ajak aku sengal btul lah. haha. yesterday. another topic. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel so relieved.&lt;/span&gt; thank god. i take this one problem personally. no one knows but finally i did told sumone that causes that problem. rase relieve gle after i threw every single words i've been thinking for a quite long time. he should know that. who knows he can be a better one after this. hopefully lah. he's a frend of mine so why not i hope for his own gooodness, kan? hihi. i dunno since when we've been frends. we're not close. stop. no more talking about that. hujan seems like makin lebat jea. is there anyone out there hoping the rain to stop? i do love rain. especially raining time2 mcm nih. but today, i've got plan. huh. jus go with the flow again. if the rain stop then i'll go. if not stiff home watching &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;misery movie&lt;/span&gt; after this. talking bout misery movie, have u ever watch it? omg. that story? two thumbs up! u should watch. i mean everyone should. it is about this one woman who is so obses with this one author. this author is so popular yet he is a low profile. he doen'nt has any bodyguard. so one day after he has completed his new book entitled misery, he decided to go to ny to publish it. on his way to ny, he had an accident. this woman any wilkes saw him and. watch it lah? u never know how amazing the story is. later at starmovie. another topic. hujan nak stop daa. hihi. hopefully i can go for swimming. haha. actuly, i jus got home from tuition. hmm. nak pmr kan? kene lah tuition. talking about pmr? i got so scared. i dunno wats wrong with me? scare to face an exam. exam never bite. haha. of course. exam dun have teeth. i'm prepared! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;100% percent.&lt;/span&gt; not to face pmr but to face the incoming results. bukak skola. forsure terus dapat result. ready to face the music. as long as i've tried my best to achieve the goals i've set, aku redha je. i've tried my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346734193082867378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjNqa58jnrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HwWeuLYejFo/s400/worried.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sarah's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; face. haha. i know the baby is cuter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736006629137058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjNsEd7rmqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ApZESsA-XP0/s400/new+zealand.jpg" /&gt;i'm away to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. in my night sleep lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;u know how much i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4571345077243570885?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4571345077243570885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4571345077243570885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4571345077243570885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4571345077243570885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-seems-like-its-goin-to-rain.html' title='RAIN'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjNqa58jnrI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HwWeuLYejFo/s72-c/worried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-4707096308192122300</id><published>2009-06-12T20:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:35:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO RELEASE YOUR SAD FEELING? SWIMMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346430451046962082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjJWKyr8U6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/7xYn3M7lgRg/s400/emma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;emma roberts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;superrrhotttt!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not like so a big fan of her. but i'm still a fan of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love the way she carries herself. that's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; again. haha. being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wacko &lt;/span&gt;again as usual. yesterday incident? forget it. like i can. ya of course i can. a small thing. i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;like making a mountain in a mole hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; haha. but i'm still hoping for his change. still hoping and always waiting. mengarut je aku nih. haha. let me tell you how was my day. not interested to read? like i care.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this is my blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; aku punye suke lahh nak tulis ape. hahaha. kidding. not interested? tell me. i'll change the way i'm writing. i woke up and saw my baby in my arm. awww. baby adik lahh. suddenly, my beloved handphone vibrated. aloya send me a call-me-back. luckily, credit aku tgh masyuk boleh la aku membazir sket call ko. haha. rupe-rupenye die nak ajak aku &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swim.&lt;/span&gt; okeh la. i agreed. nak tunggu pukul 5 ptg tuh. i watched tv. nancy drew. who is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nancy drew&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emma robert&lt;/span&gt;. who is emma robert? my fav hollywood actress so far. that movie? oke la. not bad. pukul 5 pulak mcm nak hujan. don tell me its goin to rain. i said that few times. and thanked god it was'nt raining. no no. kat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ukay perdana&lt;/span&gt; was raining plus lightning but kat&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; uia&lt;/span&gt; takk. ktorg pegi la swim. i changed to my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; swimming suit&lt;/span&gt; of course. takkan nak pakai shirt? loya cakap aku kedinggg.hahahahaha. am i loya? haha. she also said muke aku mcm gong chan. hahaha. x la weyh. si gong chan tuh hensem la ngek. ktorg pun swim. i'm quite tired. loyah tak penat langsunggg. ye la she is the silater. aku nih bukan pa pe. that's why tak de stamina. it's been quite a long time tak jumpe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;tupai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; oh tupai! not falling into him. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346429084852934514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjJU7RN513I/AAAAAAAAAOY/4lVWIcYl3RY/s400/swimming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to the girl that swim with me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; u are in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha kidding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 more days&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back to school!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-4707096308192122300?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4707096308192122300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=4707096308192122300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4707096308192122300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/4707096308192122300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-release-your-sad-feeling-swim.html' title='HOW TO RELEASE YOUR SAD FEELING? SWIMMING'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjJWKyr8U6I/AAAAAAAAAOg/7xYn3M7lgRg/s72-c/emma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7895938843740325604</id><published>2009-06-11T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:50:17.