<?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-6533362355800066702</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:58:25.049+08:00</updated><category term='Journal'/><category term='Precious'/><category term='University Stuff'/><category term='Hormones'/><category term='Expression and Poem'/><category term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Syahirah Azmi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-7495556854952005985</id><published>2012-02-11T15:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T20:47:10.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Pal</title><content type='html'>Hi, this is my best friend/buddy/pal/girlpreng. Her name is Amalina and she just left me yesterday for Melbourne, Australia to pursue her studies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfd9TIsdiLg/TzXgGg7TJZI/AAAAAAAABB4/ktlhLtu0BM4/s1600/Amalina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfd9TIsdiLg/TzXgGg7TJZI/AAAAAAAABB4/ktlhLtu0BM4/s320/Amalina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent her off to the airport yesterday with her family and it was such a nice yet gloomy farewell. Everybody cried except me because I was too depressed to cry and so I ended up not crying. Story of my life har-har-har sho fannii. I purposely didn't wear any makeup because I didn't want the mascara *coughs* and eyeliner *coughs* to smudge when I cry, but apparently there wasn't even friggin' single tear coming out from my eyeballs when she was about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think back through, it's not that shocking or big of a deal that I didn't cry because this isn't the first time she 'left' me. Haha. You see, we've known each other since we were 11 and we became close and best friends ever since. I think when we were about 12-13, she had to move to Dhaka, Bangladesh and that was our first time going through our long-distance relationship. HA-HA-HA. No, seriously. Then every time she got back to Malaysia during holidays, we would spend time together as much as we could because we're so cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2007, she finally stated and confirmed that she was going to stay in Malaysia for good and of course, I was the happiest person on earth to receive that kind of news. As usual, we would literally spend our time together like nobody's business especially during the times I had finished my PMR. Then on 2008, she went to this normal local high school, and when I thought everything was about to become normal and easy again, suddenly she broke a news telling that she had to move to Bahrain, Saudi Arabia (pulok dah). I was devastated because...duhh, she's my only friend that I could actually talk about everything and now she's leaving, again. Being an ohsem friend that I already am, I followed the whole crew of her family to the airport to say goodbye and believe it or not, I cried like a ninja when she was about to leave...and I continue crying once I reached home....in the toilet...for weeks... Ye memang, kena dump dengan kawan ni lagi sedih rasanya daripada kena dump by your boyfriend sebenarnya. TRUE STORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue our long distance friendship as we used to, talking via Skype, email, Facebook etc. As time goes by, she finally stated and confirmed (again) that she's going to return for good towards the end of 2010. FINALLY. I was content again, to have her in my life in a normal way again awww. I was in my last days in UiTM during that time, and once I finished a semester there, of course, we spent time like we normally did and this time, with the presence of a car hahaha. Yeah mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was in the middle of my semester in UIA, she's already in Intec taking Ausmat. Ever since we got into universities, especially in the different ones, we rarely or hardly see each other that often anymore because of the study schedules. We couldn't even spend our time together on the weekends because we have this priority to be with our family on the weekends. But we still contact and babble to each other on the phone, the whole time though, so I guess it didn't really make any difference LOL. Then after a year of doing her Ausmat and finishing my Foundation, we both had a quite long semester break and plus, our houses are not that far away, so you could just imagine how'd it go like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I just started my degree at here in Gombak and she's doing hers in Melbourne, Australia. So my point of this whole story is, I didn't cry because I already get used of getting left by/ ditinggalkan/ dibiarkan/ di-forever-alone-kan. HAHAHAHAHA. Basically, I'm normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to miss her though that now we have to go through the long-distance friendship again. Lepas ni tak ada orang dah nak teman keluar pergi JCO or McD when I randomly feel like eating especially minum green tea blended. How about concerts? The last concert that we went together was Foster The People. No more random activities during sleepovers like turun tangga slide guna tilam at 12 am in the morning. No more braces appointment with youuuuuuuu. No more roti canai at BRJ with youuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-7495556854952005985?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7495556854952005985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7495556854952005985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2012/02/pal.html' title='Pal'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tfd9TIsdiLg/TzXgGg7TJZI/AAAAAAAABB4/ktlhLtu0BM4/s72-c/Amalina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-8195723496814044919</id><published>2012-02-10T00:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:47:53.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>1. When a person who knows you so well had to leave you behind for good reasons. Part of you is happy because you have always wanted them to succeed. While the other part is trying to accept the fact that their veiled presence is the only thing you will face for the next days/months/years to come, till you finally adapt it well enough. It may take for a while, but a process is still a process, enduring the absence is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When a person who you have known like the back of your hand suddenly has changed because of other people who they even barely know. Those laughter and secrets that you used to share begin to disappear. The familiar silence turns awkward, the random conversation starts to fade away and communication becomes unnecessary. The 'cool friends' seem to make them happier rather than you, yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Those people who you ignored because of your own selfishness. You tend to remember them every time you are in a misery. How you wished you could turn back time to undo the things you have done. Those moments when you started to realize that they would be the most caring people on earth when you're facing woes, if it wasn't because of your own prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Those past memories that you either want to keep, hide or forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Those certain people who just seem not to understand about how the world really works. The world is already ahead and above of them yet they still seem to be ungrateful and asking for more. Complaining is the only smartest thing or wise action that ever came up to their mind as if their problems would be solved by doing so. A bunch of common spoiled brats that have always been predicted not to go far in this world, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Disappointing people who have sacrificed a lot for you. They are the only motivation left when there is no other persuasion or hope to be relied on. Every single thing that you do has always been about impressing them and making them feel proud. Turning them down would be the last thing you would want to do and trying your best to please them is the only way for you to return all the vast and boundless good deeds they have given and bestowed on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Those mistakes that drifted you to what you are now, whether in a positive way or in a negative way. Being in a process of learning after dealing consequences is the way to go. But if you're still in a state of mind where you still can't admit the fact that you are at fault, 'stupid' should have been your middle name. If unwanted things to fall upon you is the only way for you to realize that you're wrong, keep holding up to it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Those actions you portray but mistakenly judged. People in general who live within the norm won't interpret the intention but the action instead. Giving shits about objectives from the pure mind and heart is not what the social do because reading minds is absurd. Trying to make things clear would only make things worst. Let it be, is the only policy you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The shortcoming or scarcity that other people had to deal with for the rest of their life. These kind of subjects that would teach you to appreciate the entities that have ever existed in your life. The insufficiency could be in two segregated ways which is good or bad. The imperfection (bad) that you see on them should be a lesson for you not to become of what they are, while the natural inadequacy (good) should be an information taught for you to be gratitude of what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-8195723496814044919?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8195723496814044919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8195723496814044919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2012/02/impacts.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-8162759030519569667</id><published>2012-01-03T00:12:00.068+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:19:39.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Foundation</title><content type='html'>First of all, nak cakap selamat tahun baru! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, baru nak membebel tentang topik tajuk yang tertera. I'm no longer a foundation student! Yeayerz. Walaupun dah lega, tapi still ada sedihnya sebab bangunan tu forever tutup. Lepas tu time-time last day nak balik tu, tetiba pula hujan and my USB tetiba main lagu Soldier of Fortune by Deep Purple. Emo habis, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn8S-Ax7LkI/TwHHjaqT2lI/AAAAAAAAA_E/I447Asrc0nk/s1600/Mist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn8S-Ax7LkI/TwHHjaqT2lI/AAAAAAAAA_E/I447Asrc0nk/s320/Mist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, tengah tanam anggur di rumah sambil menunggu orang masuk minang yang hanya valid sampai 30th Jan je kahkahkah tak kelakar. Saya okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By de wei, entry ni sungguh very the childish, lebih childish daripada seadanya sebab hari ni mood kebudakkan hyper ter-extra lebih. Pottasium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ni sama je macam UiTM punya dulu cuma ni version CFS UIA punya. Ngehs. Hayya bina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWsPlp2yJuo/TwHWFiaEIuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4LoISHHevFA/s1600/Bangunan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWsPlp2yJuo/TwHWFiaEIuI/AAAAAAAAA_0/4LoISHHevFA/s320/Bangunan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bermanja dan bermesra dengan the only dua rakan baik saya disitu iaitu Fatin Quraisya and IzzaAtirah, akan saya rindui. Terima kasih saya ucapkan kerana sanggup menahan perangai senonoh and tak senonoh saya. Tak kisah la betapa moody nya saya, betapa gedik nya saya, betapa penakutnya saya, betapa awesome nya saya, korang berdua tetap stick with me awwww. Walaupun ktorang bertiga selalu bertekak and tak setuju bersama each other and selalu tak nak mengalah to each other, and selalu berdebat sebab nak menegakkan kebenaran ikut kepala sendiri, namun in the end, kita tetap serupa *eh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya juga akan merindui Nilai. Setakat duduk kat Nilai tu, ktorang hanya mampu berfoya sampai ke Giant or Tesco je. Oh tidak lupa juga kepada McD Nilai dan IceRoom yang wujud disitu. Terima kasih saya ucapkan kepada owner-owner kedai sebab sudi entertain we olls. Oh almost forgot, tidak lupa juga kepada kucing-kucing yang wujud disitu. Korangs semua sangat comel dan adorable. Mahu saja kubawa kamu semua pulang ke rumah tapi apakah daya, mak dan apak tak kasi *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will never forget our jakun-ness tengok foreigners yang berada di situ. Then bila kelas arab and maths waktu first sem dapat kelas sama dengan foreigners, terus tak jadi nak jakun dah. Sejak itu, kami terus kembali ke jalan yang baik dengan berbalik semula usha pelajar lelaki melayu sahaja sebab diorang lagi awesome daripada foreigners sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yang paling penting sekali, saya akan merindui time-time nak presentation, mid term and finals sebab waktu tu lah kita semua akan nampak kawan-kawan kita punya true colours. Maki hamun, marah-marah, stress, bengang semua ada kerana kesemuanya memang sangat pro dalam bab-bab study and prepare last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Tidak ku lupa juga saat-saat berduri musim accounting II punya project. Dalam satu group tu ada about 6 -7 orang and all of us kena pergi interview any business in order to do the project. Then, we chose this one spa business at Setapak, maka ber konvoi la kami dari Nilai ke Setapak bersama 2 kereta iaitu kereta saya dan kereta Elya. Yang tukang pakai GPS nya saya, tapi in the end sesat juga sebab buta IT tak reti baca GPS aisehwoman asyik kena dengar perempuan annoying GPS tu duk sebut 'Recalculating' rasa macam nak maki pun ada. Oh lupa, memang dah kena maki pun. Sorry lah annoying GPS woman, memang you were being sucky pun. Anyway, panic punya panic sesat kat mana tah sampai juga akhirnya syukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Well as you can see on my facebook, banyak gambar yang wujud kat situ tapi jarang kamu boleh terlihat saya bergambar dengan Izza and Fatin. Sebab apa? Sebab they are the only friends in my life yang ada isu dengan camera. Kurang minat bergambar, katanya. While me pula sangat la...sukakan camera, and I know it's not healthy.... K. Ini antaranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAU8sm-6aTA/TwHMXNOxluI/AAAAAAAAA_o/9WBk5T_EJiU/s1600/vcm_s_kf_repr_640x480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAU8sm-6aTA/TwHMXNOxluI/AAAAAAAAA_o/9WBk5T_EJiU/s320/vcm_s_kf_repr_640x480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJBCBzn0n_A/TwHJw8r9c0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/J2KyowbhZOs/s1600/IMG_6826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rJBCBzn0n_A/TwHJw8r9c0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/J2KyowbhZOs/s320/IMG_6826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheh excuse me for the oh-so-my-pucat-sebab-konon-tgh-sakit punya muka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Walaupun saya budak baik, saya masih dijemput pergi ke bilik principal sebab indirectly terlibat dengan drama ragam hormon remaja manusia lain yang tak stabil. Hardy-har-har. Tajuk utama and soalan from the principal was, "Saya dengar awk dibuli?" HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHA bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Makanan favourite kat situ, of course, makaroni. Setiap pagi, saya selalu breakfast seorang diri makan makaroni ditemani dengan kucing adorable duduk sebelah saya. I seriously nak the kucings :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Saya just nak cakap dan mengaku yang Izza dan Fatin pasti akan merindui sentuhan saya untuk gerak kamu berdua bangun pagi solat subuh setiap hari har-har. Antara kami bertiga, saya seorang je yang tak tidur mati sebab sangat sensitif dengan any bunyi mahupun cahaya lampu kahkahkah. Phone alarm clock mu, phone alarm clock ku juga sebab korang tak terjaga pun *cough*. Dulu Fatin set lagu 'Closer' by Kings of Leon sebagai alarm clock dia, and disebabkan saya jenis yang tak suka bangun diiringi dengan lagu yang mengejutkan, stress or kasar dipagi yang murni, dia sanggup tukar alarm ringtone dia kepada bunyi yang lebih romantik aww :') Manakala ringtone saya telah di set kan bunyi 'Crickets' sejak azali lagi sebab...saya osem~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Beberapa hari sebelum finals, I got a special small note from a lecturer saying, "&lt;i&gt;You come here to study or what?&lt;/i&gt;" gara-gara dapat result yang sangat teruk untuk quiz. Tak percaya? Sila rujuk gambar ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ANiPuveZU/TwKD6Ir6H9I/AAAAAAAABAA/18nDI5dktiM/s1600/Warning%2Bosem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s7ANiPuveZU/TwKD6Ir6H9I/AAAAAAAABAA/18nDI5dktiM/s320/Warning%2Bosem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tahu lecturer tu sayang saya eheh. Terima kasih lecturer sebab bagi saya cuak untuk study lebih rajin a few days before finals. Akan ku cerita kepada anak-anak dan cucu(s) nanti supaya jangan ever buat lecturer mengamuk sebab itu sangat tak healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most importantly, perkara yang paling normal and common would be, isu garang. Biasanya perkara ini akan terjadi apabila seseorang itu sudah mula mengenali or have an actual conversation with me. Bunyi paling normal ialah, "Ehhh dulu kte selalu ingat Syera ni garang and serius and this this and that that that..". And then my usual response would be, "Tak pe awak. Kita dah biasa dah dengar.." with my awesome poker face. Uhuh, like a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Akhir sekali, saya akan sentiasa merindui nak dengar and share lagu dengan Fatin sebab dia ada awesome taste in music. One of her favs, she loves lagu techno, tetapi saya tidak suka sebab techno gives me headache and she knows it haha. While I like lagu lama-lama macam lagu 'Angela' by Jose Feliciano while dia pula kata itu lagu zaman mak apak dia. Fine. Tapi in the end, our fav song mesti akan sama juga. Saya juga akan merindui nak tengok movies dengan Izza. Ktorang layan semua cerita APA PERINGKAT PUN kecuali cartoons. DO NOT AJAK US TENGOK CARTOONS, please. And of course, akan rindu tengok cerita The Big Bang Theory, Modern Family and How I Met Your Mother bersama mereka, and semua kawan-kawan daripada first sampai third intake yang saya kenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru CFS je pong. I still have a long way to go. E'eleyh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-8162759030519569667?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8162759030519569667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8162759030519569667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2012/01/foundation.html' title='Foundation'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn8S-Ax7LkI/TwHHjaqT2lI/AAAAAAAAA_E/I447Asrc0nk/s72-c/Mist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-6209343836965494817</id><published>2011-12-11T01:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:32:04.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expression and Poem'/><title type='text'>What's on my mind</title><content type='html'>This is only a list of things/scenarios that has been on my mind since God knows when. And I thought it would be best for me to share it. LOL. All of the things that I typed down there are just my own opinion about how I feel and upon how I see on things. Let's just agree to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think people should really stop complaining but be grateful to everything that they have instead. There are lots of people out there having problems that are much bigger than yours. Let's say if you think your life sucks and you want to kill yourself, why don't you think about those who are actually suffering and trying to survive in order to live? Or maybe you're sad because you don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend, there are real people out there who don't have parents anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think people should really learn on how to appreciate everything especially your family and friends. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop thinking about the future too much because it really kills. Start enjoying the present, learn from the past and let the future suprise you instead. Looking forward is good, but if it's being over done, you might get sad and regret once you look back at your past because you would finally realize about how much time have you wasted thinking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop being so cynical and judgemental on everything you see. Why don't you start putting yourself in that someone's situation first before assuming things as if you know everything? How would you feel if the situation was to be reversed? If it were to, I bet you would get pissed off too knowing there are people out there judging you without even trying to get to know you. After all, who are we to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The society should really stop giving the pressure to look good and perfect all the time to all of the girls out there. Seriously, it sucks. Sometimes when you make fun of us (girls) about our weight, about our body size or about how we look, it really matters to us. Even if your intention wasn't serious and you thought you were just trying to be funny, well, newsflash people, the joke is on you because we don't find it funny at all. I've seen most of my friends suffered or been through anorexia or bulimia, and being the one who had to witness them getting astray like that, is really depressing and sad. Just imagine if there's a stranger out there calling your mother or sister fat and the comment affects her, how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Take a risk. Try something new. Be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Some people really need to grow up and be a little bit more matured. If you're still living in your own little world, believing in fairy tales, too obsessed about the term 'bestfriend forever' and still hoping your life will turn out to be good all the time like what you see in the movies, well you know what, I think it's time for you to wake up and start welcoming yourself back to the reality and stop believing all of the bullshits. Be realistic and logistic, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do not put a high expectation on anything because it hurts. Always set your expectation to a certain limit so you won't get disappointed on things that you were hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Please set your own standpoint or judgement and stay within it. You don't have to follow others in order to fit in. If you are smart enough, you would stay true to your belief and never even occurs to your mind to change it upon the circumstances you are in. Here's a friggin' easy example, let's say your friends smoke weed, and suddenly you have to do it too just because your friends won't call you cool if you don't do it? While the truth is, you're just so dumb and pathetic because you refuse to be different from anybody else. It's not that bloody hard to walk away if you have the strong will. Like hello, make up your mind, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stop telling the world about how lonely you are. How can you feel lonely when you are actually surrounded by God and the Angels? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a reminder to self)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-6209343836965494817?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6209343836965494817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6209343836965494817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-1339679528662306556</id><published>2011-12-05T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:56:53.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>Random Survey #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Do you care too much about your appearance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES and it kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, year end sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person who made you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy named Hormone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does your ex piss you off?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomyam tadi sedap gila &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back to college UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you the type of person who has a new boyfriend/ girlfriend every week?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monyet curi bawang kat my dapur like what the--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever given your all to someone who walked away?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like cotton candy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you had a serious conversation with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I told my cats not to pee merata-rata with a serious face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have siblings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya ada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever fallen asleep on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...my cats have this awesome abs you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is also my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your current mood?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malas, ngantok, &lt;strike&gt;jiwang&lt;/strike&gt;, penat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will this week be a good one?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, hell no, this week will be the busiest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should start the kiss, the girl or the boy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninja!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any plans for the weekend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak beli sarung kotak tisu corak leopard mana nak cari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last time you felt honestly broken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather have ten kids, or none?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toughest question ever, kejap nak pikiq sat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s on your mind right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ombak Rindu punya scene hahahaha k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person to see you cry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, can a toilet sink be considered as a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do when you get nervous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelak sorang-sorang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be honest, do you like people in general?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang jual burger macam best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anyone completely understand you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE HILARIOUS STOP IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you be happier if life had a rewind button?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, because then how am I supposed to learn from my mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you tell your mum or dad everything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything, not even close to almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smokes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you going to get hurt anytime soon by someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh, don't think so, I'm a vampire, I'm hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think more about the past, present, or future?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bated about my future, the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 at least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear future husband, suka tomyam tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister...should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like the rain?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would people refer to you as a goodie goodie, bad news, or neither?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodie-goodie. Kesian kan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What’s the last movie you saw in theaters and with who?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMBAK RINDU with 8 ladies and my uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you regret a past relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather spend a Friday night at a concert or a crazy party?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert pleaseee, Foster the People *bagi clue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you tend to fall for the same type of person over and over?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehs apparently yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-1339679528662306556?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1339679528662306556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1339679528662306556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-survey-2.html' title='Random Survey #2'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5741537920562974760</id><published>2011-09-04T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T14:20:35.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Just a fun happy yeay video during hari raya at my kampung. It was recorded by my sister, Sara and edited by my cousin, Adam. Anyway, selamat hari raya! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="460" height="245" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cQgn9mRStok" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5741537920562974760?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5741537920562974760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5741537920562974760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cQgn9mRStok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-205532513952969521</id><published>2011-07-31T23:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T21:26:48.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03Kwk9RjymE/TjV5JiuKXTI/AAAAAAAAA44/xyIerSZm7uo/s1600/IMG_1672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03Kwk9RjymE/TjV5JiuKXTI/AAAAAAAAA44/xyIerSZm7uo/s320/IMG_1672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok memang dah confirm puasa. Siapa yang tak happy kan. Semua orang happy termasuk saya ehhe. Lepastu mula la rasa emo sebab teringat waktu zaman kat UiTM dulu. Sobs. Everytime I teringat UiTM, mesti rasa nak meleleh air mata hingus semua. First Ramadhan without family pun bermula kat situ. Ceh guna perkataan 'bermula', memang tak boleh skema lagi. I know lah every week balik rumah, but still la, sahur berbuka lima hari seminggu tu dengan kawan kan kan kan kan hzVfhkadvf. OKAY, MARI BER-EMO DENGAN SAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I miss the moment when everytime sahur je, ktorang satu bilik kdg-kdg tak buka lampu pun. Masing-masing sahur atas katil makan roti. Dalam gelap-gelap tu, boleh dengar bunyi plastik masing-masing. Rindu roommates, Nina (which is also my cousin), Tira and Fariza :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rindu the kelam-kabut-ness setiap malam Jumaat sebab ada kelas malam. Waktu tu kena mandi awal and makan berbuka cepat-cepat sebab ada kelas 8.30 malam. There was one time when me and my two other friends menggatal nak berbuka kat luar. Then bila nak pergi kelas, time-time tu juga bas tak muncul and we ended up kejar bas macam org gila minta suruh berhenti. While we were running dengan perut yang penuh tu, dengan gelak-gelak nya, my mind constantly telling me that I'm gonna miss the moment once I got into UIA. Omaigod sedihnya, apesal kena cerita ni?! Haha *sedut balik air-mata ew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rindu bazar kat UiTM yang besar tu. Me and Nina memang suka lah bab-bab camni, sebab waktu tu lah dapat nak usha segala senior kat situ HAHAHA. Or malam-malam ktorang suka la pergi beli *cough* dekat abang *cough* ni. Sebab muka mamat tu macam adorable HEHEHE kay fine dah out of topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y-XzWRIuxA/TjV5f8fde_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/jFTy4DJMHpE/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Y-XzWRIuxA/TjV5f8fde_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/jFTy4DJMHpE/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rindu nak naik bas pergi kelas every morning and himpit macam tin sardin. Kaki tersepit lah, kain tersepit, beg tersepit, selipar nak tercabut semua ada gara-gara pintu automatik bas tu. Or normally balik kelas ktorang ramai-ramai jalan kaki turun bukit UiTM yang tak cukup tinggi and curam tu *sarcasm*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rindu nak gelakkan kawan-kawan yang selalu terpele'ot kaki masuk lubang waktu tengah jalan or turun bukit. Oh oh, and rindu nak berkongsi payung time-time panas MAHUPUN time-time hujan. Dengan anginnya yang bertiup kencang, sampai rangka besi payung je yang bisa diselamatkan. TRAGEDI SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRfK5yZsUIc/TjV8czOVw0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/py8ZUqtvFvw/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRfK5yZsUIc/TjV8czOVw0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/py8ZUqtvFvw/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Waktu tu dapat bilik dekat dengan surau, so boleh dengar azan setiap kali masuk waktu. Bila nak masuk maghrib tu, semua dah duk bersila kat tikar bilik tu and tunggu bunyi azan. Or sometimes, ktorang 4 org duk pi online sebab nak kill the time tunggu berbuka, which is VERY NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Rindu tengok cerita 'The Last Song' dengan Nina, and emo-emo dengan dia sebab our loser-ness of being single. She's my 'Im a loser' buddy. And bila time tengah hujan je, ktorang mula la menggedik nyanyi lagu "Pergi" by Aizat and our favourite part would be, "Hujan lebat mencurah kiniiiiii, bagaikan tiada hentiiiiiii". Or sometimes ktorang nyanyi lagu 'Sang Mantan' by Nidji, part chorus, "Mana janji manismuuuuu, mencintaikuuu sampaiii matiiiii" tuuu. ADUHAI BAPAK NOSTALGIK SIAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Oh, and saya telah mengajar and influence my roommates nyanyi lagu dangdut yang bertajuk "Jablai". Siapa cakap saya tak layan dangdut? BECAUSE I'M JUST THAT AWESOME AND YOU CAN'T DENY IT. Mahu dengar lagu dangdut tersebut? Sila tekan link ini --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqg_h738yqU"&gt;Jablai Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Rindu nak pakai bedak sejuk waktu malam dengan Nina. And then I like to berdiri sebelah tingkap sambil pakai bedak sejuk sebab suka-suka nak menakutkan kenderaan lalu lalang kat tingkap tu sebagai hiburan mereka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Paling rindu bila waktu nak final. Tidur pukul 3 or 4 am, and final start pukul 8 keesokkannya. Malam tengah study Law tu mula lah semua orang mabuk mamai and mula menunjukkan symptom-symptom menjadi sengal, until lipas datang terbang across my rambutku yang hitam macam charcoal ni *cheh*, baru semua mata nak terbeliak menjerit macam orang gila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I miss my classmates. ALL OF THEM. Everytime ada debate or forum, saya selalu kalah sebab hilang point nak menegakkan kebenaran haha LOSER GILA. And saya rindu digelar 'Lampi' oleh kawan-kawan saya sebab they said I was kinda lambat pick up sebab selalu lost in a conversation. Wadehel man kena buli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I still remember waktu first day kat UiTM, I cannot tidur malam pertama tu *sounds so wrong* sebab my little sisters bagi tahu cerita hantu UiTM a day before saya bertolak ke sana. Maka, saya pun tidur la sekatil dengan Nina, and bila bangun je pagi, locker terkunci sebab kunci mangga hilang. AISEYHMEN. Kena panggil senior minta tolong pecahkan pukul 5 pagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Lastly, I miss bergossip dgn Nina about everything, Fariza punya lagu-lagu Melayu, Tira punya lagu-lagu Korea, Erin and Veronica yang selalu visit bilik, Syu yang selalu tak faham apa saya cakap, Hazira yang selalu cakap Kelantan campur KL and Fitriah yang selalu bercerita tentang hidup berumah-tangga. &lt;b&gt;OH RINDUNYAA. RINDU SERINDU-RINDUNYAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Ramadhan! Okay, lepas habis foundation kat UIA ni, akan ku bercerita pula tentang pengalaman saya kat sini. So, Fatin Quraisya &amp; IzzaAtirah, bersiap sedia lah kamu berdua untuk dimalukan dengan rahsia-rahsia anda *evil laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-205532513952969521?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/205532513952969521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/205532513952969521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03Kwk9RjymE/TjV5JiuKXTI/AAAAAAAAA44/xyIerSZm7uo/s72-c/IMG_1672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-8554195524555846602</id><published>2011-07-15T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:32:43.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Survey</title><content type='html'>I was bored, until I found these questions, then I thought "AHAAA ITU DIA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite wine?&lt;br /&gt;Never consumed any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?  &lt;br /&gt;A shirt and sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite kind of plant? &lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport?&lt;br /&gt;Badminton and swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want some Coffee?  &lt;br /&gt;Yes, pleaseee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone? &lt;br /&gt;Yup, my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;Automatic &amp; non environmental friendly one? Heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last CD you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;No CD, just ze iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What depresses you?&lt;br /&gt;Complainer(s)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like kids?  &lt;br /&gt;Kejap, nak fikir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sew?  &lt;br /&gt;Waktu zaman PMR, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the strangest thing you've swallowed?&lt;br /&gt;Whistle. I kid you not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were somewhere else? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ur biggest achievement in ur life? &lt;br /&gt;Entah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u got any regrets in life? &lt;br /&gt;A lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u prefer a holiday in a hotel, camping or bed &amp; breakfast ?  &lt;br /&gt;Bed &amp; breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever said the words "I love u"?  &lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u could have one wish fulfilled what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is ur favourite movie or book? &lt;br /&gt;Book - Catcher in the Rye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time u cried and why? &lt;br /&gt;Last week, sebab hormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a nice person?  &lt;br /&gt;EHHHH MACAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people like you? &lt;br /&gt;HIHIHI mana lah I tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last dream you had?&lt;br /&gt;Last night, met Liam Hemsworth &amp; Emma Watson (TRUE STORY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your friends jealous of your best friend?  &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA wait, whaaa--?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Nawww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have sex with that person? &lt;br /&gt;Eh ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss being a kid? &lt;br /&gt;Hell yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you? &lt;br /&gt;My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to text you?  &lt;br /&gt;Maxis ler, siapa lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have facebook? &lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to?  &lt;br /&gt;My sister, Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;"Cari dengan hidung, Sara, bukan mata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with JUST a friend? &lt;br /&gt;Hell naww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best song you ever heard?  &lt;br /&gt;Strange and beautiful - Aqualung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?  &lt;br /&gt;Bubur durian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo do you use? &lt;br /&gt;Herbal Essential apa entah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Tak sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to learn more about? &lt;br /&gt;Arabic languange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last big purchase you made?&lt;br /&gt;Cotton On stuff? hjbvfbhdgbei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the next big purchase you plan to make? &lt;br /&gt;VIRGIN COCONUT OIL *guling bawah meja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been out of the country? and if yes where?&lt;br /&gt;UK, Thailand, US &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go?  &lt;br /&gt;Toilet, I NEED TO PEE, brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to? &lt;br /&gt;The Mamas and the Papas - California Dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close with your parents? &lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Everything but seafood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the thing that you hate the most to eat? &lt;br /&gt;Seafood? I'd rather swallow pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tattoos or piercings? &lt;br /&gt;Piercing, no tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice in the opposite sex? &lt;br /&gt;His smiles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What personality traits do you look for in a partner?&lt;br /&gt;Humble, matured, funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What personality traits do you dislike in other people?&lt;br /&gt;Judgemental and banyak complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mostly a clean or messy person?&lt;br /&gt;Very clean, OCD, man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see yourself getting married in the next 5 years? &lt;br /&gt;19 + 5 = 24. Tak nampak apa-apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere near to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;If boleh, semua tempat I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;I can eat without stopping. FOREVER FAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of abortion, how do you feel about cookies?&lt;br /&gt;What the--, I LOVE COOKIES! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite childhood television program? &lt;br /&gt;A-L-O-N-G Along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a collector of anything?&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Read people's mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is usually your first thought when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;"I need to pee".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you usually think about right before falling asleep? &lt;br /&gt;"Esok breakfast nak makan makaroni".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color?  &lt;br /&gt;White, black, purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite animal? &lt;br /&gt;Cats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts? &lt;br /&gt;Yes bebeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat fruits and veggies? &lt;br /&gt;Fruits, yes. Veggies, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive fast and take chances? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered?  &lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or chocolate? &lt;br /&gt;Both &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise? &lt;br /&gt;Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person? &lt;br /&gt;In person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indoor or outdoor? &lt;br /&gt;Outdoor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake or death?  &lt;br /&gt;Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Milk? &lt;br /&gt;Is this a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a student?&lt;br /&gt;Heck yeah I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot of friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends care about you? &lt;br /&gt;Entah, ask them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite past time?&lt;br /&gt;Reading and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you planning to do after this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Still figuring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-8554195524555846602?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8554195524555846602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8554195524555846602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/07/random-survey.html' title='Random Survey'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-345761917778934425</id><published>2011-07-03T01:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:18:25.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Auspicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dWBgDblGuQ/Tg9Nw8FTGZI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lGBDyo0QR-k/s1600/Today%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dWBgDblGuQ/Tg9Nw8FTGZI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lGBDyo0QR-k/s320/Today%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0nVv0el1y4/Tg9N3nNZbII/AAAAAAAAA34/039fPdbbgKU/s1600/Today%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0nVv0el1y4/Tg9N3nNZbII/AAAAAAAAA34/039fPdbbgKU/s320/Today%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_u9IzJhVBpE/Tg9OB-tskcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9g_equ2C9EY/s1600/Today%2B6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpVMBIcGuww/Tg9OO2aUHDI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_SDaUBZhzHk/s1600/Today.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gpVMBIcGuww/Tg9OO2aUHDI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_SDaUBZhzHk/s320/Today.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHKSCkmA36o/Tg9OVe0T3sI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/l9UrttnQtEc/s1600/Today%2B4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHKSCkmA36o/Tg9OVe0T3sI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/l9UrttnQtEc/s320/Today%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bukan nak tunjuk bakat Instagram &amp; LemeLeme semata-semata. Happiness je ni ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-345761917778934425?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/345761917778934425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/345761917778934425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/07/auspicious.html' title='Auspicious'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dWBgDblGuQ/Tg9Nw8FTGZI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lGBDyo0QR-k/s72-c/Today%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-3482106872318790733</id><published>2011-05-23T00:09:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:47:02.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>A Sentiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_pepC834k4/Tdk03yF8oNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hAPFbq5L9Ic/s1600/tumblr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="39" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_pepC834k4/Tdk03yF8oNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hAPFbq5L9Ic/s320/tumblr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche’ as it sounds like, I find it rather hard to be amiable and content around people that I have just met or known. The atmosphere would definitely turn into an awkward surface and my face would show an obvious definition of unamused without the intention to make it so. Rebellious would prolly become my decision if freedom is not the option as being tied to enactment rules or laws is my biggest pain in the neck. Keeping woes and feelings to myself is what I choose because according to me, telling my real deep feelings open to people is a clear sign of weakness. Sadly as it is, I hardly could change about how my mind works anymore. Insecurity is a norm to me and cynical is what I have become. Humble and matured people captivate me. I highly regarded silence, serenity and sleeping because they keep me away from getting astray in a gloomy or sad emotions.I hate fairytales and I find them rather annoying because from what I see, happy ending is bullshit. Same goes to the word ‘Forever’ because there is no guarantee on that matter. To top it off, I have taken in the sights of the people in my surrounding and what I found in them is mostly nothing. As cynical as I am, that doesn’t make me as a judgemental person because I would not prefer to make no bones just according to what I see. However, I never eluded from any judgemental people as being around them somehow is such a ‘joy’ as I could observe their segregated ways of thinking, although they could be aptly described as such a pain in the ass sometimes because of their insanity and impracticality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling deep real feelings and giving opinions are two different things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST SAYIN' KAY BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-3482106872318790733?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/3482106872318790733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/3482106872318790733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/05/cliche-as-it-sounds-like-i-find-it.html' title='A Sentiment'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_pepC834k4/Tdk03yF8oNI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hAPFbq5L9Ic/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-3160551003218649118</id><published>2011-05-18T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T18:40:57.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>As If</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xacuci1IfFg/TdOWuVPNgMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/M1hc-NIOinI/s1600/219743_210293978992629_100000360843463_673752_1264447_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xacuci1IfFg/TdOWuVPNgMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/M1hc-NIOinI/s320/219743_210293978992629_100000360843463_673752_1264447_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just me and my brother, when I was still a happy kid aww. Guess what I am now. Naww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I haven't updated my blog for such a damn long time. Almost a month, man. Literally. The only reason that has been preventing me from doing so is because I have a life to deal with. WOOHHH the best ayat cliche' evar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have no idea what to talk about. My life is pretty boring to begin with. Like, I'm not one of those people that always has plans to do, you know like how most of my friends always have something they are looking forward to do such as, go on a road trip together, travel, go out with their friends and get wasted or something. Yeah but not me though. I would prefer things to happen spontaneously instead of sticking according to plans because in my world, plans never worked. Apparently things have always been happening against my will ever since I was 13, and I don't even know why. Isn't that funny and hilarious. Story of my life. I could seriously make a novel out of it and be rich, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, let's talk about books! Because books are the only things that keep me alive and also the only things that have this ability of bringing my mind far far away from this cruel, sick and absurd reality. NAWWWW I JUST SAID THAT?! Wait, WHAAAAAT--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last short semester, I managed to finish these 3 books,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9kOraGxnH0/TdOESp2JtuI/AAAAAAAAA10/Jr9vNjYLG-k/s1600/IMG_7163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9kOraGxnH0/TdOESp2JtuI/AAAAAAAAA10/Jr9vNjYLG-k/s320/IMG_7163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a long time to finish this book because I started reading it during those times that I wasn't in the perfect mood to read books. In case you're wondering, as much as I love reading, there are still times when I feel like throwing up just by looking at books. But then once I started reading it (during the perfect &amp; good mood, of course), I just couldn't stop perusing each of the pages because the story just got better and better. Thumbs up to the author and to top it off, a few days ago, I just found out that the book has been turned into a movie. I was beyond excited knowing about it and of course I'm looking forward to see the movie. Here's the link of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GU4qLmIXbOE"&gt;'ONE DAY' trailer.&lt;/a&gt; Click it to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feM4rnsFp8o/TdOEo4Qy3CI/AAAAAAAAA18/VXmMoJYa7zs/s1600/IMG_7110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-feM4rnsFp8o/TdOEo4Qy3CI/AAAAAAAAA18/VXmMoJYa7zs/s320/IMG_7110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While for this book, basically it is about these two girls who were kind of abducted or kidnapped, I would say. They were forced to become prostitutes and the story tells about how they first got involved in the 'business' and the hardship they had to go through in order to escape from the dirty work. To be frank, to me the book was quite okay but I wasn't really impressed though after I finished reading it because the story line was sort of slow and the ending sucked a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl72WpaXk5o/TdOE6ROWWyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aAf77D69AuA/s1600/IMG_7161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dl72WpaXk5o/TdOE6ROWWyI/AAAAAAAAA2E/aAf77D69AuA/s320/IMG_7161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, about this book. This book is AMAZING. I spent most of my time laughing throughout the book because it was just damn hilarious. It's about this Muslim Australian girl who decided to wear hijab during her high school year and stuff she had to go through being the only one who wears hijab. I bet most of girls out there have read this book and I had this hunch of recommending this book to guys too. Just because it's a chick lit, doesn't mean you guys/boys/men people can't read it. Just be a REAL MAN, go to a bookstore, and grab this book. If you're too ashamed to read it in public, read it in the toilet or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, being a YouTube addict that I already am, I've been obsessing watching this channel called 'Fear of a Brown Planet". It's about these Muslim Australian dudes who give funny speech about the general random things or ideas, like hijab, races and stuff. Out of those people, ironically I like this dude named Aamer Rahman because he has this good sense of humour. Like, guys with a good sense of humour are such a turn on. I'm so turning this thing into my Twitter update, man. Anyway, I don't know why but I just really like these kind of videos. Hooked. In love, to be precise. This is one of the videos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-HgrhlSb7FQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, not that anyone would care but I'm currently reading this book called 'Last Night in Twisted River' by John Irving. So yeah, whatever, enjoy your holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-3160551003218649118?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/3160551003218649118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/3160551003218649118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-if.html' title='As If'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xacuci1IfFg/TdOWuVPNgMI/AAAAAAAAA2k/M1hc-NIOinI/s72-c/219743_210293978992629_100000360843463_673752_1264447_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-3745998167175950969</id><published>2011-04-04T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T13:56:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless Subject</title><content type='html'>Hi! Rasa macam dah lama gila tak blogging. Banyak interesting things yang happened. Like right now tengah in the middle of short semester. Short sem ni terkejar-kejar sebab bawa dua subjek berat, Statistics and Computer 1. So far, I really enjoy learning these two subjects sebab tak susah macam Account EHEHEHE sumpah I benci gila Account tahap berani mati punya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay short sem ni dapat duduk dorm! Mari lihat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bi7Xb1jJjHM/TZih3t_OdGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tEWVOVp4Eew/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-29%2Bat%2B11.12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bi7Xb1jJjHM/TZih3t_OdGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tEWVOVp4Eew/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-29%2Bat%2B11.12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's about it. That was Fatin &amp; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRdC6hEwRCY/TZimgSi_ktI/AAAAAAAAA0s/DR6yYeg7uo4/s1600/IMG_0618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WRdC6hEwRCY/TZimgSi_ktI/AAAAAAAAA0s/DR6yYeg7uo4/s320/IMG_0618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was me playing with a cat. And no, the cat tu tak mati lagi, tu dia tengah baring je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission for this short sem ada dua. Mahu tahu kah? Okay peduli apa kau nak tahu ke tak because I'm still going to write it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nak dapat pointer cool sebab nak naikkan pointer hari tu yang jatuh tahap cipan&lt;br /&gt;2. Nak kurus hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kejap, baru terfikir yang ketiga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nak start simpan and jimat duit supaya dapat shopping after short sem habis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak cerita nak diceritakan tapi tak tahu nak start yang mana satu. Okay la, I'm just going to letak points je, for the sake of making the memories jadi eternal kat blog ni. Oh sebentar, I have something to say. You see, I have this disorder/disease, I tend to forget things very easily. Like sometimes, I literally forgot about things that I have done the day before that, you know what I mean? Ye, sebab itu blog ini dicipta, supaya someday when I dah tua, I can be like, "Omaigod a'aa lah! I actually did that thing?!" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, ni haa benda-benda yang konon-konon nya interesting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Syafiq sesat bawa kereta sampai Damansara while he was trying to pick me up kat Nilai. Ye, NILAI, Negeri Sembilan tuuuu. Dia cakap dia rasa macam kat dalam movie 127 Hours waktu sesat tu. Okay adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Muet saya hari Selasa ni. So maknanya saya kena drive balik sana seorang diri esok after kelas. ERGH TAK SUKA DRIVE SEORANG DIRI SEBAB EMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Same week as Muet, the weekend tu ada Kem BTN kat Sepang, means I'm not going back home for two weeks =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The week after BTN ada Mid Term exams pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh esok ada quiz Computer Ya Allah baru teringat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I activated my Twitter account back. Addicted balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Makcik guard kat bawah tu annoying gila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Papa finally dah download kan iTunes in my laptop. HAPPY GILO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ni yang paling best punya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Saya finally dah ada Skype punya account! Add me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to study but my brain tak sudi nak ikut niat saya yang suci murni ini then how lah kan okay boleh pergi muntah sekarang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-3745998167175950969?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/3745998167175950969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/3745998167175950969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/04/clueless-subject.html' title='Clueless Subject'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bi7Xb1jJjHM/TZih3t_OdGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/tEWVOVp4Eew/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-29%2Bat%2B11.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-6061219772027805920</id><published>2011-03-07T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:43:19.