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEP DESPAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;im not in the mood becus of that incident. loya sahaja yg tau. i rarely got &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.i take all the probs easily but this one, i've tried too but it does'nt work that much. i dun need ways to solve this prob becus its not even a prob. its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heart thing&lt;/span&gt;. i cant be this weak. so what should i do? faking a smile. maybe. i'm goood at that. i've been told many times i'm a drama queen. haha. am i? should i take that as a compliment or a humilation. both i guess. who knows one day i'll be an actress. being an actress is fun what. with all the gems aroud my neck. haha. see i start to berangan. haha. its not a big deal. perhaps. with squirell help i'll be fine. i knew it i'll be fine. dun say dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i write in a purple becus it shows the sadness in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346058902152357362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjEEPzMbJfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DSVX9ww8f7g/s400/,,,,.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;better i go and get a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;vanilla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: where is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;squirell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the wild lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my day start with a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;big big smile.&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sun &lt;/span&gt;was smiling to me too. the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;cloud&lt;/span&gt; waving and say hi too. i hope for a happy day and it is a happy day until that incident. i wont write. wanna know? ask me but i wont tell. never.loya should'nt know too but she's the one that has unveil the truth. well, i should thanked her.i changed my blog song. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cant smile without you.&lt;/span&gt; that song isn't that meaningful for me. i hope so. but i like the music.ya like i said i'm a lame. deal with it. but at home, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;what a perfect day.&lt;/span&gt; everyone is just as fine as i wish tooo. awww, so why should i be sad? family first, next frends. my frends are fine too. wahai bintang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dudu&lt;/span&gt;, rindu oh kat ko. haha. miss world pun. lame tak menggedik dgn die. we used to sing together. lagi2 lagu womaniser. haha. did i spell womaniser correctly. nant marah pulak &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nyna &lt;/span&gt;spears. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haliza&lt;/span&gt; ni pun same, tak sayang aku. sory lmbt reply babe. malam ni kte msg2 ckp pasal shah rukh khan aku. haha. im fine now. gettin better. esk friday, left 3 days more. then, holiday is over bak to skool but oke wat? seeing all those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wacko people.&lt;/span&gt; wacko wacko people, u kno i love u? ahahaha. no no no. its been quite a long time aku tak nampak si jawa to techtonik. haha. titanic. si G-E-L-A-B-A-H. haha.others? acap with his stupid jokes. peah, the way she got mad&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i miss every single thing about 3 wangsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; awww. that's sweet. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7895938843740325604?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7895938843740325604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7895938843740325604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7895938843740325604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7895938843740325604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi.html' title='DEEP DESPAIR'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjEEPzMbJfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DSVX9ww8f7g/s72-c/,,,,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7987460580957313754</id><published>2009-06-11T09:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:52:16.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORNING WORLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjBps9zIrQI/AAAAAAAAANo/LWW8IAKNbyA/s1600-h/FSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888978912980226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjBps9zIrQI/AAAAAAAAANo/LWW8IAKNbyA/s320/FSCN0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;being a girl like me isn't always easy.cant u see how freak i am? haha. i create my own world. i made my own my fairytales. life is not that fair, nowadays, but i make it fair. i dun mind being an anonymous in the school.who cares? as long as i got them, life is good enough. if i keep thinking about all those unfair things, never end. so its better for me just to be me. i never gonna change the real me for everyone. if it is a bad thing then i'll change. but when it comes to what i like, anything about me. sorry not. i'm still gonna be a girl who loves those lammeee songs. who cares? i'm not a brave person who can fight easily, maybe becus of that, i've always been dumbed. i know im not perfect. so not. so please please accept me as who i am.is that so hard? no rite. well, i can say i judge the book by its cover sometimes. but i'm trying not to anymore. another thing about me is, i dun talk about the other side of my life so dun think i dun have any probs. who knows, behind all these smiles?when i pretend to fool my dearest, i wonder if they know its just a show? i'm on a stage, day night i go through my charades, how can i disguise whats is my mind? life is hard enough so be prepared to face it. currently, im trying to be a better person with my loved ones help. as i grow up, i learn many things, about family's love, real frends, love at the first sight. so enjoy ur life, feel happy and proud to be urself are the keys to a happy perfect life my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;. i dunno wats wrong with me becus in sudden i'm like so eager updating my blog. but dunno what to write. maybe i should write this:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; pmr is 115 days more.&lt;/span&gt; according to my countdown. and it's true. pmr is gettin nearer and me? i should work way harder. come on its just a three letter exam. PMR. haha. some says that. but for me pmr menentukan masa depan. becus i wish to go to boarding school where i can concentrate more on my priority. its not like i dunno how to manage my time but there are tv, internet, mall, handphone, what else? i'm not a person with a strong heart that can avoid all these things. now, i talk &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;crappy crappy things&lt;/span&gt;. should i? haha. not again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is 11/6. and my last post before pmr is gonna be on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;first of july&lt;/span&gt;. since that day, i've promised to myself not to surf the internet anymore even touch the computer. so my last post will br as long as my hair. haha. no no. i'll write down everything i was thinking. then the same day after pmr i'll post a longer post than my last post. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talking about crap again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; no problem with that rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;harry potter&lt;/span&gt; is just around the corner. everyone knows that. dont tell me you dont know. most of the people, i've met is so into the hero. who else? mr potter lah. but me. i prefer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;ronald weasley&lt;/span&gt;. ala si rupert grint tuh. he's cute. he has cute personality and everything about him is cute. i'm still thinking whether i should go and watch that movie. first, it might wasting my time. maybe. baik pegi beli cetak rompak je. secondly, i have watched all the hp series in cinema so i should go. next. it is on july. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;july darling&lt;/span&gt; but come on its just a day. huh. i need more time to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most greatest person-family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the person sacrifice the most for me-mom of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the person worked hard the most for me- whp else? dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the person inspired me the most- i, myself and me. get that? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most perfect bestie-amanina azimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most loyal frend-shasha efendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most helpful-nadhirah hani salman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most understanding frend-haliza suhaimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most beautiful person ever-deborah priya henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most wonderful place-new zealand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the song inspired me the most-what about now by daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the person i miss the most-them, awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the person i hate the most-no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most greatest thing on the earth-food lahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;the most nicest guy-azim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*uncomplete most list*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-now i understand what u try to say me, how u sufferes from ur sanity how u try to set them free. they would not listen and they're not listening....-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lyrics lahhh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-7987460580957313754?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/7987460580957313754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=7987460580957313754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7987460580957313754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/7987460580957313754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/morning-world.html' title='MORNING WORLD'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SjBps9zIrQI/AAAAAAAAANo/LWW8IAKNbyA/s72-c/FSCN0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-3967107128061938797</id><published>2009-06-04T20:13:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:55:09.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ahlan wasahlan&lt;/span&gt; to all especially &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sharifah alawiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ahlan wasahlan means welcome)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to others:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;good evening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's 8 sumthing. evening rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;continue with what i'm goin to write. firstly. thanks sahabat sahabat 3 w. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;epit. acap. hadi. dira. nyna. peah. liza. kimi.&lt;/span&gt; kerana memberi pengalaman. hahaha. korang pun tau wat is it , rite? untung aku pegi clas arab.&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; experienced new thangg&lt;/span&gt;. aizam. the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nasi lemak besss!&lt;/span&gt; hihi. next time buat lg tau. hehe. i want two. hihi. ye la . aku nih kan food hunter. i got this one major major major problem. i wannnnna be thin but at the same time i do eat a lot. u kno what i meant rite? thank god, lately nih ade human being called &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;loyah&lt;/span&gt; slalu ajak aku main badminton. thx Thx. nant kalau aku kurus aku bg ko&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; surat penghargaan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.tomorrow &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;friday. friday friday&lt;/span&gt; on the way. this week holiday is coming to an end. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no no no!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes yes yes!&lt;/span&gt; i'm quite bored stiff home duin nothing &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;. myspacing. blogging. messaging. watching tv.&lt;/span&gt; frankly, the first week holiday aku tak memanfaatkan denga baek. hihi. f.y.i &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love the frankly&lt;/span&gt; word i use most of the time. find new word, which is the same meaning as frankly. i'll use it but make sure it will sound as gooood as frankly. kah kah kah. so so wat am i goin to do tomorrow morning. start with this. bsh kst skola aku yg da hitam tuh then mandi breakfast ... ya. watch camp rock! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;camp rock!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;again?&lt;/span&gt; ya ya of course. i love that movie. and sing along. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;this is the real. this is me. i'm exactly where i'm suppose to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; noe. okay2 enough sarah! nant hujan. its good wat of it is raining. baru bea tdo at nite. kan kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;third paragraph... ceh ceh mcm buat essay. me doing essay? wat a good thing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;give me a clap.&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. i wanna tell about this beautiful girl. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;demi lovato.&lt;/span&gt; i'm addicted to her. haha. nope she just seem so &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;perrrrfect &lt;/span&gt;in my eyes? dun u think so? &lt;em&gt;she got cute nose. pretty teeth. sweet face. hot body. nice smile.&lt;/em&gt; everything just seem so perfect. wish i could be her. i'm saying that? omg. that's &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt;. cancel. i'm happy to be me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;a little smiling girl who is eating vanilla ice cream. with a cherry on the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. whatever it is demi lovato. memang hot. but not as hot as deborah priya lah. i read thestar paper jus now. have u read about the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;miss malaysia 2009.&lt;/span&gt; i'm interested in reading about all this miss world thing. the girl her name is forgot lah. but she is mix with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;chinese and indian.&lt;/span&gt; her face? i can say &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;she's pretty one.&lt;/span&gt; the interesting part i read about her was.&lt;em&gt; she came &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;from a simple and poor family. her family live in sabah in a small village. her parents are more likely a farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. u knoe wat? she's a really&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; low profile person&lt;/span&gt; which makes me respect her. she even admit she did'ni speak english that well so she is currently learning at this english centre. she is so happy when she got a scholarship becus she was like really really want to continue her study but since her family can't afford that's why she has been waiting for a scholarship. for me, all this beauty paegent thing is not about all the look but the way u carry your self. so far. i do respect this new miss malaysia and&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; deborah priya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;look is useless without maneerss. i dun have look and i'm not a good person.and all i'm trying to do is to be a better one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a perfect teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRESENTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEMI LOVATO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343457356748778914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SifGJ7V1baI/AAAAAAAAANI/oFYbLpVwcdc/s400/demi+lovato.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHASHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we love you. semoga panjang umur and get 9as in pmr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dr. sarah mraz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;miss world nyna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cik dira dudu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;haliza bulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-3967107128061938797?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/3967107128061938797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=3967107128061938797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3967107128061938797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/3967107128061938797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahlan-wasahlan-to-all-that-read-my-blog.html' title='TODAY STORY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SifGJ7V1baI/AAAAAAAAANI/oFYbLpVwcdc/s72-c/demi+lovato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-863669640417017155</id><published>2009-06-02T20:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:28:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY OH HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hello and hello!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dun really know&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; why&lt;/span&gt; am i updating my blog. oh ya. i did this&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt; private blog&lt;/span&gt; which i'm the only one that can read that blog. sounds&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but cool lah. i can talk about anything that i want. more like a diary. an online diary. waa waa waa. its not like im not telling the truth at this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;black blog&lt;/span&gt; but i dun write things which im not suppose to . e.g love life. mr crush. enemies. hatred and angres. all i'm writing at this black blog are the great things in life. one more thing. it's not like i'm potraying a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;perfect little girl&lt;/span&gt; but i dun dun dun like people to know the other side of my life lah. sort of like that. but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;who cares?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuti cuti aku yang sangat memboringkan.&lt;/span&gt; amar is home. he's a frend anyway. i never wrote even a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;single tiny thing&lt;/span&gt; about him. i dun know if he is a frend of mine or not. sumtimes he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;complimented&lt;/span&gt; me, sumtimes he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;advices &lt;/span&gt;me but at the same time he &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;talk bad&lt;/span&gt;( i guess). he's weird.a real weird one. but he's okay. i think he has a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;crush on my pretttttttty&lt;/span&gt; frend nyna. he wanted to ask nyna out but nyna said she wont go without me so amar was like. sarah please go. hahaha. but good thing about amar nih. eventhough we're like hating each other he did text me or even call me sumtimes. okeh. caya lah amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;enemy sejati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this one is about my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;korean look frend&lt;/span&gt;. sape tuh name die&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;haziq&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; he look like this korea actor. name die name die. sape ah? oh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;kwon sang woo&lt;/span&gt;. i sent him the youtube link to ask him to watch that korean song video. he did. haha. he said mata tak same. his eyes are&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though still loooook alike. that. nyna si cantik and i were the first one that realiz that haziq look like kwon sang woo. haha. bannge la enn ko haziq. haha. si haziq nih pun satu kalau nak ajak aku kuar bukan nak bagtau earlier so next time bgtau &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; so aku bleh plan.: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my bababybyby brother is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;home.&lt;/span&gt; he is currently staying in this new hostel. this sbp. good stay there. dun be a bad one like me later . ko pun tau tau kan ape nasib ko. adikku? he learns the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;france language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there. bagus2 learns as many language as u can. aku &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bleh3 languages je but kau bleh 4.&lt;/span&gt; waaa bagus. im not proud of u anyway. hahahah. jangan prasan ehh. later if u read this marah plak enn. so i'm proud of you. since my bro is home so ape lagi. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;talk talk talk n talk la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; f.y.i we're close. really close i guess. currently he is teaching me how to solve the cube yg pusing2 tuh. tau la ko pandai enn. but onr thing passal die nih. die nih memboros sangat tak tau nak berjimat cermat. hari2 nak berbelanja. huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;lantak ko la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow i got arab class. at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; 8!&lt;/span&gt; awal kan? memang awal gle. tomorow i feel like having breakfast with them. kat mane ah? kat warung tu je la. kat mane ag.