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><title type='text'>How to stop being sad</title><content type='html'>According to Google, (based on psychological research)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't struggle with sadness&lt;br /&gt;2. Dissociate with thoughts for awhile&lt;br /&gt;3. Feel the emotion of sadness in your body&lt;br /&gt;4. Try to be in the lap of nature&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch something funny&lt;br /&gt;6. Open your heart to someone close&lt;br /&gt;7. Know that everything passes away&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't take any negative action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Syahirah Azmi, (based on experiences *eww ayat geli*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat&lt;br /&gt;3. Get out from the house and buy Slurpee&lt;br /&gt;4. Cry your lungs out in the toilet silently&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;Talk &lt;/strike&gt;Play with the cats&lt;br /&gt;6. Listen to emo and depressing songs *Like a G6*&lt;br /&gt;7. Post emo stuff on Tumblr&lt;br /&gt;8. Share it not with others but only yourself&lt;br /&gt;9. Lock the door &amp; stare at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;10. Jumping up and down&lt;br /&gt;11. Look in the mirror and laugh hysterically *only do this when you are in an extreme level of sadness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder for self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-6061219772027805920?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6061219772027805920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6061219772027805920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/03/advice-of-day.html' title='How to stop being sad'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-6169556824054232033</id><published>2011-02-03T07:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:53:31.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Deja Vu &amp; Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TUnsthNAiBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Fx7EpswHwyc/s1600/Coffee.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TUnsthNAiBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Fx7EpswHwyc/s320/Coffee.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning sunshine. It's 6.50am and I'm all wide awake already. This is a record. A big one. Suprisingly I woke up at 5.30 am today and I instantly continued reading 'Paper Towns' because that book was so awesome to the point that I couldn't stop reading it. And yes, I finally managed to finish the book at about 6 am just now, after few weeks of reading it. John Green, I think he has this amazing sense of humour because his novels never failed to make me laugh. You see, this is what I love about guys authors because their jokes always work. God, that was so racist. And sexist. Eww what de hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I was given a choice, I would still choose "Looking For Alaska" as my favourite though because the story is deeper compared to this one, and being an emo person that I already am, deep books/novels somehow entertain me very well. Kahkahkah. Ayat cliche' gila.  But Paper Towns is nerdtastic and you should totally buy it. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like helloo, even my future-husband-to-be reads this book. Look at him *sigh* Why la you tinggal so far away, maynnnn. Anyway, please note that this is one of his  year 2008 videos. And yes, that clearly means that I've been stalking him on Youtube since I was 16, beybeyh. That's what we called, &lt;b&gt; A TRUE LOVE&lt;/b&gt;. Ew okay creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9yfbVIZOjlE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what I really want to do right now is to go to a bookshop and buy new books. I am craving for new ones. I'm looking forward to read "To Kill a Mocking Bird" but apparently one of my roommates is currently reading it. So, instead of buying the same book, I shall wait her finish it first and borrow it from her later on. But, that still doesn't stop me from going to the bookshop though because I want to read something in the meantime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinokuniya and Borders are the favourite places to go. Oh how I miss these places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of which, I had this deva ju thing lately. I don't know how and why it happens, but it is a little bit scary yet feels awesome at the same time. Like when I was in a class yesterday, one of the  Charlie's Angels' scenes suddenly came into my mind. Then once I reached home, the movie was on the HBO. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the second deja vu that I had was, me and and my friends were talking about this "Obsession" song by Frankie J right after we finished classes. We were just randomly talked about it and then suddenly the song was played on a radio once I got into my car. LITERALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary la nowadays. Especially the people *tetiba*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-6169556824054232033?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6169556824054232033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6169556824054232033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/02/deja-vu-books.html' title='Deja Vu &amp; Books'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TUnsthNAiBI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Fx7EpswHwyc/s72-c/Coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-1335169061850742990</id><published>2011-01-26T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:50:47.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Let's do the talking</title><content type='html'>Sungguh berbunga-bunga hatiku apabila menerima sms daripada Fatin Quraisya yang berbunyi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-oA0QOjGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/thyIx-yaMjM/s1600/photo.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-oA0QOjGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/thyIx-yaMjM/s320/photo.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti any typical remaja berusia 18 tahun 6 bulan kat dunia ni, niat kat hati macam, "Okay yes! Lepas ni naik bilik boleh la nak revise account or maths kejap!". Sesampai sahaja kat bilik, pi buka Facebook. Memang mangkuk beradun gila. Sadis sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun hati berbunga-bunga sebab kelas cancel, perasaan emo still tersirat ditepi *kening-kenings*. Minggu ni memang emo habis. Tak tahu kenapa. Lebam kan? Tengah emo-emo tu, bila buat account, bertambah-tambah la perasaan emo tu sampai tahap nak menangis tapi tak jadi. Sometimes I don't even know whether my decision  masuk UIA ni salah ke betul. Dulu kat UiTM memang enjoy gila because I had to do a lot of things that relate to reading. Masuk sini je semua benda ada nombor. I suck at numbers. Numbers hate me. Tak percaya, tanya my roommates. Asal masuk je kelas account and maths, memang diorang tak berani nak kacau sebab my ke-emo-an punya muka memang teserlah gila. It's not that I can't solve the maths problems, but it's because I hate the subjects. Kahkahkah. I hate them with passion. Padahal nak solve soalan banyak je tak dapat jawapan e'eleyh tergelabahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu dah la I have to repeat Muet sebab hari tu &lt;b&gt;fail&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I failed Muet sebab I was absent during the exam sebab terlupa. Yes, TERLUPA. I only managed to attend speaking punya part je. Part writing tak pergi. I know, I'm so cool. Tak sangka ada orang boleh lupa tarikh Muet kan? Memang. Kalau bab-bab lupa ni, leave it to me. Professional kot. Tapi if someone breaks my heart, yang tu memang susah nak lupa la *tetiba*. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Kay tak kelakar pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-juZHDjWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vbmEak-4PDE/s1600/tumblr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-juZHDjWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vbmEak-4PDE/s320/tumblr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mid term punya result hari tu semua hancus-hancus belaka kecuali English and Arab. Subject yang tak masuk CGPA tu ler yang saya pergi skor. Bengong ke tak bengong tu. Final nanti ceq tak tau nohh nak habaq apa. Confirm mampuih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah lah. Belajar Law haritu lagi senang. Economics ni, entah lah. Everyday rasa nak complain tapi tak tahu nak complain kat siapa sebab semua orang suka judge and at the end of the day, saya yang kena marah kan kan kan kan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpo eh. Mesti ada reason why semua benda ni happens to me kan kan. I'll just leave it to Him. I believe yang mesti Dia ada plan untuk saya kan kan kan. Saya bagi effort sudah. Pergh. Tak sangka saya boleh berbicara sedemikian. Meremang bulu roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay lah. Ceq nak pi tidoq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-1335169061850742990?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1335169061850742990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1335169061850742990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-do-talking.html' title='Let&apos;s do the talking'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-oA0QOjGI/AAAAAAAAAzA/thyIx-yaMjM/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-7338837429519457586</id><published>2011-01-25T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:07:25.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Youth yang tak cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-rw-5gvlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/6nohPdWBHhg/s1600/tumblr%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-rw-5gvlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/6nohPdWBHhg/s320/tumblr%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know like how most of people say that when you're in high school, there would be a lot of dramas to be dealt with especially if you are a girl. A simple matter could turn into a big disaster. The next thing you know, your name is already spreaded and mentioned by other people, saying negative things about you, and without a blink of your left eye, they assume you as a bitch. What the fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was never in that kind of situation, well thanks to my invisibility, the guy that I had a crush on didn't even notice me. Kahkahkah. High five if you were in the same situation as me! *syok sendiri angkat tangan sorang-sorang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I had been through those dramas stuff but not until the point of getting labelled as a bitch though. Gila ke apa. It was just a misunderstanding to begin with. Then, just like other typical teenage dramas in the world, they eventually ended with forgiveness and laughter, as how everybody has predicted. Aww, what a childish moment to be remininced of. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, I thought those days are already over, and you won't have to deal with those kind of circumstances once you're in the university. But yah know what, being an awesome person as I am, my prediction was wrong. This matter still occurs in any university you go and apparently will continue to be occurred even when you already have a career with countless kids at home. Basically, it only will stop once you are buried six feet underground. May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not involved with the dramas that occur here. I'm just the spectator, watching and waiting about the next thing that is going to happen. But still, it kills me to watch the event as the ones that get hurt are my friends. But what to do. Support is the only thing to be contributed. Ayat memang tak cukup boleh belah. But it's true because that's how I roll kebaybay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is, ignorance is the best solution. Kan dah bunyi macam speaking test dah. Speaking of which, speaking test has already over this morning! Heaven jyeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why am I posting this. God I'm so weird. I shall go cry my throat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceq nak pi mandi sat. Hang tunggu nohh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-7338837429519457586?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7338837429519457586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7338837429519457586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-like-how-most-of-people-say.html' title='Youth yang tak cool'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TT-rw-5gvlI/AAAAAAAAAzI/6nohPdWBHhg/s72-c/tumblr%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-1064795665814798068</id><published>2011-01-03T12:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T12:01:33.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>365 days till 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TSFMrB2JNAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bzQ1_A9KGSg/s1600/photo%252816%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TSFMrB2JNAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bzQ1_A9KGSg/s320/photo%252816%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title has gone missing. Mana la pula pergi kotak title. Baru semangat nak letak e'eleyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 2011 already! Hello New Year! 2010 telah banyak berjasa kepada saya (lah sangat). Banyak perasaan dan perbuatan fizikal (that sounds so wrong) telah saya tempuhi. Saat-saat kena emo-emo memang tak terkira lah kan. Happy-happy moment pun banyak. Maka mari lah saya buat a list tentang apa yang telah saya lalui and mahu lalui. Iya, journey yang memualkan akan dapat dilihat sebentar lagi. Sila tekan butang X sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 OMG moments :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Habis SPM and had the longest holiday IN MY LIFE which was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dapat lesen kereta yaww.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pakai braces untuk &lt;strike&gt;boost my confidence&lt;/strike&gt; cantikkan gigi (duhh)&lt;br /&gt;3. Dapat result SPM &lt;strike&gt;gempak&lt;/strike&gt; normal.&lt;br /&gt;4. Masuk UiTM and belajar Law.&lt;br /&gt;5. Had the best raya sebab semua family balik Batu Pahat.&lt;br /&gt;6. Maksu and Abg Zack kahwin whee.&lt;br /&gt;7. Keluar UiTM and masuk UIA belajar Ekonomi pula. (memang kerja gila)&lt;br /&gt;8. Paramore Concert! Jerit sampai tak ada suara.&lt;br /&gt;9. Satria Neo. HEHEHEHE. &lt;br /&gt;10. That scary guy (KILL ME)&lt;br /&gt;11. Best of all, I was being SINGLE THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE YEAR. HAHAHAHAHA tak kelakar langsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, 2010 was sort of a unique year because banyak stuff yang membuatkan saya belajar untuk jadi independent secara DRASTIK nak mampuih (cheh cheh ayat jiwang). Lagi-lagi sejak dah masuk uni. Mula-mula punya la rasa sedih semacam sebab dah tak duduk rumah, and duduk jauh from family (padahal kat Shah Alam je). But still, everyday mesti emo and mengadu macam budak kecik nak balik rumah (tak percaya, tanya Nina, Fariza and Tira). Sungguh immature sebab waktu tu still 17 tahun (get it get it?). HAHAHAHAHA kay tak lawak pun. Yelah, seumur hidup mana pernah duduk away from family, tak pernah duduk asrama pulak tuh. Ye, memang dah bunyi macam spoil brat dah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of which, New Year juga merupakan birthday bapa saya! Every year satu dunia cuti untuk birthday dia, bak kata Nina. Happy Birthday papa! This year kami adik-beradik tak buat hadiah seperti tahun-tahun lepas sebab tak sempat. Tak apa, Father's Day still ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week cuti seminggu ow. Fuh, sangat menyeronokkan. Everyday keluar macam orang yang ada duit tak ada limit tuh. Sabtu, Ahad and Isnin pergi PD and had SO MUCH FUN. Mahu tahu lebih lanjut, layari Facebook saya and lihatlah muka SERONOK saya disitu. Selasa tu pergi The Mines sebab adik-adik saya nak cari beg sekolah and of course, I was the driver. Lepastu hari Rabu saya pergi Pavilion bersama kawan karib sehidup semati. Mula-mula punya la semangat nak shopping lepastu tetiba nafsu shopping hilang macam tu je. Memang what de gila and of course, I was the driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TScU5TPzi1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/l2_q9Xvq8aw/s1600/291220105379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TScU5TPzi1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/l2_q9Xvq8aw/s320/291220105379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DIA SANGAT PUTIH SAMPAI KRIM OLAY YANG SAYA PAKAI NAMPAK MACAM TAK MEMBERI KESAN PUN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari seterusnya, iaitu hari Khamis, saya bawa watak sebagai kakak mithali kerana bawa adik saya yang form 1 tu pergi orientasi di sekolah barunya, and of course I was the driver. And finally, hari Jumaat saya sengaja tak nak plan apa-apa dah sebab saya nak lah jugak rasa duduk rumah memandangkan sudah jarang duduk dirumah *eww*. TETAPI, hasrat yang dihajati, seperti biasa, tidak pernah tercapai sebab ended up keluar with family tengok wayang at KLCC . Last movie of 2010 that I watched, Gulliver's Travels. Sangat sangat kelakar this movie, sila pergi tengok sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after blk KLCC tu, ada la kawan-kawan saya ajak keluar makan malam sebab pukul 12am tu kan New Year, tapi saya tak nak sebab dah maleh nak keluar. Penat nohh. Disebabkan mereka tu kawan yang the best I ever had, diorang datang rumah saya and we ended up lepak-lepak depan rumah saya and kami bergelak ketawa macam orang gila. Awww, tu pun kawan sehidup semati jugak tu. Saya dengan berpakaian pyjama duduk depan rumah bersama mereka yang berpakaian cantik bersama high heels and vogue gitu auww auww cuz they're sho cool liddat (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TSFM7bdiaNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Z35eabdS8uc/s1600/photo%252817%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TSFM7bdiaNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Z35eabdS8uc/s320/photo%252817%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas tu, esokkan haritu pergi Pavi lagi nak sambut my papa's birthday. Kesian Pavi, selalu jadi mangsa saya but who the hell cares lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as I have stated above, I wanted to make a list of what do I want to do on 2011 a.k.a resolution. E'eleyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop thinking about the future too much and start enjoying the present instead.&lt;br /&gt;3. Start paying attention completely when orang tengah cakap.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop making serious faces, and banyak-banyakkan tunjuk braces (roommates dah warning)&lt;br /&gt;4. Find &lt;strike&gt;a boyfriend&lt;/strike&gt; kasut sneakers (tak ada kena mengena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah tak tahu nak cakap apa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-1064795665814798068?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1064795665814798068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1064795665814798068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2011/01/title-has-gone-missing.html' title='365 days till 2012'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TSFMrB2JNAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/bzQ1_A9KGSg/s72-c/photo%252816%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5121713502663049415</id><published>2010-12-04T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:06:04.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Things</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling of staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of getting surrounded by my family and my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;I love Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of my house.&lt;br /&gt;I love family dinners.&lt;br /&gt;I love cats.&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of waking up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I love rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;I love driving and wandering around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I love acoustic/emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sweet pea and vanilla scent.&lt;br /&gt;I love ice-creams.&lt;br /&gt;I love good books.&lt;br /&gt;I love the call of the azan.&lt;br /&gt;I love long dresses and boyfriend's t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I love flat and wedges shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I love weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;I love Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;I love green environments.&lt;br /&gt;I love challenges.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Wicker Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;I love my room.&lt;br /&gt;I love my car.&lt;br /&gt;I love blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I love charm bracelets and rings.&lt;br /&gt;I love quotes.&lt;br /&gt;I love soft scented perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;I love durian and sambal tempoyak.&lt;br /&gt;I love my country.&lt;br /&gt;I love being bored.&lt;br /&gt;I love being left alone.&lt;br /&gt;I love things that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I love people who respect things that I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5121713502663049415?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5121713502663049415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5121713502663049415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-things.html' title='Random Things'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-512924146428757199</id><published>2010-11-07T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:23:51.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Favourite Part</title><content type='html'>I love it so much and I just have to put it :) Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9H-RO7Cadw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9H-RO7Cadw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-512924146428757199?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/512924146428757199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/512924146428757199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/11/favourite-part.html' title='Favourite Part'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-8261474289226173441</id><published>2010-11-05T01:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:32:05.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Updates &amp; What Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TNL5KsmYvOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pniKjJj_S90/s1600/002957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TNL5KsmYvOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pniKjJj_S90/s320/002957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535760854157933794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I'm home. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been two weeks now ever since I got into the new place. I am still learning to adapt with the new environment and the new people regarding about the fact that there were times when I felt like strangling someone for being there. Do not ask why. It was the hormone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class schedule is quite packed, which is normal. Everything is new over there. It definitely takes some time for me to get used of the place. Never mind that. I know I'll survive. I'm learning different subjects since I am no longer a law student. The subjects are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Accounting 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;2. Maths 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;3. Statistics&lt;br /&gt;4. Computer 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;5. Economics&lt;br /&gt;6. Arabic 1 &amp; 2&lt;br /&gt;7. English&lt;br /&gt;8. Understanding Islam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay me. So far so good. Somehow I enjoy the environment. I am experiencing new things. By the term 'new things', I meant good things. Not THAT new things. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, my Arabic lecturer is from China. She cannot speak in Malay and I find that rather interesting somehow. I know. I'm so weird like that. And majority of my Maths classmates (boys) are foreigner students and they are freakin' tall. It was a jaw dropping moment for me because I'm a loser like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, the best 2 things about this place are ; first of all, there are lots of restaurant. Marvellous! Food + Syahirah = Happy Mood. What more could I ask for, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, my class building is literally behind my room building. For instance if my class starts at 8am, I could just leave my room at 7.50-7.55am. Ridiculously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have no idea what to say in this blog post. Sigh. Assuredly, I'm starting to enjoy staying at the place, which is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to congratulate my cousin, Nina for her brilliant final result. She got Dean's List :) I'm so happy for her as she deserves it because I was there with her throughout the whole struggling and studying process for finals. While me, I also got 3 pointer but not as great as hers. Trust me, my result is hilarious and you would die of laughing if you find out. Hahahaha. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-8261474289226173441?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8261474289226173441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8261474289226173441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/11/updates-what-not.html' title='Updates &amp; What Not'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TNL5KsmYvOI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pniKjJj_S90/s72-c/002957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-8321172483562211257</id><published>2010-10-21T09:43:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:21:46.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"America should see this. We can't believe it took us so long since we started touring to make it over to Kuala Lumpur. We should have been down here years ago. Little did we know you guys have been patiently waiting for us".- Hayley Williams, Paramore (19/10/2010)&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another 2 days, I'll be going to UIA and I am so bated of the future. lol. The only thing that concerns me right now is about new friends. I know I may look like I do know how to make new friends but trust me, I don't, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week suprisingly seemed like an interesting week to me regarding that it would be the last week of holidays. Can you imagine, UIA students only have holidays for two weeks between the semesters while UiTM students have SIX freakin' weeks? Bizarre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part as mentioned above would be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to PARAMORE's CONCERT on last Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMAIGOD. I could just get excited just by reminiscing about it. It was beyond awesome for having a chance to go to your most favourite band concert. I have loved Paramore for years, so going to their concert was a big deal to me and very surreal. I went to the concert with my two closest friends, Amal and Nina (which is also my cousin), also was joined by Izzat (Amal's brother). The four of us were very excited regarding about the fact that it was a last minute plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last week, it went something like this :&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal : Syiera, my dad maybe boleh dapatkan free tickets for Paramore punya concert sebab his friends sponsor the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : MOTHER DUCK! Nak! And save kan ticket untuk Nina sekali! Tapi don't get excited sangat. Entah-entah my parents tak kasik pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Then, the night before the concert :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal : AWAK! MY DAD DAPAT THE TICKETS!! Cepat tanya parents awak sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : BESTNYA! Okay wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Between the parents :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mommy, Amalina ada ticket to Paramore's Concert. Mesti mommy tak kasik along pergi kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Paramore tu apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : Paramore tu band. Oh so nanti siapa hantar pergi balik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ayah dia boleh hantar. Can ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Tak payah laa pergi. Nanti tinggal solat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Pergi after maghrib la mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy : Tak payah laaa. Bahaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *hampeh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The next day. The PARAMORE's CONCERT DAY. On the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sigh. Maybe ada hikmah we all tak dapat pergi kot (memang nak sedapkan hati sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal : Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Suddenly my dad called :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : Along, yang konsert Paramore tu along betul-betul nak pergi ke? Mommy and papa kasi along pergi but be careful dengan orang-orang kat sana. Nanti papa call parents Nina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hang up. *screaming and wailing and dancing*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At Amal's house, an hour before the concert :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal's Mom : Nanti kat sana, jangan nak jerit-jerit macam orang gila. Don't get too excited sangat sampai buka baju. Jangan nak lompat or terjun-terjun. Jangan nak minta-minta autograph kat tangan la butt ke apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nina : Okay, Aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amal : Ma, please la. We won't do that. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;***&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was a history. Even though our seats were not that close to the stage, but the performance was beyond awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-mqe1NyAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_AYLfE_VnP4/s1600/73632_160443043977723_100000360843463_365767_3296187_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-mqe1NyAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_AYLfE_VnP4/s320/73632_160443043977723_100000360843463_365767_3296187_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530322116195239938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-m3-jJU8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Pfk0n0Kpj9Q/s1600/37123_160442420644452_100000360843463_365757_5441370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-m3-jJU8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/Pfk0n0Kpj9Q/s320/37123_160442420644452_100000360843463_365757_5441370_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530322348047684546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-nBfjUPkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tgpkxD4oTPs/s1600/71889_160444040644290_100000360843463_365768_1173540_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-nBfjUPkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tgpkxD4oTPs/s320/71889_160444040644290_100000360843463_365768_1173540_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530322511525592642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-nSFiitbI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kgYxAZwxHYY/s1600/73537_160441933977834_100000360843463_365754_4309494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-nSFiitbI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kgYxAZwxHYY/s320/73537_160441933977834_100000360843463_365754_4309494_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530322796600800690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-nbn-yIUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/o38wlvSfDQo/s1600/37123_160442427311118_100000360843463_365759_988650_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-nbn-yIUI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/o38wlvSfDQo/s320/37123_160442427311118_100000360843463_365759_988650_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530322960464879938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos on Facebook. Malas nak upload. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-8321172483562211257?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8321172483562211257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/8321172483562211257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/10/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TL-mqe1NyAI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_AYLfE_VnP4/s72-c/73632_160443043977723_100000360843463_365767_3296187_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5668884043298382517</id><published>2010-10-13T17:09:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:12:34.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Frame it</title><content type='html'>So like, I feel like dying, staying at home doing nothing. Yeah yeah yeah, I could have just filled the boredom by learning how to cook, doing chores yadda yadda yadda but no, I have no interests to do those kind of things at all. The only THINGS that I ever wanted to do are reading, hanging out with my friends, eating, sleeping and watching movies. Call me lazy, but I don't care. It's MY semester break, not yours. My semester break, MY decision, MY freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what, forget about the freedom part because I'm only 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWL8KAgASI/AAAAAAAAAvI/pw1xtaM2A_o/s1600/182206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWL8KAgASI/AAAAAAAAAvI/pw1xtaM2A_o/s320/182206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527477983262015778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have finished 'Tuesdays With Morrie' and this book is amazing. I have learnt a lot just by reading this book because it was a story about life lesson. Basically, Mitch Albom's books are mostly about life lesson and there were many interesting lines or quotes that could boost any readers to get motivated. Exhibit A : ME. These are some of my favourite lines from the book ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you ever going to have other people to trust you, you must feel that you can trust them too -even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you hold back your emotions -if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them -you can never get being to detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of -unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn't get enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is, the book is awesome and it has officially become one of my favourite books. Yeay Mitch Albom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 'favourite books' as I've mentioned above are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWMS7CElQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sGdwD2vXdVQ/s1600/182037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWMS7CElQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sGdwD2vXdVQ/s320/182037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527478374379066626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Catcher in The Rye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWMhd4b5ZI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mNnOqX_pcOs/s1600/182326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWMhd4b5ZI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mNnOqX_pcOs/s320/182326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527478624252061074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking For Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am going to start reading this book called, "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy. I believe this book belongs to my mother because I found it at the so-called-library. I am too desperate for a book and that explains why I was willing to search for a book from the so-called-library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWMsOVYxgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/11kGlSJD5Ek/s1600/182148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWMsOVYxgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/11kGlSJD5Ek/s320/182148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527478809057084930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I tried to read this chic-lit book, which I also found at the so-called-library and I failed because I hated it. I did not even manage to finish the first page. EPIC FAIL. I thought I wanted to give myself a try to read a chic-lit or any teen-love kind of book because I realised that the life lesson/family/reality type of books have made me become cynical. But I just could not and I don't even know why. The only love story books that I would choose to read would be by Nicholas Sparks. Because his books mostly contain the two elements (love and life) together which make the whole story to be more realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just my humble opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that does not mean I would not read any chic-lit books for the rest of my life. I would love to buy one, or two, or more someday. Who the hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm hungry. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5668884043298382517?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5668884043298382517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5668884043298382517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-like-i-feel-like-dying-staying-at.html' title='Frame it'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TLWL8KAgASI/AAAAAAAAAvI/pw1xtaM2A_o/s72-c/182206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-433646446647317121</id><published>2010-09-25T23:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:16:31.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expression and Poem'/><title type='text'>Over Analyzed</title><content type='html'>The pouring of the rain signifies various clarifications and brings ultimate assumptions. The loudness of the thunder bugs me yet the humidity calms me. Symbolizes two contrast aspects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A manifest look into the thoughts and feelings. Same goes to hatred and love. Intense strokes are the role. Taking over our silvery memories is the norm. Concealing our minds from realities is part of the trick. Because we were born as ‘the weak’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as how they say, love is blind. Shutting down the whole system of the working physique by seeing the only one. BS is what I refer, as it damages the whole matter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hatred is another context. That doesn’t bring to anywhere and anything. Cheat &amp; conceive as long as you want but never dismiss from the intended outcome as it isolates the soul from the authentic essence. Despise as much as you want but sure to know to bring to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Syahirah Azmi, 11.45pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-433646446647317121?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/433646446647317121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/433646446647317121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/09/begin-and-end.html' title='Over Analyzed'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-4272228819470344265</id><published>2010-09-23T12:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:16:58.