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la. but kat situ byk catttts. aku takut kucing. nvrmind i know how to handle this. relax. take it easy. tomorrow plan aku mcm2. i want to finish all my kerjas kursus works. hihi. thank god ade human being like shera who non stop tolong aku. supposely aku letak name ko kat &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;penghargaan.&lt;/span&gt; tak pe la. kat blog pun oke wat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; credits to shera ibrahim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you shahira shahira yang baek dan cantek.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;addition: i'm not that addicted to ms anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-863669640417017155?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/863669640417017155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=863669640417017155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/863669640417017155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/863669640417017155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-and-hello-i-dun-really-know-why.html' title='HOLIDAY OH HOLIDAY'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5365221024604757488</id><published>2009-05-30T16:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:55:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLA BLA BLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SiDyHJCHCxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OzHMG2HT9sY/s1600-h/llak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341535362559183634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SiDyHJCHCxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OzHMG2HT9sY/s400/llak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haliza&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dudu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nyna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;shasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;good evening and good evening&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first of all, congrats to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;sophiah atiqah bt. mohd salehuddin&lt;/span&gt;. her dream comes true. finally. her parents gave her &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;w350 sont ericson&lt;/span&gt; for her birthday. she was omg craving for a new hp. sick of ur old one darling? i think so. and u also have downloaded my current fav song.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dead and gone by j.t and t.i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; okeh2 good sophiah. bring your phone everyday again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: take good care of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another story. the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hari guru celebration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; before recess. boring. why? too many perutusan. perutusan prime minister la tu lah ni lah. After recess best. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;karoeke with teachers. fashion show. ib perfomance and byk2 lagi&lt;/span&gt; haihh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dudu. bulu and i&lt;/span&gt; were talking . about many many things. one of them. about this one girl in my class. we did'nt like her but i can still blend in with her. i'm more like a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on to her. so what? same goes as her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;about her. this is the smallest font. this is a bad thing. ok ok. she is a girl which seems so good in front of the teachers. she even act like she is so perfect. cant she realize how much people hate her. everyone are being quite nice becus they are using her becus of her brain. she keep telling us to be a better person but she is so not. not at all. i hate her so much sometimes. i'm quite nice to her. i'm telling the truth. as time goes by. she wanted to be hot. i guess. she said once to me. 'we don't need a hp. hp is not good for us' but now she's using it and i think so that she cn't live without it. she said 'aku risau la hp aku kat rumah' and the worst thing she started to layan all those anonymous that messaged her. and noe . she is desperate for ms. she want it so much so that die tak ketinggalan zamal all these latest news. ye la. dudu and i are the one who told her about all the latest news. she said she dun want to hear about benda yang we did'nt really knoe whether it is true or ot. but she lovesssss gossiping. i think she is obses with the karaoy. fida. bella. sume2 tu ah. addicted to them or maybe she want to be like them. tah lah. i dun know what is wrong with her try to act so perfect but the same time getting worst. huhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;semoga kawan aku kembali ke pangkal jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have jus unveiles the truth. i heard about something i have never expected to . e.g: the real people of my class. and i knew things that made me felt guilty. i was so mean to that person but he was so good to me. i'm not that mean la but sometimes he is so annoying. huh. and i cant stand it. lately. i think i am quite ok with him. he even hurt my feelings sometimes. but sometimes he is like a super super good friend to me. so i dun know what should i do. dun wanna think about it. let the time tells what will hapeennn. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;aloya&lt;/span&gt; ni pun satu. aku da ajak die pegi maen&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;badminton&lt;/span&gt; tp die plak semangat sgt nak pegi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;silat.&lt;/span&gt; go go go to your silat thing. haha. i know u love silat and wanna be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pesilat2 negara&lt;/span&gt;. kan? hahaha. aliza ni pun same. 3.30 td tanye what is my blog url. i replied 7 minutes later. and die tak jadi nak usha2 blog aku. ape pun haliza nih best. if she is not there . x de sape nak gaduh ngn aku. kan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;liza bulu&lt;/span&gt;? name ko dalam hp aku pun liza bulu aku ingat nak tuka&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;liza doraemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. boleh? boleh la. tp haliza ni kedeng. ngn aku pun tak nak msg. ni aku da tak de message partner da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;FINISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5402332554736269390-5365221024604757488?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5365221024604757488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5365221024604757488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5365221024604757488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5365221024604757488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-left-haliza.html' title='BLA BLA BLA'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/SiDyHJCHCxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OzHMG2HT9sY/s72-c/llak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-6015965558372340122</id><published>2009-05-28T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:00:55.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm posting a&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;new post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again today. u kow what its like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;miracle.