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Behind the Mask</title><content type='html'>Dah berapa kali dah ni backspace, type, lepas tu backspace balik. Lepas tu type balik. Sebab tak sure today nak type in English or BM. Ceh, loser cukup. Bak kata Nina Azhar, 'gelabah tahi hidung'. Memang. Teringat Amerika Syarikat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka bermula lah sesi ber-theraphy di status masing-masing on Facebook sebab semua orang tak puas hati Part C, paper Law tadi. Saya dengan bangganya menyatakan bahawa saya merupakan salah seorang daripada mereka yang tidak puas hati dangan soalan tadi, tetapi bezanya saya tak pos kat status sebab saya tak tahu nak cakap apa. Dalam otak dah siap mainkan lagu "Speechless" by Lady Gaga because I'm so cool like that. Kalau tak suka Lady Gaga, sila diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun sepanjang minggu exam ni sungguh memenatkan dan menekankan, tetapi saya sungguh seronok &amp; benar-benar enjoy studi disaat-saat akhir. Bukan sahaja maksud disaat-saat akhir tu memberi erti last minute punya study, but also memberi definisi saat-saat akhir saya berada di UiTM, Shah Alam ini. Semester 2 nanti saya dah tak ada dah kat sini, so semua segala baik buruk sedang saya harungi tanpa perasaan benci. First time rasa macam jiwa suci bersih murni. Saya akan merindui roommates saya, kecuali Nina Azhar sebab dia sepupu original saya (HIHIHIHI) and kami selalu berjumpa diluar, and oh akan juga merindui classmates. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ambil final kat Uni, mestilah teruja. Maggi ialah the only makanan yang saya makan sepanjang minggu final sebab malas nak keluar bilik. Roommates saya yang anti-maggi plak dah jadi maggi-stalker tahap level 7 sebab dah berjangkit dengan saya. Thumbs up, kamu semua memang cool because we're so cool like that hihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanan utama ialah maggi. Lepas tu asyik minum air tak henti-henti. Dalam satu hari each of us in the room ni memang boleh habiskan AT LEAST satu or dua botol besar tu, seorang. Oh, campur lagi dengan nescafe beberapa tin. Maka sesi trip ke toilet dalam sehari minimum 10 kali. Serious tak tipu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila belajar, duduk kat tikar empat-empat orang sekali, then buat disko-si. Kemudian, mula la seorang demi seorang menunjukkan symptom-symptom nak jadi sengal akibat 9 hours straight belajar non-stop. Memang studi maut sebab hari tu study week jatuh on raya week. Manusia mana pulak nak study on raya week, melainkan manusia tu tak normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh memandangkan Sabtu &amp; Ahad ni ada papers, first time selama 18 tahun hidup kami, satu bilik tak pulang ke rumah. Kami sungguh teruja and jakun sebab kena mula membasuh baju sendiri because we're cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak mengapa, setakat memberus bilas celup bilas sidai, tiada masalah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sebenarnya tengah emo sebab nak tinggalkan tempat ni. Kawan-kawan saya semua cakap yang saya tak nampak macam emo pun. Memang. Dah biasa dah dengar benda macam tu. Saya memang ada masalah expression muka. Hati rasa lain tapi expression muka tayang lain. Kesian kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since saya akan pergi, saya telah melantik Nina tanpa gaji untuk menjadi reporter personal saya dengan memberi semua update yang terjadi kat sini. Banyak cerita-cerita panas dan interesting kat sini, seperti, lecturer mana yang sudah melahirkan anak, anak lelaki ke perempuan and so on. Mesti lah tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog hari ni memang ada unsur-unsur kejiwangan luahan perasaan. So, cepat-cepat la tekan butang X kat atas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tak payah, sebab saya dah habis luahkan pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-4272228819470344265?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/4272228819470344265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/4272228819470344265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/09/behind-mask.html' title='Behind the Mask'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-9044728458687750138</id><published>2010-09-17T15:34:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:17:15.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Geeky Side</title><content type='html'>HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI once a youtube stalker, always a youtube stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LpJ3yzUPbL0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LpJ3yzUPbL0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-9044728458687750138?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/9044728458687750138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/9044728458687750138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/09/reading-through-final-exam-schedule-on.html' title='Geeky Side'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-422995818573189042</id><published>2010-09-16T01:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:17:39.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expression and Poem'/><title type='text'>Conjecture (when Insomnia strikes)</title><content type='html'>I never understood&lt;br /&gt;Never had, Never will&lt;br /&gt;About the way it works&lt;br /&gt;Ambiguous is the word&lt;br /&gt;Concealing the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep us wondering&lt;br /&gt;For as long as it wants&lt;br /&gt;Till we are the ones&lt;br /&gt;Whom define&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feign&lt;br /&gt;I could even disguise&lt;br /&gt;To hide the disarray&lt;br /&gt;Of the onerous insides&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is precise&lt;br /&gt;I, myself IS the fiasco to clarify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppress me&lt;br /&gt;Deceive me&lt;br /&gt;But never disregard&lt;br /&gt;Once you come to realise&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one&lt;br /&gt;Whom actualized&lt;br /&gt;For you to grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Syahirah Azmi, 1.49am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-422995818573189042?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/422995818573189042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/422995818573189042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/09/conjecture.html' title='Conjecture (when Insomnia strikes)'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-2072748609253525113</id><published>2010-08-25T20:17:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:18:43.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>It's getting nearer</title><content type='html'>*Moment of laughter captured. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUVDi0zRlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ad1mIH7HtNw/s1600/uitm+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUVDi0zRlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ad1mIH7HtNw/s320/uitm+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509332869789730386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUV2d6vy9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/aGmAZmB4ul8/s1600/Uitm+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUV2d6vy9I/AAAAAAAAAtE/aGmAZmB4ul8/s320/Uitm+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509333744645819346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUWTMMweYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/lQHxkciKBwM/s1600/uitm+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUWTMMweYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/lQHxkciKBwM/s320/uitm+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509334238105729410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUWod7CpcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Qrp8_YLfkB4/s1600/uitm+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUWod7CpcI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Qrp8_YLfkB4/s320/uitm+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509334603640513986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak ada kerja memang macam ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-2072748609253525113?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/2072748609253525113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/2072748609253525113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-getting-nearer.html' title='It&apos;s getting nearer'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/THUVDi0zRlI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Ad1mIH7HtNw/s72-c/uitm+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-7574422383839418158</id><published>2010-07-27T20:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:23:39.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Such a lonely day</title><content type='html'>Hari ni sungguh interesting bagi saya. Bagi saya je lah. Orang lain tak pun. Hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepatutnya kelas hari ni start pukul 9 pagi. Maka saya pun bangun lah pukul 6.30 pagi seperti biasa, and lepas solat Subuh je, saya dengan semangat nya meredah shower yang requires 34 langkah kaki dari bilik saya yang terletak dihujung dunia itu. Selepas mandi, saya dengan semangatnya online Facebook sebab saya tahu waktu pagi merupakan the only time network internet berjalan dengan amat pantas. Tak sempat kelip mata pun dah masuk website. Amat laju, sumpah tak tipu. Kalau waktu malam, 50 kali kelip mata pun tak masuk-masuk lagi website. Annoying jeh -.-' Okay anyway, lepas tu saya dengan gumbira nya online la, tersengih-sengih macam orang gila depan laptop baca notifications sambil dengar pintu bilik hempas buka tutup  sebab saya punya roommates semua kelas start pukul 8.30. FYI, students perempuan Kolej Mawar kat sini memang kena bertolak awal, like if kelas start 8.30, kena pergi 7.45 dan sekutunya sebab kuliah jauh, and nak kena rebut and serbu bas. Bas dah  macam tin tuna dah everyday. Serious penuh MasyaAllah. Bukan macam students lelaki, kolej depan kuliah je. Kelas 8.30, bangun and mandi pukul 8.15 pun sempat -,- Tak cool betol. Perempuan-perempuan kat sini punya kaki lebih ber-muscle daripada lelaki sebab kena turun naik bukit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay fine. Sambung cerita. Selepas itu, tepat jam pukul 8.00 pagi je, ada orang ketuk pintu. Agak pelik sebab biasanya roommate tak ketuk pintu sebab ada kunci sendiri. Tapi saya pun buka la, dan terlihat seorang classmate saya, Syuhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syuhada : Syiera, tahu tak today kelas start 8.30?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Damn ye ke?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya hairan. Kenapa mereka tak call and inform je? Apabila check telefon bimbit yang tercinta, tengok-tengok ada berbelas-belas miscalls. Heheh. Lupa, phone on silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka saya pun kelam kabut la memakai tudung and segala and laptop tak sempat nak off, terus tutup and campak dalam locker and blablabla. 8.05 am dah siap. Sungguh power rasanya dapat pakai tudung dalam masa yang singkat. Serious pecah rekod. Lepas tu, agaknya rezeki kami la kan, keluar je dari kolej, ada bas tengah tunggu. Vah vahhh, nasib baik today pakai jeans. Dapat la lari macam orang yang agak siuman mengejar bas. Then, sampai kelas lambat 5 minit je. Okay lah kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu lup dub lup dub, kelas akhir sekali habis pukul 12.30pm. Waktu tu dah kegembiraan dah sebab boleh balik bilik and sambung tidur sebab badan macam dah melayang sebab puasa. Tiba-tiba classmates yang tertentu ajak pergi library nak siapkan assignment. Assignment tu baru je diberi pada pagi tadi lepas tu nak buat jugak hari yang sama. Saya no hal je, maka saya pun pergi la. Setelah 3 jam berhempas-pulas, memerah otak kering-kering, membekukan diri dalam library, maka siaplah assignment kami. First time siapkan dalam masa satu hari! *bangga-bangga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine. Lepas tu, saya pun pulang la ke bilik and terus tertido kat atas katil sampai la pukul 5 lebih. Sungguh tak boleh blah. Pukul 5 lebih tu terjaga, lepas tu sambung balik tidur sampai pukul 6. Memang tak boleh belah, sungguh I tell you. Then semua roommates balik and berkata, "Syiera, awak okay ke?". Saya menjawab, "Lapar. Bye nak tido". Cakap je macam tu tapi berapa seconds after that terus bangun pergi mandi and solat. Ha-ha-ha. Kemudian, salah satu roommates telah membelikan kuey teow untuk saya untuk berbuka puasa kerana condition saya yang melampau yang ngada-ngada memang tak boleh belah punya jenis tak larat. Nampak sangat jarang puasa. Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu pukul 7.30 dah buka. Sungguh happy. Sampai sekarang tengah happy. Esok nak puasa lagi. Hi-hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING, I KNOW, I KNOW. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine tak kelakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-7574422383839418158?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7574422383839418158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7574422383839418158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/07/babble.html' title='Such a lonely day'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5868298061707282152</id><published>2010-07-21T21:45:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:24:08.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Eenie Meenie</title><content type='html'>Music : Friends, Lovers or Nothing - John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE IT'S WEDNESDAY ALREADY ERGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? OH WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, today was very very sunny and I loved it! Cuz sunny weather never failed to make me smile. To prove how happy I was, I took a picture at the deck of my house (my favourite spot to relax by the way okaythanxbai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb-dlJH8iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QeRcH-bstGk/s1600/photo(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb-dlJH8iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QeRcH-bstGk/s320/photo(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496360179392311842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The sunlight made me go wheee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, was just like any other day in my not-so-normal life ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I woke up&lt;br /&gt;2. I had breakfast&lt;br /&gt;3. I watched tivo&lt;br /&gt;4. I downloaded songs for my iphone&lt;br /&gt;5. I took a shower&lt;br /&gt;6. I revised (lah sangat) law subject *part yang paling tak boleh belah*&lt;br /&gt;7. I screamed because my phone was being stupid&lt;br /&gt;8. I went to the park with my little sisters &amp; played badminton with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb-7jUL3rI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_iaT2Zc3LuE/s1600/photo(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb-7jUL3rI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_iaT2Zc3LuE/s320/photo(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496360694297910962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;At the park. Obsessed with the weather hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb_TP6VyQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/8oXW4amPce8/s1600/photo(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb_TP6VyQI/AAAAAAAAAqE/8oXW4amPce8/s320/photo(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496361101406095618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Because we're cool like that haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb_n--XreI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gmmoudXG1hg/s1600/photo(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb_n--XreI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gmmoudXG1hg/s320/photo(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496361457636847074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I TOLD YOU THE WEATHER WAS NICE! Look at the sunlight damn it. Okay, excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEcAA98dedI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3khTA-hcOGA/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEcAA98dedI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3khTA-hcOGA/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496361886857132498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Playing badminton in front of the house. That's my sister, posing while playing. Jyeah, you goo woman! I mean, girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what a day. What a normal day, don't you think. I was so happy for being bored for the whole day. And no, that wasn't a sarcasm. That came straight from my heart *ceh ceh* Seriously. I am the happiest when I'm bored. I just figured that. How lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, being the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lambat pick up&lt;/span&gt; kind of person that I am, I just heard about this one riddle given by my lil sister, Hanis. The conversation that was taken at the park went like this ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis : Along, kenapa siput babi lembab?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sebab dia memang lembab?&lt;br /&gt;Hanis : Tak lah, sebab dia selalu fikir, "Aku ni siput ke babi? Aku ni siput ke babi? Siput ke babi?" waktu sambil dia jalan tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me : *laughing my arse off*&lt;br /&gt;Sara : Along baru first time dengar ke? Kesian nya.&lt;br /&gt;Me : -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How funnehhh was that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lepas ni nak try kena kan my friends kat UiTM. Or maybe they knew about it already? Damn, please don't. For once, I just want to show them that I'm awesome. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You know, my friends over there call me 'Lampi' which stands for 'Lambat Pick-up' cuz I always got lost in the middle of a conversation. I had no idea of what were they talking about in most of the time. IT'S SO SAD TO BE ME, I'M TELLING YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is Thursday. ARGH. I HATE THIS. NOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5868298061707282152?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5868298061707282152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5868298061707282152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/07/eenie-meenie.html' title='Eenie Meenie'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TEb-dlJH8iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/QeRcH-bstGk/s72-c/photo(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-266515805495198628</id><published>2010-06-20T10:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:25:01.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Let's be 'Aww'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2DNUAokAI/AAAAAAAAApk/hKXR4C12Ezg/s1600/zuitm+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2DNUAokAI/AAAAAAAAApk/hKXR4C12Ezg/s320/zuitm+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484684185940037634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh blog how much I've missed you. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and it's Father's Day! Happy Father's Day to my papa :D You've been the greatest dad ever lah. Thank you for everything x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2DlgdTU0I/AAAAAAAAAps/cPOCIwU07PM/s1600/zuitm+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2DlgdTU0I/AAAAAAAAAps/cPOCIwU07PM/s320/zuitm+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484684601598366530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I was in the shower just now and I suddenly had this urge that telling me to do a blog about how my days have been going. So here I am, still have a towel wrap on my head, or shall I call it a turban? I mean, my hair is still wet so that explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2BEPdAn3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/PNZ6dwnf_sA/s1600/zuitm+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2BEPdAn3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/PNZ6dwnf_sA/s320/zuitm+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484681831074799474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I didn't sleep after Subuh prayer cuz I had to finish my essays. My lovely lecturer gave us (the classmates and I) 15 essays of different question about government and politics in Malaysia. Last last week she only gave us 10, so I guess the number of essays is increasing week by week? Awww how sweet is that. I just finished 4 of them. 11 to go. It's due Wednesday, so I still have two days. Aww how slow the time flies. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like last last week, I went to Terengganu with my family yeah. And while my siblings were enjoying their holiday, having fun at the beach, I just sat at the table by the beach, finishing the 10 essays. Isn't life wonderful? Awwwww, it is, it is :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a note of the sarcasm, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2BSIl8-NI/AAAAAAAAApE/RFzd4_Oss_g/s1600/zuitm+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2BSIl8-NI/AAAAAAAAApE/RFzd4_Oss_g/s320/zuitm+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484682069751429330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it has been confirmed (InsyaAllah) that I'm going to UIA on October for foundation in economics. However, I'll still be continue-ing my foundation in law at UiTM. I know it looks like a waste of time to study two different subjects but what the heck, I'm just going to take this as a challenge to me although law is bloody hard, as far as what I have learnt. My roomates and I, complain with each other a lot about everything every after finish classes. Lool but whatever, I like challenges. I shall take the risk. Chehhh tak boleh blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to the college tonight. Nooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2BpldWPnI/AAAAAAAAApc/BJO-4v3ca8U/s1600/zuitm+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2BpldWPnI/AAAAAAAAApc/BJO-4v3ca8U/s320/zuitm+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484682472636956274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall go back to my room and finish the essays. Sigh. Anyway, I'm just going to put some pictures that were taken while I was there. The pictures explain all about how much I enjoy staying and studying at the place ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-266515805495198628?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/266515805495198628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/266515805495198628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-be-aww.html' title='Let&apos;s be &apos;Aww&apos;.'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TB2DNUAokAI/AAAAAAAAApk/hKXR4C12Ezg/s72-c/zuitm+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-1320564429030963610</id><published>2010-05-29T10:26:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:26:00.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University Stuff'/><title type='text'>Picture it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TACIvoaTjnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/W-fDr33FliU/s1600/zerox+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TACIvoaTjnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/W-fDr33FliU/s320/zerox+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476527498765504114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm homeeeeeeeeeee! Hehe. Well, staying there was actually not as bad as I expected. But I'm just so glad that I expected for the worst before I went there cuz I didn't really want to have a high expectation and then get disappointed once the reality is not as what I expected, you get what I mean, no? It's a very long sentence right there. Hihi. So yeah, it was good. The orientation didn't suck at all. You know like how some people exaggerating about how mean the seniors would do towards the juniors on the orientation week, but it's actually the opposite. My seniors over there were really really nice and caring. Well, there were still times when we, as in me and my badges (the freshies) would fly off the handle at the seniors but overall, it wasn't that bad and I actually had fun, DESPITE the fact that it was a very very very very tired and exhausting week. Like, we get to sleep at 1-2 am and had to wake up at 4.30 am, like really? And how about wearing baju kurung with a pair of sport shoes? Seriously? Yes, those are two of the not-so-fun parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TACIk-2gOxI/AAAAAAAAAos/5FmQA0o8gYU/s1600/zerox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TACIk-2gOxI/AAAAAAAAAos/5FmQA0o8gYU/s320/zerox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476527315810794258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the orientation, the seniors also showed us our faculty so we would know where to head to once the lesson starts. I'm taking law and guess what?! The law faculty was bloody far from my college that I stay. It takes about 20-30 minutes to get to the faculty from my college, by WALKING. I was literally sweating like hell on the first time walking to the faculty and it's not even funny. I bet I have burnt thousand of calories already on that day. The conclusion is, I'm going to take a bus once the classes start. NO WALKING, please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, did I mention about the fact that I got a same room with my cousin, Nina? Yes yes, we are officially roommates and it feels awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had so much fun over there yet I always remind myself not to get so excited whenever I felt the fun-ess and happiness cuz I'm afraid it would last a while since I might be going to UIA in another 2-3 weeks period :( I said I MIGHT. Right now, I'm stucked in the middle and my mind is not in peace of thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how miserable it feels like to start all over again? If I was fated to go to UIA, I will have to get to know new friends again, get used of the different and new environment, settle all the registration again and so on. A week of dealing those stuff at UiTM was very challenging enough for me and now I have to do them all over again. To be frank, I don't really mind but it's just sort of depressing and kind of sad actually. lol. But whatever. Life goes on. lol. I'm just hoping for the best. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, what else? I guess that's just it. I'm going to a facial appointment with my dearest mother after this, hihi soooo bye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-1320564429030963610?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1320564429030963610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/1320564429030963610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/05/decision.html' title='Picture it'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/TACIvoaTjnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/W-fDr33FliU/s72-c/zerox+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-2319576090920672680</id><published>2010-05-19T09:25:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:26:17.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamt about Taylor Swift and corpses. Scary. And weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm listening to John Mayer and I'm still in my PJ and I feel like wanting to stay in it for the whole day cuz PJ is fun. It's soft and comfortable. Plus, it just rained outside and it feels so cool and breezy by wearing it. I also just parked my grandpa's car in front of my house and let me tell yah, some of my neighbours did stare at me while I was heading to the car maybe cuz I was still in my PJ? But what the heck, I don't care, I just smiled at them after I caught them staring. Hahah. Okay enough about the PJ. How annoying is the word "PJ"?  Try say it many many times like this ; PJ PJ PJ PJ PJ. To infinity and beyond. Stop saying it whenever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday. Time flies so fast and there are only 4 days left before I leave for UiTM Shah Alam yet I still haven't finished shopping all the needed stuff and also the forms. I already shopped some of the stuff with my mom. We went out shopping two days in a row ; Monday and Tuesday and looking forward to shop for more stuff on this Saturday. Oh my guard I say 'stuff' a lot and it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_NZ-ijFsvI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aYAD0wsvBEw/s1600/photo(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_NZ-ijFsvI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aYAD0wsvBEw/s320/photo(34).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472816903146025714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_NZ094TLdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1baEpKADSV0/s1600/photo(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_NZ094TLdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1baEpKADSV0/s320/photo(33).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472816738684054994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I have no idea of the reason why I get annoyed very very very easily especially on this week. My close friends already knew about it and they use the weakness to get on my nerves and to make fun of me sometimes. Wait no, they do that all the time actually. Anyway my point is, I get really sensitive on this week. Like, I would literally get hurt if someone raise her/his voice while talking to me. I know, something is wrong with my hormone lately and no, it wasn't the PMS. Trust me, I know about my own PMS than any other people do yeah. Oh and speaking of, later this evening I had to do some medical check ups, and I might drag Ninie to the clinic to accompany me cuz driving alone scares the crap out of me :/ Ninie, pretty puhliss? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are planning to hang out on this week and I still have no idea how to make that works :/ Hahah. Haihs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I might Skype-ing with Amal. I haven't talked with that lady for a long long time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo here's another not-so-interesting thing to blog about ; My dentist put an elastic band on my braces. Hahaha. And it is undeniable extremely annoying. And look at the packet. There's a picture of chickens on it. I have no idea what do the chickens have to do with the elastic band -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_Ncs0mwIzI/AAAAAAAAAok/T5WJQvWgjio/s1600/photo(37).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_Ncs0mwIzI/AAAAAAAAAok/T5WJQvWgjio/s320/photo(37).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472819897290466098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's the brand? Chicken brand? *laughing and rolling on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-2319576090920672680?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/2319576090920672680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=2319576090920672680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/2319576090920672680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/2319576090920672680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S_NZ-ijFsvI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aYAD0wsvBEw/s72-c/photo(34).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-7379838275251782997</id><published>2010-04-26T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:27:27.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen to him saying, "Because I love you". Yes, let's drool XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6T7cAeLRTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V6T7cAeLRTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-7379838275251782997?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7379838275251782997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7379838275251782997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-heart-him-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5357717112418493426</id><published>2010-04-20T11:01:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:27:47.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Deco deco deco</title><content type='html'>Currently, there is a free concert at my house, downstairs. Seriously. The workers are breaking, smashing, hitting, beating or whatever other words that are synonym the floor to do the flooring. God. The noise is so loud, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are possibilities that the renovation could be finished by today cuz the downstairs area doesn't really contain many things to be moved compared to things at upstairs. But I'm just so glad the renovation at upstairs area has finished last week cuz it was such a nightmare. Seriously. The area looked like there was a flooding going on or something. It was a mess. Thank god it was over. Anyways, I have decided to put pictures of how did it look like on last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it looks like DURING the renovation ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cGxzI6hI/AAAAAAAAAks/fhaavSriLic/s1600/securedownload+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cGxzI6hI/AAAAAAAAAks/fhaavSriLic/s320/securedownload+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462052825842903570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cSHF7XeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hG7hmtgHhQs/s1600/securedownload+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cSHF7XeI/AAAAAAAAAk0/hG7hmtgHhQs/s320/securedownload+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462053020537413090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cbg6dK5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/BuJd0DluDZM/s1600/securedownload+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cbg6dK5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/BuJd0DluDZM/s320/securedownload+(4).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462053182087441298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80clLcrWYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/uMkNBkQNizs/s1600/securedownload+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80clLcrWYI/AAAAAAAAAlE/uMkNBkQNizs/s320/securedownload+(7).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462053348124088706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cvGHlCkI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Q5yuokcQvyw/s1600/securedownload+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cvGHlCkI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Q5yuokcQvyw/s320/securedownload+(6).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462053518492109378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80c1w1VSZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fbkqDsIgTtA/s1600/securedownload+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80c1w1VSZI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fbkqDsIgTtA/s320/securedownload+(8).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462053633037519250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is AFTER the renovation ; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80geTqXBcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ozqx9yPysOk/s1600/securedownload+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80geTqXBcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Ozqx9yPysOk/s320/securedownload+(9).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462057628116387266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80gp3A7a6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jdGBGLRnRbc/s1600/securedownload+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80gp3A7a6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/jdGBGLRnRbc/s320/securedownload+(10).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462057826584849314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80g_PS8dpI/AAAAAAAAAls/u409-Kb_7vs/s1600/securedownload+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80g_PS8dpI/AAAAAAAAAls/u409-Kb_7vs/s320/securedownload+(14).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462058193880118930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80hHbgTH6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/KB66Z7sXy3Q/s1600/securedownload+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80hHbgTH6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/KB66Z7sXy3Q/s320/securedownload+(13).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462058334596308898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80hP7RHBSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q5UMMsC3alE/s1600/securedownload+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80hP7RHBSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/q5UMMsC3alE/s320/securedownload+(11).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462058480561489186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80hXStSgII/AAAAAAAAAmE/jiEY5sZyvB0/s1600/securedownload+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80hXStSgII/AAAAAAAAAmE/jiEY5sZyvB0/s320/securedownload+(12).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462058607112781954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renovation was about the flooring.  If you wanna see the real difference, come here to my house. You are so welcome to see the difference! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I need a buddy. I'm dying of boredom. Byez -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5357717112418493426?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/5357717112418493426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=5357717112418493426&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5357717112418493426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5357717112418493426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/04/deco-deco-deco.html' title='Deco deco deco'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S80cGxzI6hI/AAAAAAAAAks/fhaavSriLic/s72-c/securedownload+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5426155348544822667</id><published>2010-04-03T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:28:44.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Of course you did</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S7bZNBEotPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/EbVToAbQMcY/s1600/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S7bZNBEotPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/EbVToAbQMcY/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455786816255341810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take unnecessary pictures sometimes and this is one of them. I was bored. Haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up and went to Giant with my mom. And you know what that means? It's an equation. Giant + Mother = Sushi. That makes sense. Really. I bought Sushi! And Maggi..and other bunch of grocery stuff. I don't know if it is normal or not but everytime we go to the Giant, we have to use two trolleys to carry all the stuff. We have a big family, including the cats, so I guess that's normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today, one of our trolleys got stolen. Stupid, I know. I mean it was an empty trolley and I left it somewhere at the corner to pick up some stuff and then when I returned, the trolley has gone. Some brilliant idiot took it. And then I ran to my mom to nag about the stolen trolley and she was like, "Aik, kat Giant pun nak main curi-mencuri?". Then of course, I had to walk out of the Giant back, pick a new one and go back inside and bla bla bla. Thanks a lot to the trolley stealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, it's not even funny. I wasn't really in the good mood at the time cuz I had to wake up early in the morning and obviously I'm not really an early riser, and then some idiot stole my trolley? Like really? It's not a good combination at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it doesn't bother me that much. I mean, it's only a trolley. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, maksu's parents-in-law-to-be will come over to my house to have a meeting about the wedding stuff. One word, thrilled. I don't know why but I get excited easily about this whole wedding thing. And it's not even my wedding. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom currently is making lasagna for lunch. Yummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syahirah + food = Happy Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5426155348544822667?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/5426155348544822667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=5426155348544822667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5426155348544822667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5426155348544822667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-course-you-did.html' title='Of course you did'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S7bZNBEotPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/EbVToAbQMcY/s72-c/DSC00980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-7403043924240304858</id><published>2010-02-23T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:28:58.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Dealing</title><content type='html'>Hello :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S4YK_FGHQxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JOqrxqe9Alc/s1600-h/park+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S4YK_FGHQxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JOqrxqe9Alc/s320/park+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049278539678482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday. Ehehe. Yesterday, I went to KLCC with my friends. It was fun. We watched Valentines's Day, did some gossiping at the park, had lunch at McD and best of all, took lots lots lots and lots of picture! Ninie has posted the pictures on Facebook and so did I. Take a look if you're a nice person. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S4YLIdtzKwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Qpl76b0mmZE/s1600-h/wayang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S4YLIdtzKwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Qpl76b0mmZE/s320/wayang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442049439767407362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I just listened to 'Hey there Delilah' in Malay version. Aww it's so cute. It has made my day ;) I have officially subscribed the youtuber. Plus, he has videos of him backpacking around Europe with his friends. So fun to see such videos. Oh oh oh and, he has a blog too! Jeng jeng jeng I followed his blog already. Miahaha. Anyway, I'm still obsessed with 'Sang Mantan' song by Nidji. I can cry over and over again just by listening to this song. I'm being emotional lately. PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten anything except porridge since four days ago. *sigh* I'm hating my braces already. Like yesterday, all of my friends ate Cheeseburger and stuff while I was the only one who had to eat Chicken Porridge. And did I mention? I have ulcers around my inner lips. Not one, or two ulcers, but four. The ulcers are exactly located against the braces. The friction between the metal and the ulcers is killing me like hell. It takes time for me to talk or laugh. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uncool -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-7403043924240304858?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/7403043924240304858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=7403043924240304858&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7403043924240304858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7403043924240304858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/02/deal-and-bear-with-it.html' title='Dealing'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S4YK_FGHQxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/JOqrxqe9Alc/s72-c/park+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-6519700031307218541</id><published>2010-02-11T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:30:04.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal'/><title type='text'>Distract me</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="RED"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; This blog contains a lot of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday. I keep telling about what day is it everytime I post a blog. Well that's because the day and the date stated above are not correct. I think they use the West area instead of East unless if I edit them at the account settings but apparently I don't know how to do it, so...whatever?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Amalina, one of my bestfriends that I've known for years, and also, a person that I haven't seen quite a long time, she, came to my house. We, as in me, &lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Amalina &amp; Nazihah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; planned to spend time together at my house. But apparently, Nazihah couldn't make it cuz she had to babysit her baby brothers and sisters. FYI, Nazihah is the most kind-est sister that I have ever met. Seriously. She is soooo caring and loving and... you name it. Compare to me, well, I'm like the meanest yet still the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COOLEST&lt;/span&gt; sister you could ever imagine. I'm evil but still cool &amp; awesome. Muahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Padan muka adik-adik saya. Tu la, sepah kan rumah lagi. Siapa suruh. Kahkahkah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYvB5gXSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/S35PiviH2eU/s1600-h/amal.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYvB5gXSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/S35PiviH2eU/s320/amal.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857108897226018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OY4cJixdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fL2w6dOttxQ/s1600-h/meeeeee.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OY4cJixdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fL2w6dOttxQ/s320/meeeeee.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857270562637266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OZLysptcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oscpSU0_2ys/s1600-h/bdmnton.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OZLysptcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oscpSU0_2ys/s320/bdmnton.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857603032987074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OZrtWq9PI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XHvhCNxe5us/s1600-h/kahkah.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OZrtWq9PI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XHvhCNxe5us/s320/kahkah.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436858151354430706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OZXt2FinI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2dYF0mtABXc/s1600-h/Hahahah.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OZXt2FinI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2dYF0mtABXc/s320/Hahahah.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436857807888812658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, today, I'm very excited to blog about something. I...........cooked! Again! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that, yesterday, Amalina and I, baked (not sure whether 'bake' is the right word. lol). We did &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kek Batik&lt;/span&gt;. Hoho yeah. You should have tasted it. It's yummy cuz it was so sugary. And guess what, it has finished already. It has eaten by my family and Amalina's family. Proud, yeah. Haha. Here's the picture of the cake before it disappeared into everybody's digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OX9V5U3-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/0oTg9i-lfOM/s1600-h/keke+batik.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OX9V5U3-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/0oTg9i-lfOM/s320/keke+batik.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856255271722978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the cooking part. Today, I cooked &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ikan masak asam pedas.&lt;/span&gt; Mind you, I cooked this with my maid together. But but but, here's the but part, when it came about the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sayur&lt;/span&gt; part, I totally cooked it by myself! I did the cutting of the carrots, the onions and all the vegetables that were involved,&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="BLUE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; BY MYSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt; HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYHwWEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAew/QuK9QH11ir4/s1600-h/veggies.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYHwWEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAew/QuK9QH11ir4/s320/veggies.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856434170275794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYQI32vYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9-cOrdwQ2zQ/s1600-h/cooking.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYQI32vYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9-cOrdwQ2zQ/s320/cooking.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856578193407362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYc6ePfII/AAAAAAAAAfA/30KoLqLVHrA/s1600-h/something.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYc6ePfII/AAAAAAAAAfA/30KoLqLVHrA/s320/something.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436856797666180226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just...proud. This is what happen when a girl, that never went to the kitchen before, ended up go to the kitchen (finally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jakun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-6519700031307218541?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/6519700031307218541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=6519700031307218541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6519700031307218541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6519700031307218541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/02/distract-me.html' title='Distract me'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3OYvB5gXSI/AAAAAAAAAfI/S35PiviH2eU/s72-c/amal.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-5413061641327476353</id><published>2010-02-09T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:18:08.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be raining</title><content type='html'>"The greatest pleasure in life, is doing what people say you cannot do,". I saw this quote at one of my friends Facebook profile &amp; I love it. It has to do with something about my blog post today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Tuesday and I feel great. You wanna know why? Cuz I don't have to stressed out about the assignment thing anymore. I'm free. It's 1.10pm and I haven't taken a shower. Haha I feel much more greater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... Noor Syahirah bt Azmi, learnt how to cook. Hoho she cooks? Yes, she just did. You can jump off the building &lt;big&gt;NOW&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked Tomyam! But of course I didn't cook by myself. I cooked it with my maid. Hoho trust me, if I cooked by myself, the kitchen would have disappeared by now. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3DwCGeiYxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OvuaqPTZXfU/s1600-h/tomyam+kuali.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3DwCGeiYxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OvuaqPTZXfU/s320/tomyam+kuali.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436108669125288722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I cut the onion, the carrot, and other bunch of stuff that I don't even remember what were they. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3DwMfjHDII/AAAAAAAAAeg/uXHPHXA9DeQ/s1600-h/tomyam+mangkuk.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3DwMfjHDII/AAAAAAAAAeg/uXHPHXA9DeQ/s320/tomyam+mangkuk.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436108847654046850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, in order to prove about the cooking, I took pictures. Muahaha. I think I can lose weight just by cooking cuz you can totally sweating like crazy just by doing it. Free Sauna. Hoo yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-5413061641327476353?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/5413061641327476353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=5413061641327476353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5413061641327476353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/5413061641327476353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/02/must-be-raining.html' title='Must be raining'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S3DwCGeiYxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OvuaqPTZXfU/s72-c/tomyam+kuali.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-7263029362858265929</id><published>2010-02-03T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:30:40.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm fine, thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S2j4JKDXUiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/f64BimSSutI/s1600-h/113220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S2j4JKDXUiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/f64BimSSutI/s320/113220.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433865786623480354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM BORED. WOOT WOOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S2j4UaEpQ8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/O0i__xtuu5A/s1600-h/113656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S2j4UaEpQ8I/AAAAAAAAAeA/O0i__xtuu5A/s320/113656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433865979902378946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-7263029362858265929?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/7263029362858265929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=7263029362858265929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7263029362858265929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/7263029362858265929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-fine-thank-you.html' title='I&apos;m fine, thank you.'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_INqFh1A10zQ/S2j4JKDXUiI/AAAAAAAAAd4/f64BimSSutI/s72-c/113220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533362355800066702.post-6611330619538950348</id><published>2008-11-07T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:31:13.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious'/><title type='text'>This is what my bestfriend says about me :)</title><content type='html'>I took this from her blog. I almost cried when i read this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The first person that I'm going to write about here is Noor Syahirah Azmi. I'm not quite sure of the exact date I first met her. Either it was sometime during Standard 4 or Standard 5. We weren't really close back then. We were just sleepover buddies. We may had some issues but by the year 2006, I realized that I relied on her indirectly. Although, I didn't really regard her as my BFF that time but I know deep down, she really meant something to me. I have this weird way of differentiating the important people in my life. I thought to myself, if Syiera was never in my life, what would I had become? A lost little piglet, that was what my mind pictured in 06. Slowly and automatically, we grew closer and closer and closer and then, we became inseperable. Due to the distance, we had to be seperated but we try to spend as much time with each other as possible. Whenever I get the chance, I'll flee over to her place and during the holidays, she'll register as the temporary citizen of the Sendijins family. Syahirah here you see, I just call her by the name Syiera. I cut off the A&amp;amp;H after the Y and add an E. I am used to calling her Syiera that sometimes, it takes me about 2 minutes to remember her full name. Syahirah has this obsession towards Skandar Keynes. Although, she doesn't admit it, it is clearly stated on her forehead that she's very much into Skandar Keynes. In year 07, she was a content person. She behaved according to her mood and her surroundings. Early 08, she went through the phase in teenage life where she was lost for while but she got through it with the help of the people around her and most of all, with the help of herself. Syahirah and I can be considered as telepathic as we both don't really have to say what we're thinking, we can just guess what the other is thinking about and burst into laughter that noone else except for us can understand. Syahirah is also, very neat. Her room is never in a mess. If the room's in a very terrible state, she'll quickly put everything back into order. She tidies her room up faster than you can say 'Spongebob is square and yellow'. She thinks she's bloated when she's actually normal. She's not too skinny, she's not fat either. You can actually see her bones. The words that come out from her mouth are very interesting and funny words. When she speaks, I spend most of the time laughing and giggling. I hereby quote 'eee. Awak, jangan risaw, kita lagi busuk. And tgk, my hair dah berglitter3, well you know what, its not glitter, it is actually MINYAK!'. That was said by Syahirah. We spend about an hour or two talking on the phone everyday. Our conversations never last less than an hour. On the phone, we talk about important stuff which then lead into random stuff. Last night, we tried talking in Swedish and we ended up sounding like we have octopuses attached to our tongues. It also took us about 10 mins to regain our stability from the continuous laughter. By the end of the Swedish session, our cheeks felt like they were made of plastics. We usually end our phone conversation with giggling and then 'bye' or 'okay okay. my mom ada. bye'. The best thing about Syahirah is, she never discriminate. She never judge people without knowing the person or the situation the person is into. She will try her best to help in any way. Sometimes, she makes me feel so much better just by listening. She doesn't have to do anything, just by listening, she makes me feel a whole lot better. Syahirah also has this habit of talking to herself that I, myself find rather cute. There was this time when I was breaking my fast at her house. I asked her to eat with me but she refused. She wants to stop eating. The next minute, her head was inside the fridge scanning for food. She was talking to herself like how she hid the bread and the next thing you know, she was infront of me, feeding rice into her mouth. I find that moment VERY VERY VERY cute. I didn't say anything but I had this huge urge to hug her and never let go. We seldom fight. We have the average urguments but we seldom fight. I hope we never will ever fight at times to come. The last time we had an argument was about the word 'amiable'. We argued for 20 mins then, we talked about something else, then, we argued about the word again and then, the topic was suddenly changed and the next thing, we were arguing about 'amiable' again. Our arguments are never serious. We would laugh and mock each other while arguing. When Syahirah laughs, she makes this really adorable face and we also have this habit of making silly and ridiculous faces while taking pictures. I remembered this picture of hers. I can never describe it but it was hilarious. If there was a song for me to describe Syahirah, it would be ' These words by Natasha Bedingfield' and I would personally take the 'I love you, I love you, I love you' part and sing it again and again to her. I forgot to add, she also gets annoyed easily. The best way to annoy her is to sing the Enchanted song. The one Patrick Dempsey is in. I am VERY blessed to have Noor Syahirah Azmi in my life and I am very grateful to God. I pray everyday that she'll always be with me, eventhough not visible but symbolically, she'll always be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533362355800066702-6611330619538950348?l=syierara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/feeds/6611330619538950348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6533362355800066702&amp;postID=6611330619538950348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6611330619538950348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533362355800066702/posts/default/6611330619538950348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syierara.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-what-my-bestfriend-says-about.html' title='This is what my bestfriend says about me :)'/><author><name>Syahirah Azmi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18344059257713954065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzxnnx2VLuk/TzP5UAq5fRI/AAAAAAAABBI/FQqqj_oLhDI/s220/Lama%2B1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