&lt;/span&gt; why? my internet connection &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laju&lt;/span&gt; gle tonite. this shows yg internet tu da&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kat aku. kan? internet ni &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;malu&lt;/span&gt; nak confess yg die rindu aku. hihihi. seriously i dun know wat to write. aku suda&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ketandusan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ideas. huh. weyh bg aku idea. come on. okeh2 i know wat to write. facts about me. okeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;1. i'm jason mraz's future wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. i cut my nails every sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;3. i'm a fan of oldies stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;4. i'm not really up to date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;5. my frends called me susu basi when i was primary. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;6. i dun cry for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;7. i dun take love seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;8. i'm so into new zealand. everything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;9. i wear spects. but not in public. during class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;10. i eat a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;11.1'm 43-44 kg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;12. i think i grew 2 cm maybe about 157 cm. i'm not tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;13. i wear high heels. 8 cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;14. i cry for stupid things. e.g:pensel hilang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;15. i would like to be a cardiologist paeditrician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;16. studying in victoria uni of wellington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;17. my fav subjects are science and math. nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;18. i do support all this saving mother earth thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;19. the most beautiful girl i've ever seen deborah priya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;20. my dream car: bmw 7 series. white solid colour with tinted windows. oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;21. i love vanilla. i eat vanilla ice cream only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;22. ice blended vanilla in front of my school. super mouth watering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;23.my frends said i got sense of humour. hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;24. i dun trust guys. should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;25. i hate watching love stories in cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;26. i love maggi too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;27.the only malaysian artist that i like is maya karin . guy: ashraff muslim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;28. i love emma roberts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;29. this is my birthday date. 29 of mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;30. i learn arab in school but i feel odd speaking in arab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31. i prefer english than b. melayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;32. the motto of my life: do the best because you are the best so u deserve the best. frankly, the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;33. i'll do anything to make my dream comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;34. i love to laugh. according to a research, laughing makes you feel younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;35. i love to look like a mature but the way i'm thinking is like a 10 years old kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;36. i enjoy my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;37. i can crush 100 guys in the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;38. i sleep with the lights on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;39. i love a low profile person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;40. i'm addicted to piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;41. i'm addicted to guitarist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;42. my fav ice cream . new zealand natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;43. i've listed down 100 things to do in life. 5 are completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;44. the first time i got 1st place in study was at asrama. hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;45. i'm not good at sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;46. i can be so girlish sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. i'm a particular person especially when it comes to cleanliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;48. i care about my health. all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;49. i love my self and i love the way i are. everyone should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;50. last one: i'm always lucky in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-6015965558372340122?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/6015965558372340122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=6015965558372340122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6015965558372340122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/6015965558372340122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/05/again.html' title='AGAIN'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-2014903748944095252</id><published>2009-05-27T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:34:34.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exam da habis. i know i'm not suppose to be happy coz &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;makin dekat eventhough &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;diagnostic&lt;/span&gt; baru sahaja habis . continue with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; stories. macam2 happy stories ade dalam kepala otak aku nih. the kenduru thing. the visiting thing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;unlistable&lt;/span&gt;. haha . i'm making my own word again. hihihi.banyak sangat story happened. i've wrote that but i'm writing that again. ape la aku nih. hehe have you listen to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;gaga's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;poker face acoustic version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . omg! bes gle. every part. i love it . so much. i'm currently posting. ya i know u'm doing it. shd i write anyway. and i've uploaded new photo at myspace. a picca with&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; haliza&lt;/span&gt; gla. lek a liza. kalau ko bace jgn a marah. hehe. aku pun gle gak. aku tau. haha. haliza ni . aku selalalalalu sangat gaduh dgn die. my day is not perfect kalau tak gado ngn m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inah sorang nih. da la ktorg share jantung hati. she said hahahaha. aku&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;tak batak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la weyh kat die. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;not my type&lt;/span&gt; la liza oi. ahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A visit to ustazah's ros house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari yang tersangatla panasnye. super hot. i'm with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; baju kurung. makin panas la. i'm sweating. and i hate that feeling. you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka mereka yang hadir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haliza&lt;/span&gt; - baju kurung biru . sgt anggun / nya: baju kurung oren . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;preeetty! / epit- this one i can say. sumpah stylo! epit mmg stylo la. with his branded clothes. he bring along his dcslr(if im not mistaken). / yol- die ni plg simple . hee / paan- he's quite cute. with new zealand shirt. / dira- kawan aku paling jelita. aku jeles do. hahaha. bangge ar tu /nik's family / acap- otai / malas la nak tulis lagi. i've complimented them but aku tak risau they gonna read this. they did'nt even know that i got this blog. heee heee / putri - we said over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy teacher's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy teacher's day dear teacher-teacher ku. thx for every  single thing teachers. i love you. we do have to appreciate them . kan kan? say yes. eventhough cikgu tuh make up over. ugly ke. jahat ke. ape ape ke. we stiiiilll have to respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teachers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pn norasah: terima kasih sebab ajar bm. cikgu terbaik. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;teacher rafidah: you are great. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pn mastura: cikgu math terhebat! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;teacher hanum: cikgu puteh yang lemah lembut dan baik =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;uztazah asma': ustazah yang sangat penyabar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ustazah ros: uztazah pal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ing sporting =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cik shuhaibah: a superb sejarah teacher.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pn norainon: cikgu yang cantik manis yang baik =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pn norliza: cikgu kh tersporting =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cik bariah: cikgu yang sporting =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;puan erni: cikgu yang sangat cantik dan baek =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cikgu shahila (last yer class teacher)  da ade baby.&lt;br /&gt;congrats cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nyna said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today yuma lepak ngn ktorg. aku malu ngn die. hehehe. aku control ayu. malu doh. comel burung antu aku. walaupun yuma muke macam burung antu aku tetap suke die. gurau je. dulu la. kesian sarah shah rukh khan tak datang. die tgk mu lawan barca. hihi. finally barca menang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peah said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyla just read the bad things i wrote about her. she deserved that. tu la bajet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pious&lt;/span&gt; lagi. people around pun tak suke die. aku memang nak die bace. pun. geramnye aku kat die. da la jahat. bukannye bagos. aku tau la aku ni jahat tp at least aku ten times better than her. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the last day of exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;kh is the last subject for exam. saat saat terakhir . gembiranya. hehehe. aku cite hot hot kat peah pasal life aku ngn jason mraz. pastu si mas tuh die ckp aku berangan . who knows one day aku marry ngn die and become a millionaire. live at wellington. build a mansion at auckland. own an apple farm. bes weyh. then got 4 kids. geek in the pink. bella luna. im yours. lucky. comel2 my kids name. then everyday naik flight balik malaysia. ye la aku kan doctor yg currently working in hkl. im a cardiologist paeditrician. ceh ceh. hehehe. aku nak tumpahkan jasa n bakti kepada malaysian yg tercinta. no matter how much i love new zealand , malaysia still at the first place in my heart. i lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;ve malaysia! heee heeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: rekaan se&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;mata mata except for malaysia thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ashuru farhun was surrur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so haaaapppy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY HOLIDAY PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAVE A GREAT TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sh4848u0ZYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kb2F2oSDTNU/s1600-h/ppppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sh4848u0ZYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kb2F2oSDTNU/s400/ppppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340773157180827010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5402332554736269390-2014903748944095252?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/2014903748944095252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=2014903748944095252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2014903748944095252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/2014903748944095252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-moment.html' title='HAPPY MOMENT'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sh4848u0ZYI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kb2F2oSDTNU/s72-c/ppppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-5423311254901436356</id><published>2009-05-23T17:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:29:16.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/ShfOiBMq5wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T2UkzOBwpHk/s1600-h/POK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338962967103465218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/ShfOiBMq5wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T2UkzOBwpHk/s400/POK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/ShfODIUPMTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Sz7_HIiWQEU/s1600-h/%5BPAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338962436438307122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/ShfODIUPMTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Sz7_HIiWQEU/s400/%5BPAS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;suicide story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; evening after school. nyna and i thought of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; at the school library. mathematic . but unfortunately. the&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cannot be use . huh. so went up to the class. study math kat class. then i went to nyna's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; to take my stuff. we walked sambil gelak2. haha. ktorg sampai at the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;ground floor&lt;/span&gt;. kat tempat lift tuh. but then. so many people there. diorg berkumpul tgk ape tah. we were curious. wondering what is happening. tapi aku npk kotak je. i asked the uncle. and he said ade orang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;bunuh diri&lt;/span&gt;, gila ah! i got nearer and saw&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. omg! i never even seen a dead body. ni nampak a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dead body&lt;/span&gt; bunuh diri. ktorg pun naek atas to see clearer. with my spects help i saw that. baju that girl koyak. for me. bodoh gle that girl. maybe it is becus boyfriend? study? wateverla . who am i to involve. tibe2 i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;cant breathe&lt;/span&gt; . omg! panic gle. ni sume pasal benda tuh la. huh. i got into nyna's house and take a seat. relax. and everything is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fine!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt; masih lagi berlangsung . huh. busy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;. i guess. poyo je . exam semua &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt;2 belaka. of cos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;diagnostic&lt;/span&gt; kan? i feel down sometimes thinking i did'nt did my best . i think. but one thing build up my confidence. i got A for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;arab&lt;/span&gt;. hihi. i'm not that proud of it. but of cos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. who does'nt happy of getting A? everyone does. okeh tuh je for the exam slot. hopefully . i got 9 a's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not about me making a new myspace. myspace yg da sedia ade ni pun tak terlarat nak online. ni pasal darling aku yang tercantik buat myspace.&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/475551636"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;nyna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;la. she had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. finally. congrats dear! so skrg both of us ade myspace. i put her at the first place kat myspace so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;jason mraz&lt;/span&gt; aku da jatuh takhta. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got to go. hakim adk aku da jadi gile . cannot wait his turn to use the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the unlucky part of me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;END OF STORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S:&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAVILLION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/5402332554736269390-5423311254901436356?l=sarahfairytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5423311254901436356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5402332554736269390&amp;postID=5423311254901436356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5423311254901436356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5402332554736269390/posts/default/5423311254901436356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahfairytales.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-post.html' title='A  POST'/><author><name>SARAH SHUHAINOR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10459643785433561752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/TN6cSBC8ZjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/mfhW-CdtGzI/S220/a4copyretro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/ShfOiBMq5wI/AAAAAAAAAKw/T2UkzOBwpHk/s72-c/POK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5402332554736269390.post-7779791787775880125</id><published>2009-05-15T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:21:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOPHIAH'S LOVE STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nik nadhirah farhana sahabat terhebat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sg1diLf3LWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GiQvDVPqS9g/s1600-h/dirasara-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336023975287270754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5y1Ry3bDig/Sg1diLf3LWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GiQvDVPqS9g/s400/dirasara-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today might be one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;saddest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sophiah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i feel odd writing sophiah . peah je la. coz i'm used to call her with that name. she just broke up with her bf. she wanted the relationship to come to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. peah asked me for help. like pretending like i'm her on the phone while talking with her bf. we wanted to do that last few days but many problems melanda. so i called her bf after school today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, her bf. did picked up the phone. so i'm peah . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;:ni afiq? sory kalau fea ganggu. fea ada sumthing important nak bgtau afiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt;:ape fea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;:fea rase kte kene break . coz afiq dah ade org baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;afiq&lt;/span&gt;:tak afiq ade fea je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*continue with mustaqim, mas and paan . peah's new bfs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i did'nt really get what they were talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;suami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; la. sabun &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la . &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kb mall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. area &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;setiawangsa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ape dorg ckp pun aku tak faham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frankly, it was&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pranking peah's bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he served that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dear peah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dun be sad . u'll get used to it. he's nothing la. its better go and chase adam your ex tuh. haha. kan? haha i know u'll read this. eventhough at your home no internet service. bukak kat your hp. no wonder your bill reached 200++ haha dasyat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sincerely from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss new zealand (u know who's that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exam next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exam next week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;exam next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exam bext week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;exam next week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's no use writing the same thing many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i gotta do something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asking stupid thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;go and study lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i'm writng arabic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;man jadda wa jadda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;siapa berusaha pasti bejaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:
