<?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-613649254316528874</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:49:44.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Today Is Slightly Sarcastic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3525841398085852597</id><published>2010-06-25T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:56:09.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immunity For Keepsake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/TCTtQGaFWZI/AAAAAAAABMo/_Ez_i4VveOI/s1600/tumblr_l2zd31vLCU1qza6kro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/TCTtQGaFWZI/AAAAAAAABMo/_Ez_i4VveOI/s400/tumblr_l2zd31vLCU1qza6kro1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486771106897811858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me that this will most definitely be my last post here for reasons that are quite obvious (actually,just college,it screws us all). The whole crew left and TTDI is just exuding this sad and empty vibe. Honest to goodness truth,I didn't expect myself to feel this way,I am borderline devastated. I've known these people for years,I grew up with my mofos. We've grown up ! Exciting for a few seconds and then,reality rained on our parade. As moronically cliche' this sounds,I realized something so pure and sincere about our friendship. Through all the rough patches we've treaded on,the lifelines we hung from in times where I think,this is it,we're no longer friends -- lo and behold,that didn't strain the bond we've formed. The number of times we've fought,the unbelievably rude things we've said to each other when provoked,the cold shoulders and silent treatments. In spite of myself,I shut that voice in my head,that ego,would I really break ties with them after being friends for so long? Absolutely not. How lucky am I to have them in my life ? I've never felt so blessed until the moment I looked around the table last night,the last hurrah,and I'm holding on to that image because as much as I hate to admit it,that was the last time things will ever feel familiar for each of us. Imma miss the boys the most because for the past four months,they've been my trusty companion,my hombres,dragged me along everywhere eventhough I was the only female present in the car,officially one of the boys LOL sighing wistfully at the mo'. See,here's the problem ni ! Get too attached and experience PTDS (post traumatic devastation syndrome) before college !!!! K,drama minggu ini sikit but you get my drift. Rindu gila gila gila kat Izzud dengan Buj dengan Farid especially,menusuk kalbu please. Dah lah 3years?! Balik masa raya je?! WTF BRB sobbing mentally GMH ! On a brighter note,Dayana and I are going to be college buddies in MSU this Monday,whoopwhoop ! While waiting for my UiTM intake. I accepted the MSU offer 'cause my brain cells are dead and they need to be reincarnated before I shrivel up and die sans any knowledge whatsoever. I'm stoked,really am. 1/2 year of bumming has come to an official end,alhamdulillah (shedding tears of joy). It was fucken' ace while it lasted. C'est la vie ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3525841398085852597?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3525841398085852597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3525841398085852597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3525841398085852597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3525841398085852597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/06/immunity-for-keepsake.html' title='Immunity For Keepsake'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/TCTtQGaFWZI/AAAAAAAABMo/_Ez_i4VveOI/s72-c/tumblr_l2zd31vLCU1qza6kro1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4559058588574069354</id><published>2010-05-23T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:22:12.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Scuse Me,Infatuation Weaving Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lnFqZ9hNI/AAAAAAAABMA/C238xXy0Mak/s1600/tumblr_kz72huu5lx1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lnFqZ9hNI/AAAAAAAABMA/C238xXy0Mak/s400/tumblr_kz72huu5lx1qza6kro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474520169025733842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tehehe. The apparent "long time" in my previous post stops here. I mean,I just said that to seem all sentimental-i'm-leaving-this-era kind of way. Besides,I'm hoping this would eventually succeed in making me slightly drowsy and sleep because tomorrow is going to be the first rough Monday in the history of rough Mondays sans school. Will be as quick as an orgasm,I swear ! My mija braided my hair for World Stage like the blonde's up there. I miss her but I shall survive. On a lighter note,I wish she was here so I could tell her that I'm smitten. Smitten as a Persian kitten. My John Doe's quirky and kooky and undeniably the source of most of my smothered laughter. Literally lingering around for a couple of years,gone unnoticed and now,his presence is exceptionally tough to ignore. Subtly earning a coveted post with me.You see,I've kept my John Doe infatuation down low. That's saying alot,if you ask me. The population of this little fact+his identity can barely fill a toilet stall in a mall.  I'm not in the least bit sure when to drop the nuclear bomb and disrupt the wavelengths of his chaotic,if not rarely sane,mind. It's agonizing,this uncertainty. John Doe's verdict is probably just as uncertain as the rise of the Antichrist. I'm afraid to pry into that Pandora's box of his in case it'll ensue dismay and a bunch of other nasty thoughts to get by with. Then again,Pandora's big on hope too. Ho hum deedly dum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4559058588574069354?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4559058588574069354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4559058588574069354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4559058588574069354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4559058588574069354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/05/scuse-meinfatuation-weaving-through.html' title='&apos;Scuse Me,Infatuation Weaving Through'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lnFqZ9hNI/AAAAAAAABMA/C238xXy0Mak/s72-c/tumblr_kz72huu5lx1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3833059366082077126</id><published>2010-05-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T10:21:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S-1-jgoBvEI/AAAAAAAABLw/9vxYUOnOxN4/s1600/tumblr_kzyecnFJTK1qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S-1-jgoBvEI/AAAAAAAABLw/9vxYUOnOxN4/s400/tumblr_kzyecnFJTK1qza6kro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471168270843362370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hibernating atm or when I'm feeling a teensy bit poetic,I happen to find myself standing and thinking on the beach with the vast sea of my future laid before me. Today marks two years of my Bloggership. Cringe inducing thoughts of the unmentionable path I'd have to jolly well trod on is not healthy for my soul...that and my sloth-esque sleeping pattern. Don't get me wrong though,I'm so stoked for university,I could be shittin' ray of sunshines and sprout sparkly wings and start to dazzle.  A different group of hombres,an array of (hopefully) steaming+intellectual guys,the feel of a new pen against my fingers, straightening out the scrunched up edges of a testpad and the beginning of my life as a law student. In the meantime,I'm living life at an ungodly slow pace and depicting every minute (literally) through my Twitter. That app. is my life. If I was brutally murdered,I'm giving Horatio permission to check my Twitter out. I'm retaining my authenticity by not having a Tumblr account. Apparently,most people don't rant on Tumblr. I am a person who rants in girly hues after watching a masochistic movie. I am cool like that. Before I leave this space for possibly a very long time,lemme just say that in this solitary confinement silence I've been in since my friends lead lives of their own,I've learnt that I find absolute peace in being alone. Semi-independent in my own pretty odd way.  Have a good year,thou stranger who reads this. (After reading my old posts,I've had a blessed two years and fingers crossed,more to come.) xx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3833059366082077126?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3833059366082077126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3833059366082077126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3833059366082077126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3833059366082077126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/05/anew.html' title='Anew'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S-1-jgoBvEI/AAAAAAAABLw/9vxYUOnOxN4/s72-c/tumblr_kzyecnFJTK1qza6kro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6898018596906146071</id><published>2010-04-08T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:37:55.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile,Don't Crush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S74a9pPC5kI/AAAAAAAABLo/MxR2w1mUW-4/s1600/tumblr_kyq59ir0Uh1qazvw1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S74a9pPC5kI/AAAAAAAABLo/MxR2w1mUW-4/s400/tumblr_kyq59ir0Uh1qazvw1o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457829444762920514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been said that something as fragile as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon half way around the world. In this case,the words that came tumbling out of my mouth must have stabbed you hard, must have seemed unsympathetic. Enough to make me know I've unleashed this absurd feeling in the corner of your heart. I'm well aware that I've scarred people along the road and I'm definitely not the kind of person who settles for someone who is comfortable with being pushed around.  I don't know how to explain myself,I don't how to explain this lump that forms in my throat everytime I think about it. I'm sorry I hurt you and I mean this in the most honest and sincere way ever but have you any idea how I felt after you didn't acknowledge my apology,at all? Not in the slightest bit. I don't expect you to accept my apology,considering what I did,but just the thought of it wouldn't kill you. Something as simple as a Hi or a nod of the head. Something to tell me that you'll wave the white flag,that we'll surrender and leave this behind. I'm not going to ask you to let bygones be bygones because in truth,nobody really does. It's all second nature,to forgive yet we'll forever find it impossible to forget. I'm guilt-ridden,A. At the same time,I don't want to do this. The last thing I'd want is to burden you with this because I feel as if I'm being selfish but thinking about this is getting me flustered and frazzled. You're so mad at me,just the thought of it makes me cringe and feel ten feet smaller. Helpless and at a loss for words. Your absence is eating me alive. I can't believe I was capable of hurting someone like this,so much so,we're barely considered friends anymore. I'll give you time. All the time in the world and when you check your watch and decide it's time,do me a favour. Close your eyes,clear your heart,let it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6898018596906146071?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6898018596906146071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6898018596906146071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6898018596906146071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6898018596906146071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/04/fragiledont-crush.html' title='Fragile,Don&apos;t Crush.'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S74a9pPC5kI/AAAAAAAABLo/MxR2w1mUW-4/s72-c/tumblr_kyq59ir0Uh1qazvw1o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5227498254359459888</id><published>2010-04-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:06:22.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outburst of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7oTKW1TOJI/AAAAAAAABLY/BOFE42jn_J4/s1600/tumblr_kztlhpSzKz1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7oTKW1TOJI/AAAAAAAABLY/BOFE42jn_J4/s400/tumblr_kztlhpSzKz1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456694967161534610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes,I am torn. Should I speak my mind or keep it to myself ? See,being outwardly euphoric and depressed at intervals can drive a person up the wall and have question marks floating aimlessly in their thoughts,Is She? Is She Not? I would be shamelessly lying to myself if I said I'm content with the silence. Silence can shake one's consciousness right down to their very core. That leads to my shaky decision to say whats on my mind. I'm just this walking jug of random thoughts that you can pick out. Would I ever let myself drown in my own thoughts? Rather be dubbed melodramatic than a mute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5227498254359459888?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5227498254359459888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5227498254359459888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5227498254359459888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5227498254359459888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/04/outburst-of-thoughts.html' title='Outburst of Thoughts'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7oTKW1TOJI/AAAAAAAABLY/BOFE42jn_J4/s72-c/tumblr_kztlhpSzKz1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2280123432535722320</id><published>2010-03-31T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:10:28.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subtle Is Not Your Middle Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7MtB9Xm8mI/AAAAAAAABLI/9VFWzvPPtjw/s1600/tumblr_kyld20lDOf1qzwyfio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7MtB9Xm8mI/AAAAAAAABLI/9VFWzvPPtjw/s400/tumblr_kyld20lDOf1qzwyfio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454753085352505954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many little girls,so terribly polluted. I mean,I can accept it if you do all that that when you're seventeen. But when you've barely reached puberty? Honey,this ain't a past I'd like to tell my children later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2280123432535722320?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2280123432535722320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2280123432535722320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2280123432535722320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2280123432535722320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/subtle-is-not-your-middle-name.html' title='Subtle Is Not Your Middle Name'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7MtB9Xm8mI/AAAAAAAABLI/9VFWzvPPtjw/s72-c/tumblr_kyld20lDOf1qzwyfio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1515183992970289834</id><published>2010-03-30T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:29:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Home Away From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7IzirsqzDI/AAAAAAAABLA/CXwHEA_S_Jc/s1600/tumblr_kz090mrnVM1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7IzirsqzDI/AAAAAAAABLA/CXwHEA_S_Jc/s400/tumblr_kz090mrnVM1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454478769637739570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care where I am or how I end up living like,I know that I want to have a library close with me. If by any chance,that wouldn't be possible,just to have a book safely tucked away in my bag is enough to make me feel at ease. You see,like everybody else,books offer me this safety blanket,the reassurance that no matter how cross-wired my life is at that exact moment,I can at least escape the reality. The heaviness and dread of a situation will always be easily lifted once I read. You could say I owe this to my parents,they started with the typical books with pictures. My particular favourite when I was a toddler was those big Disney books where you had to spot the items they asked you to ! Pre-teen days were spent reading every book from the Olsen and Enid Blyton franchise. I mean,c'mon. Who never read Enid Blyton?! As I grew older,I skipped the stage of Gossip Girls and all that,which comes to a surprise,even to my closest friends. I mostly stuck to Kinsella and Ahern and moved on towards the heavier plots until now. I leaned more to English books rather than Malay novels mainly because,well,I just don't fancy the plotlines. I only started reading Meniti Kaca and the rest because it was part of the education syndicate. I'm struck with awe,with the wistful thinking and with the way I absorb myself into the characters. I love words. Words excite me in ways I can't begin to explain. Never would I dub myself a flawless writer because I am not.Being an avid reader and having this much of a passion,as absurd as that sounds,it feels like having a boyfriend. I get caught up with what it tells me,it makes me smile to myself,and whenever I'm not with it,all I can think about is how badly I want to go home,jump on my bed,and let it keep me up all night,you know? A book doesn't even have to be open to feel that. The spines don't even have to be cracked. I'm the type of person who is most content with her fingers wrapped around a book and being tucked under covers. Why keep books if you don't pay attention to some of them? The answer is as obvious as asking a widow with 27 cats. To keep me company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1515183992970289834?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1515183992970289834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1515183992970289834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1515183992970289834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1515183992970289834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-away-from-home.html' title='A Home Away From Home'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S7IzirsqzDI/AAAAAAAABLA/CXwHEA_S_Jc/s72-c/tumblr_kz090mrnVM1qzuhd2o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1762452622729703792</id><published>2010-03-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:22:29.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Much Less Epic Than An Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S647l0bIP6I/AAAAAAAABKw/83gMY7F8U-8/s1600/tumblr_kzeyh5vb5f1qbqr2co1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S647l0bIP6I/AAAAAAAABKw/83gMY7F8U-8/s320/tumblr_kzeyh5vb5f1qbqr2co1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453361719705878434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the simplest of terms,I just miss being missed by the person who made me feel euphoric after being acknowledged. I wish you were here but you're there and there doesn't know how lucky it is. I don't think about you but you're always there,in the back of my mind. The afterthought. I never had the intention ; To suffocate myself with this kind of realisation. I don't want to be known as the girl who just cannot get over the last guy who meant a thing to her because I am not. I refuse to feel sorry for myself because I am only sorry he never took the time to stand back and appreciate this affection. The heart wants what the heart wants and when your heart speaks,remember to take good notes.  To be honest,I loved that douche less and less until the feeling now is just platonic. The sparks were long gone,the butterflies don't flutter at the mention of his name or at the sight of his face. That's reserved for somebody else now. But,still. I wonder,I'm dying to ask. Did I ever leave an impact on your life? Even if just the tiniest? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1762452622729703792?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1762452622729703792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1762452622729703792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1762452622729703792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1762452622729703792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-much-less-epic-than-epiphany.html' title='Something Much Less Epic Than An Epiphany'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S647l0bIP6I/AAAAAAAABKw/83gMY7F8U-8/s72-c/tumblr_kzeyh5vb5f1qbqr2co1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2018226081322377163</id><published>2010-03-24T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:39:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Spoons of Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S6n6iH30inI/AAAAAAAABKY/-AGuFEixPdY/s1600/21bt2xc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S6n6iH30inI/AAAAAAAABKY/-AGuFEixPdY/s320/21bt2xc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452164288044370546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you know there's a subtle difference between wistful thinking and wishful thinking? (and no,it isn't the T or H in the spelling)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2018226081322377163?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2018226081322377163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2018226081322377163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2018226081322377163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2018226081322377163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-spoons-of-wishful-thinking.html' title='Two Spoons of Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S6n6iH30inI/AAAAAAAABKY/-AGuFEixPdY/s72-c/21bt2xc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4674560688199199876</id><published>2010-03-18T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:06:17.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips Are Best Kept Sealed,Secrets Are Best Kept Shared (Because We All Know That's What'll Happen Eventually)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S6LfgfPIk5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/EKhBHzwGK_o/s1600-h/2ng54s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S6LfgfPIk5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/EKhBHzwGK_o/s320/2ng54s2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450164248305505170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are taught and raised to make sure the skeletons in your closet stay put. It's the unspoken rule. And then comes the time when the bones start rattling against the door and out they come tumbling. Need not worry though,because most of the time,these are the truths that you yourself choose to speak of. The harmless bits and pieces that wouldn't affect anybody around you in ways that would wreak havoc nor would it do any harm to you mentally and emotionally. The solid subject to prove this statement is yours truly. This may come out as a vain sentence but I want people to know me,to grasp the fact that I am not what they think I am,to see why is it so my friends are my friends. Then again,I don't want to pull a Big Brother and reveal all my dirty little secrets (not that I have any) or be completely at ease with sharing absolutely every detail of my life or let you into my innermost thoughts. That is utterly ridiculous.  Might as well start penning my biography and have it published,right? Like I said,it's the harmless facts. The ones that I want to amuse people with and to let them know me without having to keep a notepad on my inside and outs. Still,the hidden traits,the funny habits that me myself find it hard to notice is what my closest friends are for. That privilege is and always will be for that bond we've formed and strengthen over the years. C'mon,don't deny me this micromillinanopicogigatera revelation. Every human being is guilty of sharing their thoughts and their secrets with random people. Which we all know,does no justice whatsoever to its concept but still,it's a fact of life. SO ! Before I scurry along the lines of the basic point,maybe I'll waste my time on a hundred (harmless) truths about myself. Before I become famous and have my very own biography on bookstands,nonetheless ehehe. Until then,we'll have to make do with this random post that was to supposedly make me doze off. Failed but at least,that's one random thought of the day down,a gazillion more to go. Two more days in Europe and I shall rid myself of this temporary insanity of having zero To-Dos,xx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4674560688199199876?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4674560688199199876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4674560688199199876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4674560688199199876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4674560688199199876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/lips-are-best-kept-sealedsecrets-are.html' title='Lips Are Best Kept Sealed,Secrets Are Best Kept Shared (Because We All Know That&apos;s What&apos;ll Happen Eventually)'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S6LfgfPIk5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/EKhBHzwGK_o/s72-c/2ng54s2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4579412208583786709</id><published>2010-03-06T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:17:27.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going,Going,Gone (For The Mo')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S5KHzbG494I/AAAAAAAABKI/yzQV_cGCa58/s1600-h/tumblr_ks4jfduKl61qzdr4go1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S5KHzbG494I/AAAAAAAABKI/yzQV_cGCa58/s320/tumblr_ks4jfduKl61qzdr4go1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445564216964085634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Hi Hello ! So,I'm leaving for Rome and whatnot on Monday night. Surreal. I haven't been overseas for so long. I hate being a tourist,it's so obvious pulak tu. Hahaha. Can't believe I'm not going to see Ilya before I leave on Monday. She'll be in Singapore for Paramore (BEECH). Was supposed to go but I thought it was on Monday night,not Sunday !@#$%^&amp;amp;* . Anyways,two weeks without my bestfriends to keep me sane is going to be tough but I'll survive. I am a tough cookie *pose*  This shall be a short post. I don't want to fall in love there. I've already got my eyes on somebody here. Take care,whoever reads my blog. If there are any. X.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4579412208583786709?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4579412208583786709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4579412208583786709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4579412208583786709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4579412208583786709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/03/goinggoinggone-for-mo.html' title='Going,Going,Gone (For The Mo&apos;)'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S5KHzbG494I/AAAAAAAABKI/yzQV_cGCa58/s72-c/tumblr_ks4jfduKl61qzdr4go1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6702004202677062128</id><published>2010-02-28T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:49:17.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidal Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4qVzu9ogyI/AAAAAAAABKA/7phCOUUzSCY/s1600-h/17455_1342505290663_1472142824_30927540_145640_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4qVzu9ogyI/AAAAAAAABKA/7phCOUUzSCY/s320/17455_1342505290663_1472142824_30927540_145640_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327815643071266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. Do you know how it feels like to wait for something you know will never come but you still hold on to that thin shred of hope eventhough the voice in your head tells you,don't ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've perfected that by now,really. It's like playing a game of tug of war with yourself. You wait but when you realize it's completely bogus if it really does come,you stop waiting. It goes on again,day after day ever since then. In case you were wondering,yes it sucks. When realization hits you like a tidal wave and you're caught under water. You struggle to hold on to what's in reach,to the familiar exterior of a tree bark or a post,you hang on to that for your life but the current makes it tougher,the current wants to break your grip. You so desperately cling on to that until you know it's pointless,it's beyond your control. That's when you'll start to let go,bit by bit and pray to God to please,please bring yourself ashore. To that moment where you can finally breathe and say Hey,I'm Going To Be Alright. That Was One Hell Of A Ride But I Got Through It and I'm Going To Walk Away With Only Bruised Memories. I'm the one clinging on to that familiarity and you're the current. Sooner or later,but most definitely,I will learn to let go and wait at the next stop for somebody else to bring me on another ride,one that's worth waiting for. Though,there is a part of me that wants everything to be normal again,for me to know I have a friend,not some boy I used to like and who meant something to me,who I can call up and say OMG Guess What Happened To Me Today?! and to be absolutely sure that everything's better the way it is. Until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6702004202677062128?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6702004202677062128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6702004202677062128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6702004202677062128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6702004202677062128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/02/tidal-waves.html' title='Tidal Waves'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4qVzu9ogyI/AAAAAAAABKA/7phCOUUzSCY/s72-c/17455_1342505290663_1472142824_30927540_145640_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3773451764483991400</id><published>2010-02-28T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T03:07:57.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Dose Of Humor,S'All I Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4pNlL5iM7I/AAAAAAAABJY/DgcN6qKXzjI/s1600-h/tumblr_kw7yodi4yJ1qao0izo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4pNlL5iM7I/AAAAAAAABJY/DgcN6qKXzjI/s320/tumblr_kw7yodi4yJ1qao0izo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443248400875271090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. I think I like you. I'm not going to be daft and say I've fallen head over heels for you because I have not. Not yet,anyways. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rarely do I talk to you but when I do,it makes me happy. You sorta make me happy. Talking to you is like talking to myself. Confusing and frustrating and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me humor,and you've got me wrapped around your fingers. XX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3773451764483991400?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3773451764483991400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3773451764483991400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3773451764483991400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3773451764483991400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-dose-of-humorsall-i-need.html' title='Good Dose Of Humor,S&apos;All I Need'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4pNlL5iM7I/AAAAAAAABJY/DgcN6qKXzjI/s72-c/tumblr_kw7yodi4yJ1qao0izo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2057899186742113668</id><published>2010-02-23T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:12:34.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,Familiarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4PF8SNtXFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AtGEidaaUV4/s1600-h/tumblr_ks4iw7hueg1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4PF8SNtXFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AtGEidaaUV4/s320/tumblr_ks4iw7hueg1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441410414265850962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was still in school,I frequently read blogs of those who finished school and they rarely updated. Curious as ever,I thought to myself "I'm going to blog every single day after I get out of this shithole because,dude,everyday's a holiday ! " This is my first blogpost after two months and I couldn't care less. My life is as mundane and routine as John Tyree's father in Dear John. I'm blaming Twitter,that micro-blogging genius is fcking brilliant! I rarely have shut-eye sessions because I'm up all night reading a book or watching dvds. I wake up around the same time people come home from school and the only time I actually make an effort to wake up in the morning is to have breakfast at McDonalds or a mamak stall. In between that,I feel as if I don't have a reason to even wake up. I'm in the middle of taking my driving license,classes have started and I actually like driving despite the fact that I get distracted easily and I'm afraid I'll hit the nearest lamp post. My uncle's been really keen on having me write on a regular basis for NST so he's trying to help me out with that. I hope it turns out well because I really,really missed writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me wrong though,I worship and treasure these carefree moments of  my life. Those of which are beginning to feel less and more tense because results are coming out soon. I wished I didn't slack,but what's done is done. I won't be here to collect 'em,will be missing all the tears and laughter and joyjumps for Europe. Psyched for that trip ! Leaving in two weeks and I have no idea what to pack. I feel like stuffing everything from my closet into my suitcase. ANYWAYS. I'm keeping this one short. I think I'll probably type something out later tonight. Bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2057899186742113668?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2057899186742113668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2057899186742113668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2057899186742113668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2057899186742113668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellofamiliarity.html' title='Hello,Familiarity'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S4PF8SNtXFI/AAAAAAAABJQ/AtGEidaaUV4/s72-c/tumblr_ks4iw7hueg1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8425324441578573129</id><published>2009-12-15T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:12:16.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Hi Hello !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415516894312657778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SyfH7Dih83I/AAAAAAAABJI/bg1wcfTGghU/s320/11067_197152490997_699000997_3060245_2722129_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First blog post after two months,how wicked is my ability to resist blogging temptations? Wicked enough ! Has everyone missed me? I know there are a few faithful followers of mine,don't I have a fanbase?! Maybe not but it isn't wrong for a girl to dream,si? I may have SPM and the loss of my mojo to blame for my hiatus. It was as if the wheels on my brain were turning,yearning to tell the whole world about my not-so interesting life,ho-hum routines as far as I know but then once I loggin Blogger,this white space just stared at me and vice versa until I just gave up. Quite close to deleting my blog but I don't have the heart to do so,I love reading my previous posts,as melodramatic and cliche' and just plain boring,if you must,as they were. Since I don't keep a diary,why the hell not yeah? I wish I did though but I stopped after the umpteenth time of buying a diary just because it had a pretty cover. Besides,I only wrote on the first page and left it to collect dust in a corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hoping December will be good to me. So far,so good. I've been alone on most days,spending an insane amount of time in my pajamas and only moving a muscle if the task is worth getting up for. You could say SPM's aftermath is sorta like solitary confinement for me. Honestly,I'm not complaining (eventhough I do so on Twitter like,everytime?). I do massive thinking when I'm alone and if you were wondering what my thoughts were about,well then,keep on wondering. Can I talk about November? Hold up,it's my blog so I can and I shall ! Pardon me if I sound melodramatic but November was bittersweet,beyond words. A quarter of my life changed in a millisecond in more ways than one. Everything seemed perfect and although that's a pretty tough word to mess around with,I swear it's true. Then again,good things must always come to an end ; I just wished it didn't have to end so abruptly for me. I turned seventeen a month ago and it was by far the best birthday I've had so far. I am in love with celebratory text messages and phone calls ! I finished my SPM,finally ! I'm still working on my license though hahahaha (y) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brace yourselves for this but the voice in my head constantly reminds me that I loved most unexpectedly at one point of time in the past few months. Excuse me but where's the justice in the law of attraction?! How can you push aside this adrenalin rush courtesy of your feelings for someone? How can you pretend as if nothing ever happened? As if all the cryptic messages,the subtle hints,the inside jokes,meant absolutely nothing? And it only makes it worse when I wonder if I loved in vain. This will bug me to no end,just so you know. To put in the simplest of terms,I miss the butterflies I used to get at the mere mention of your name. Then again,I still do,I just don't talk about it like the way I used to. You still occupy my thoughts. As cliche' and overrated as this may seem like,you couldn't even find a mere trace of frowns during that period of time. Nada,zip,zero. Pretty much content with my life then,not so much now but hey,I'll learn to handle it. Easy come,easy go. I don't have any right to stop you from doing whatever it is you want to,si? Although I'm feeling a gazillion times better than I did before,there'll always be this tiny space reserved just for you. I pinky promised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not exactly my idea of a post-hiatus entry but I just had to get this weight off my shoulders. I swear it'll be less,deep,the next time around. It's two in the morning and I think I shall go spend time in my comfort zone ; Under the bedspread,surrounded by pillows and a torchlight. Shall get lost in Cecelia Ahern's imagination and zest for love and life. Ciao,bella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8425324441578573129?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8425324441578573129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8425324441578573129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8425324441578573129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8425324441578573129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/12/jitters.html' title='Jitters'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SyfH7Dih83I/AAAAAAAABJI/bg1wcfTGghU/s72-c/11067_197152490997_699000997_3060245_2722129_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3303905784999816369</id><published>2009-10-18T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:14:51.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StwEj0U9I8I/AAAAAAAABH8/lFwcK4tWP94/s1600-h/2e54d9s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StwEj0U9I8I/AAAAAAAABH8/lFwcK4tWP94/s400/2e54d9s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394191467071480770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold on a sec,let me just get this out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe SPM is in three weeks ! 30 days,30 freakin' days.&lt;br /&gt;This is it,four weeks,ten subjects,twenty-three papers,countless amounts of pens and a whole lot of gelabah-ing as a starting line to my future.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I thought I'd be all calm and collected up until,say,a week before but I'm freakin' out now.&lt;br /&gt;Head's spinning but I can't afford to be caught up in thoughts of failures or doubt. That doesn't help,it'll just bring out the lazy bum in me. I swear .&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this for my parents who's paying close to a thousand for my tuition fees and the revision books I've been buying just for the sake of feeling like I'm making an effort -_-' ,for Mr. Koo and Mr. Nathan and Mr. Ramesh and Ms. Anusya,Pn. Noraikha,Pn Histaza,Ustazah S.Roha,Cikgu Sritharan,Pn. Shanthy,Pn. Zalifah,Pn. Nurhana,Pn. Hazlin and Pn. Ooi who have been patient throughout these two years. It's like,guilt avenue if I don't get an A or B or,welll,you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;Then again,I know myself more than anyone else does,and that's why I'm not putting high hopes for straight As. At this rate,it's like trying to stop the apocalypse,impossible. Whatever it is,I can't and won't accept anything lower than a B or C. Why? Because Additional Matematics will be on my slip and I know the furthest I would possibly go is a C . Heh . Dapat 6As,7As pun dah bersyukur gila gila gila lah. When people told me that most of us would start studying last minute for SPM,I thought that was bullshit. Macam,bangang ah bila fikir balik kan?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tengok lah sekarang,study gila babi nak mampus punya tak ingat dunia a month before SPM. Tu pun kena paksa diri gila babi,gila gila punya paksa ! Boleh lagi baru berapa jam baca buku buat past year question,tutup buku then cakap " Takpe lah,start study esok lah,pape ah"&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?! Bodoh gila,bila results keluar next year teruk baru nak menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;I can't freakin wait for that to start studying my arse off ! Sure there are nights where I sleep late and digest as much information as possible but it gets tiresome because I'm not putting in as much effort as I should be.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be here now. So as of today,you wont be seeing me for two months until the very last day of SPM,which will be on 9/12/09 . Maybe I'll be on a few days before jugdement day,let out my frustraition and calm my nerves sorta mantra. Kena ada motivasi sikit,kalau tak memang harapan ah kan.Oh and,yeay,mintak restu time. Bestnya.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the nicest person on Earth and I know I've said and done things that have offended many people in many ways but I sincerely apologize for everything I've done.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed that I'll be in your prayers after this hahaha,so yeah. Pray for me a miracle and all the best to the rest of you who'll be sitting for this wretched exam as well. 29 days to the battle and 51 days to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Fasten your seatbelts,92s,it's gonna be a rough ride (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3303905784999816369?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3303905784999816369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3303905784999816369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3303905784999816369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3303905784999816369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StwEj0U9I8I/AAAAAAAABH8/lFwcK4tWP94/s72-c/2e54d9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6603818168589359914</id><published>2009-10-17T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T03:18:27.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and What Army?</title><content type='html'>Saturday,17.10.09 - Ana,Bob and Ilya's openhouses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Danial woke me up freakin early because we were supposed to leave around 11 for Sungai Buloh. Slept for another ten minutes,took a shower and got ready. I couldn't decide what to wear and I settled for a black kurung and this green kain saree fabric to go with it. So,as I was rummaging through my bag,I noticed I had a new message from Danial which said Gen was running late so might as well leave at 1140. Penat penat je aku siap awal. So,everyone was supposed to meet up at the Community Hall since Gen,Majid and Firdaus were convoy-ing. Found out that Firdaus (Khidhir,Ann,Bob) left first. Dalam hati dah macam,bestnya naik dengan Gen since tak ramai orang tumpang so takpayah sempit sempit. Sekali Gen sampai,Odeng dah kat front seat and I saw Kamar at the back. Menyemak ah kau hahaha. So,Kamar,Hanie,Danial and I sqeeuzed in the backseat. Gen ada plush toys dalam kereta dia ! We had to wait for Majid and his crew to arrive so Gen parked and went to the toilet while the rest of us stayed in his car. Kesian Odeng,kena Deepavali jokes. Asal tak gerak Batu Caves lah,Penat tak panjat tangga tu lah hahaha banyak lagi aa. There was a wedding going on at the Hall,so there were cars coming in and out. Ada satu family tu park sebelah kereta Gen,then anak dia macam,checked her reflection in the car window and picked her nose !@#$%^&amp;amp;* hahahahahahahaha tak sedar kot ada orang dalam kereta Gen,ni mesti Odeng ni (jangan marah haha) Then finally nampak kereta Majid,Afiqah dapat jugak shotgun,uhmayzing. Rasa macam balik kampung pulak (Y) Stopped by Danial's house sebab mamat tu at first pakai tshirt then tengok orang lain pakai cantik cantik,nak tukar baju,primadonna betul. Sesat sikit masa kat area Sg Buloh tu tapi sampai jugak rumah Ana akhirnya !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah Ana besar gila ! Like,omagad,besar gila ah ! Driveway dia luas gila,boleh muat banyak gila kereta,tak tipu. Majid selambe je park kereta dia kat dalam. Sampai sampai je nampak Faiq/Farihah punya Mummy and dia cakap Ana semua kat backyard. Kamar kept on saying "Ni rumah ke resort ni?!" Nampak pool je,cakap benda sama,every few seconds ah boleh dikatakan dia cakap tu hahaha. Pretty nervous when I saw that the grass was muddy,my 4inch heels dug in really deep hahaha. Jumpa Ana,little hug kiss kiss then makan. Jumpa Khidhir Izzud semuaaaaa. Makan makan then took a tour around Ana's house and lepak dalam bilik dia. Ramai gila sumbat dalam satu bilik. Seriously,I think someone should be recording our every move. Sumpah macam,lawak gila and entertaining as hell and it's all so random and revolves around jokes that are not for the underage hahahahaha padahal kita semua belum legal pun lagi but you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila hujan dah reda sikit,kita semua gerak rumah Bob sebab rumah dia sama area jugak. This time,naik dengan Firdaus. Ann got shotgun while Bob,Danial,Kide and I were in the back. Kesian Lana dengan Jaa kena sumbat dalam kereta siapa tah. Sebab,there were so many of us and only three cars. Rumah Bob pun coool gilaaa ! Like,so earthy hahaha seriously,dining room dia ada that shutters and it opens to an indoor garden so rasa macam cool ah hahaha. Nervous gila babi kat rumah Bob sebab ada kucing! Hafiz Iddin tak habis habis letak kittens tu dekat dekat,ergh. The boys were preoccupied with the gym and then Firdaus tak habis habis nak buat taichi in the middle of the garden. Nak nangis tengok,all he did was the KRS kawad moves :') Took alot of pictures. Ada satu part tu,semua dah ready nak amik gambar then suddenly Majid (who was bending down) diri and cakap "Jumpa pun !" Kacau gila hahahaha. Balik pun dengan Firdaus but this time Kide,Danial,Ann,Jaa and I pulak. Stuck in a jam and then OMAGAD,Firdaus punya first ________ ! Rasa guilty gila sebab I yang buat dia cuak hahahahaha Sorry bro,sorry sangat sangat,nanti aku belanja kau a night in Chaukit road :( Nasib baik tak serious and _____ tu pun _ (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Kide and Danial off sebab dorang nak pegi rumah Fikrizal and finally dapat shotgun ! Woohoo,dapat jugak eventho from Kide's house to Ilya's place. Kept on apologizing to Firdaus,once in a lifetime ni *rolls eyes. Sampai rumah Ilya,ada Hilmi and Amie,Xhaff and their friend Naqib. These three literally don't need laughing gas or jokes,gelak je kerja hahaha best ah actually tengok dorang gelak -_-' After they left, the others started arriving like Amir,Eijas,Syak,Flapp,Ilman,Buj,Kide,Ahlami,Firdaus,Irfan tu semua lah. Like I said,macam army. The whole gang concequered the entire living room. Main Wii ! Semangat gila okay,lagi lagi Firdaus bila main boxing. He was literally sweating buckets. Basah gila and melekit,ewww. Played boxing with Firdaus and he won,babi ah,tapi aku bagi kau menang sbb nanti kau macam emo pegi nangis belakang curtain ahahahaha :') Tapi best ah sbb lompat lompat and punched thin air while the others were shouting and jumping up as well. Lagi lagi Afiqah,memang supporter terhebat. Food at Ilya's place was gooood,makan banyak gila sampai sakit perut. Took most photos with Buj,hubby for a day,siap share satu kerusi everywhere we sat hahaha. Omar called somewhere in the night while it was really noisy and Firdaus sikit sikit kipaskan muka and cakap OMG OMG macam bapok. Hahahaha tu memang lawak *tepuk tangan and fist bump*&lt;br /&gt;But since there were so many of us,panas gila okay ! Yang peluh for no reason punya tahap so most of us stood right under the aircond to cool off. Then Majid semua nak karaoke and semua dah macam Cepat Balik Sebelum Hujan Batu hahahahaha (Y) Most of them left around 11 or so and Waa and I decided to sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday,18.10.09 - Waa's Openhouse (last one for the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woke up the next morning to Waa's face right beside mine hahaha sorry bro,aku memang tidur dekat dekat -_-' and had brunch in One Utama,sent Arissa to Tania's place,went to Pavillion and bought a few things from Cotton On. Ah,the satisfaction. Got ready for Waa's openhouse,the three of us i.e Wa,Ilya and I were in perfect color coordination. Pagi blue/white/brown malam white. And not on purpose,mind you. Mee kari sedap gila,tambah banyak kali. Layan Firdaus sbb,ntah asal,rasa mcam nak buat charity work hahaha. Waa and Ilya were caught redhanded for something I shall not mention but sweet nonetheless :') Got home,changed into an oversized tee,talked to Omar (I guess it's not our secret anymore,is it? haha)  and I fell asleep after laughing for a few minutes because I remembered what Firdaus did (OMG OMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6603818168589359914?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6603818168589359914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6603818168589359914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6603818168589359914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6603818168589359914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/y.html' title='You and What Army?'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1100454904542815931</id><published>2009-10-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:14:46.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just You Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Stkzn4bpaMI/AAAAAAAABH0/D_-vIa9JKl8/s1600-h/123qwwj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Stkzn4bpaMI/AAAAAAAABH0/D_-vIa9JKl8/s400/123qwwj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393398789009139906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be complaining,I should be semi thankful SPM is in a month's time.&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to cover whatever information I can digest. True,I'm definitely dissapointed in myself over the fact that I didn't start earlier but that's not important now.&lt;br /&gt;But as the big day approaches (ceh,macam nak kahwin je), I find myself yearning for the time after those four nerve racking weeks. When I flipped through the timetable,it actually made me want to study even harder. And after the car ride with Ilya,I'm even more determined to get good results to take up law next year. No more second thoughts and I'm ignoring the voices in my head who tell me I should be studying Biomedical Science or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to take something just because it makes me sound professional or that it rakes in more income. I'm not saying law isn't,trust me. My parents are both lawyers and hell,I've heard enough from them to fully secure my decision. Now all I need is these last 31 days.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the aftermath of SPM really helps,seriously. You just want to study and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;Roadtrip exactly a day after the exam,Prom (it's still on by the way,no cancellations whatsoever so stop trying to bring us down),carefree days,driving licenses,Europe,dust off my guitar and start playing again,taking up a new language,rock climbing,amateur futsal with the clan.&lt;br /&gt;The list really does go on and on,I'd carry on for hours but I'll be leaving in a few.  I LOVE SATURDAYS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1100454904542815931?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1100454904542815931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1100454904542815931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1100454904542815931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1100454904542815931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-you-wait.html' title='Just You Wait'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Stkzn4bpaMI/AAAAAAAABH0/D_-vIa9JKl8/s72-c/123qwwj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1324651307876605662</id><published>2009-10-14T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:25:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought So</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StYJBK0CxuI/AAAAAAAABHs/07P3HgN7vws/s1600-h/2gvvck0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StYJBK0CxuI/AAAAAAAABHs/07P3HgN7vws/s400/2gvvck0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392507519509907170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Well,here's a revelation.  You know how you happen to think about basically everything when you're wide awake in the middle of the night ? When you're lying down on your bed,staring at the ceiling and all these thoughts come rushing in your mind ? Whether worrying or not?&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know,up until this very moment, I thought I knew how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;Then again,I had no idea. Not even the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;True,the beginning of this infatuation doesn't deserve a spot in any fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;It started off as a common case of attraction,I'm sure of it. I swear I never saw it coming and it was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;As cliche' and overrated this may seem like, it really just happened. Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment, I never thought my heart could beat faster and slower at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment, I never thought going a day without listening to that familiar voice would be enough to drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment, I never thought how hearing your voice the absolute first thing in the morning would be enough to make my day&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment, I never thought I'd ever smile to myself whenever the thought of you came to mind&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment, I never thought just the mere fact of not seeing you makes me want you even more&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment,I never thought I'd have to stop myself mid sentence because all I ever talk about now,is you&lt;br /&gt;Up until this very moment , I never thought I would actually say this because it's so overrated but it feels as if I've known you much,much longer&lt;br /&gt;Like when you tell me things you swore you've never told anyone before and it makes sense because if I were you,I wouldn't tell anyone else either,absentmindedly makes me fall harder&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask anyone who knows me well enough,they can vouch for me that I've never,ever&lt;br /&gt; felt this way about anyone before&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I hate to admit this,I don't want this to ever stop at a redlight eventhough the real deal hasn't even left the last traffic light. I just want this to go on like an unwinding road in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Normally,I don't like surprises. You,on the other hand,are a definite exception .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1324651307876605662?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1324651307876605662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1324651307876605662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1324651307876605662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1324651307876605662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought-so.html' title='Thought So'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StYJBK0CxuI/AAAAAAAABHs/07P3HgN7vws/s72-c/2gvvck0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1815215105447711455</id><published>2009-10-13T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:29:42.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Idolise A Mannequin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;http://nshpublicenemy.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww,cute sangat pegi tiru orang punya THINGS TO DO. She just changed the SPM to PMR and PROM to PARTY hahahaha adoiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1815215105447711455?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1815215105447711455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1815215105447711455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1815215105447711455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1815215105447711455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-idolise-mannequin.html' title='Go Idolise A Mannequin'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2592495245369878619</id><published>2009-10-13T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:54:43.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StRXQLBZHkI/AAAAAAAABHk/0qpPXrgYhRE/s1600-h/2d99t1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StRXQLBZHkI/AAAAAAAABHk/0qpPXrgYhRE/s400/2d99t1s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392030589217480258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's not my fault for getting on with my life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2592495245369878619?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2592495245369878619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2592495245369878619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2592495245369878619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2592495245369878619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/gypsies.html' title='Gypsies'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StRXQLBZHkI/AAAAAAAABHk/0qpPXrgYhRE/s72-c/2d99t1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7428001970460379729</id><published>2009-10-11T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:22:35.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Bro !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StKg1PkosiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4a0OIcN4L0o/s1600-h/9617_149928344735_742134735_2448964_4347023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StKg1PkosiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4a0OIcN4L0o/s320/9617_149928344735_742134735_2448964_4347023_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391548540489609762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StKg0vCBN_I/AAAAAAAABHI/7yJKYT3s8kA/s1600-h/9617_149928334735_742134735_2448963_2527453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StKg0vCBN_I/AAAAAAAABHI/7yJKYT3s8kA/s320/9617_149928334735_742134735_2448963_2527453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391548531754481650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Eijazzzzz (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring. Absolutely tiring . Omar still called in the morning eventhough I'm pretty sure he knew I was gonna fall back asleep right after I hung up. Stayed in the same position on my bed until 12pm where I decided to get ready. Acap came over,bertuah betul mamat ni. Picked up Syakir and the three of us were Ann's first guests . Sweet sangat ! First things first,the chicken chop was uhmayzing hahaha. Made two rounds to the buffet table and that's when Waa and Ilya came. Caught up with everyone,Syakir went missing for awhile and I thought somebody said he already went back. Dalam hati dah macam,makan terus bla?! Then tengok-tengok dia pergi ambik Eijas je. When the two of them came in,they were laughing because Eijas confident je keluar lift terus salam one of Ann's aunts since he thought it was her mum. Lawak lawak . I shall announce to the whole world that I had three pieces (?) of chicken chop with coleslaw and fries and my plate was cleaaaan. Penuh gila nak mampus. Belum kira berapa kali pegi amik air. Firdaus,Buj and Bob came next. Suka sangat sampin Buj,entah asal. Sat at the dining room and kept them company while Syak,Ann and Eijas went to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that everytime the other boys come,it's always like an army. I thought they would never stop coming when the lift opened hahaha. So,altogether there was Ann,Waa,Ilya,Acap,Syakir,Eijas,Firdaus,Buj,Bob,Aswad,Ahlami,Izzud,Ilman,Majid,Kamar and... am I missing someone out? Because I feel as if there were more of you people yesterday hahaha. Color theme today was coincedentally red. Best thing about Ann's openhouse ? (No,not being around Firdaus and his insults) The babies and toddlers ! Freakin' adorable. Ann made Arif and Haikal go around and salam each and every one of us. So when Haikal came up to Aswad,Aswad opened his arms for a hug then tutup balik,padahal Haikal tu dah siap nak hug dia. Comel sangat hahahaha. Acap bonded with Ann's youngest brother,Arif while Buj made friends with Haikal. We thought them how to say bro ! The whole time it was,Lek Ah Bro or something with Bro at the end. Dorang pun terikut hahaha comel sangat ! There was this baby,Mariam,omagad,tembam nak mati comel gila gila gila gila ! Tangan macam durian tau,and her hair,fuhh,gangstah rapper yo. Then there was Ain,who only talked to the guys. Bob dengan Buj hulur tangan je dia sengih-sengih. Surrounded by boys the whole timeee. I left my phone with the boys so everytime I checked for a text message,wallpaper mesti tukar tukar. First it was Eijas,who by the way,is a frequent vain occupant in my Gallery. Then it was Firdaus and Eijas. Then it was Buj,then Majid and Firdaus,then Bob and Buj,well,you get the drill. We were sorta amused by that sqeuaky alien toy from Monsters vs Alien,yang macam hamster tu. Hahahaha don't ask why,it was just amusing. Guna tu pun boleh come up with dirty jokes -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Biology tuition with Mr. Ramesh later that evening and everyone was dressed in a different shade of red as well. Left for Raihan's openhouse with them and hung around her place for a while. Same crowd plus the Bukit Jelutong,Tropicana and Hartamas gang hahaha. Met Raz again *fist bump* Tak shave pun,should've made him go get my drinks but I completely forgot about our deal. And Akif,still the same guy from sixth grade (y) Before we left,Raihan called us back again because the guys wanted to take shots so then Fawwaz suddenly shouted Duit Raya Duit Raya,terus Buj,Firdaus tu semua masuk balik hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Shouted shotgun but then Buj sat in front because Ilya was afraid she couldn't see the road. So,Acap,Waa and I sat at the back. Firdaus's car was infront of us and Haziq's behind us. Pintu mamat tu tak tutup rapat pun. The five of us dropped by Starbucks,pretty sure Buj wasn't going to get much sleep after his macchiato and coffee cake hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came up with a new TM. It's bro and then a fist bump hahaha. Serious addictive. Sebelum nak balik je mesti buat tu (y)&lt;br /&gt;You must think this is like,the end to the openhouse frenzy eh? Well,no. Next week,Ana and Ilya's place,tally ho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7428001970460379729?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7428001970460379729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7428001970460379729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7428001970460379729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7428001970460379729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/yo-bro.html' title='Yo Bro !'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StKg1PkosiI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4a0OIcN4L0o/s72-c/9617_149928344735_742134735_2448964_4347023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2029427343662421077</id><published>2009-10-10T20:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:19:47.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StFMOI2ahpI/AAAAAAAABHA/VnJLjWL-m40/s1600-h/32zngwg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StFMOI2ahpI/AAAAAAAABHA/VnJLjWL-m40/s400/32zngwg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391174034716788370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well,today marks a very intense weight gain session. Make way for an empty stomach :B&lt;br /&gt;Exactly five weeks left till the battle,mind you. Somehow,the nerve racking hours have yet to begin. It's weird,considering the fact that I was positive I'd be trembling after Trials. Forcing myself to stay up late and consume information this early,unlike previous exams where I usually started a week before,isn't half as bad as I thought it would be. I just want to get it over and done with and by the time results roll around,I'd better be crying tears of joy . On the other hand,I know Additional Math ,Chemistry and Bahasa Melayu are gonna butcher my slip even more. Ah,benci benci benci Addmath ! I wish they had examples for every question -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Waa,Ann did call me early this morning. I thought I was talking in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2029427343662421077?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2029427343662421077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2029427343662421077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2029427343662421077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2029427343662421077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/StFMOI2ahpI/AAAAAAAABHA/VnJLjWL-m40/s72-c/32zngwg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-966018059861569780</id><published>2009-10-09T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:50:29.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon My Stares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss8jem6zlkI/AAAAAAAABG4/sfQ-s92Ufjc/s1600-h/34ziwrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss8jem6zlkI/AAAAAAAABG4/sfQ-s92Ufjc/s400/34ziwrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390566287736018498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-966018059861569780?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/966018059861569780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=966018059861569780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/966018059861569780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/966018059861569780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/pardon-my-stares.html' title='Pardon My Stares'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss8jem6zlkI/AAAAAAAABG4/sfQ-s92Ufjc/s72-c/34ziwrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5146063456207456753</id><published>2009-10-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:37:12.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss68hbQixEI/AAAAAAAABGw/ShIKVjsOYXs/s1600-h/2cz3i86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss68hbQixEI/AAAAAAAABGw/ShIKVjsOYXs/s400/2cz3i86.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390453086447912002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling in your tummy when you're on the highest part of a loop-de-loop on a rollercoaster and it suddenly plunges down? That sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach?&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how you make me feel everytime I think about you. In a good way .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5146063456207456753?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5146063456207456753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5146063456207456753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5146063456207456753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5146063456207456753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-feeling-in-your-tummy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss68hbQixEI/AAAAAAAABGw/ShIKVjsOYXs/s72-c/2cz3i86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4873966560811786105</id><published>2009-10-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:25:12.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss66vD-KL5I/AAAAAAAABGk/Nv5MPOg0KQA/s1600-h/6a00e54ef9645388340120a5fc5424970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss66vD-KL5I/AAAAAAAABGk/Nv5MPOg0KQA/s320/6a00e54ef9645388340120a5fc5424970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390451121691701138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss66udvMFxI/AAAAAAAABGY/ieIDhJ-ku4Y/s1600-h/6a00e54ef9645388340120a5a5b249970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss66udvMFxI/AAAAAAAABGY/ieIDhJ-ku4Y/s320/6a00e54ef9645388340120a5a5b249970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390451111428364050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would actually have a solid daily routine. No,not with my family but with the gang.  Dulu,standard gila ah,pegi library ke apa lepas tu lepak taman. First it was Athinahapan then we got bored with the place because a) Gelap,banyak pokok and b) Balik rumah confirm ada gigitan nyamuk. So we migrated completely to Sulei. It's airy and I sorta like the graffiti. Petang-petang,sebelum gerak Sulei mesti stop dekat Mobil / 7Eleven and beli snacks. Ada satu petang tu,jalan dengan Waa lah. Dah terlalu biasa naik kereta sampai,sekali jalan rasa macam boleh berjanggut nak sampai destinasi pilihan. So then,I asked her whether she wanted to follow a shortcut sebab macam,dalam hati,you know the bukit yang belakang polis station tu? Yang ada longkang yang hidden so setengah orang ingat boleh guna untuk shortcut ? (K,aku sorang ah sebenarnya) Haa,kita ikut lah jalan situ,sekali bila sampai...nampak longkang tu ! Pastu Wa buat ah muka dia tu. Hahahahaha sampai aku mati,aku takkan paham kenapa korang semua still ask me for directions padahal dah tau fail gila Geography.  Sorry ah brrrrro ! Back to the story,petang pegi Sulei tengok dorang main bola. Lepas tu selalu kena tinggal sorang sorang atas swing sebab orang lain nak main basikal, I sorang je tak tau macam mana. Bo-ring.&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu rasa macam lepak padang so yesterday *pasang lagu Hilary Duff*. Habis tu nak pegi mana petang-petang?! Duduk rumah study ah bro ! Tapi bosan ah bro ! So final destination kita lepas library,mamak ah bro ! Sebernarnya memang sejak azali lagi kita lepak mamak tapi not like we do now. Everyday. Literally every evening,ada tuition pun sqeeuze in time sebelum tu gatal-gatal dengan Jamal@Makbul.com atau that guy who knows our usuals dekat Mosin. Ceh,ada usuals dekat Mosin,kiuuut sangat hahaha. Jamal pulak selalu kasi receipt kita mesti ada heart kat tepi tu ! Sweet sangat :') Bila nak kasi digits? Boleh order drive-thru. *light bulb goes off in my head* Taknak ah,Mosin lagi sedap. Since Graduation Night,kaki dah tak jejak dalam kawasan sekolah. Ye ah,kata dah graduate,apa cita bro? Hahahaha. So macam,pagi pagi bangun,baring baring atas katil sampai rasa dah macam nak lunchtime,baru lah mandi. Tapi kalau ada tuition,terpaksa lah bangun awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today as an example,I woke up,thought of buying McDonald's for everyone but then I was running late so pegi lah rumah Ilya terus. Sampai-sampai mak Ilya beli nasi lemak yang ada sotong tu ! Sedap sial. Harini concentrate aa during tuition,sebab chapter tu makes my head spin.  After tuition,semua berhijrah ke dapur,makan. Eijas dengan Ana,bossed Raidah around. Kesian dia,dah ah duduk sorang-sorang kat dining table sbb kat dapur takde tempat. Macam maid. Baru plan nak tengok cerita hantu dengan mak Ilya,tapi ada kawan-kawan dia so raincheck ! Ana dengan Ann pegi One Utama,beli specs baru untuk Ana sebab yang plastic tu patah dua.  I stayed in with Ilya,lepas tu kita ada conference under the duvet on the bed. Did things and then Ilya sent me home. Got dressed and went to the library. Sampai sampai,nampak Firdaus. Terus stress takboleh buat kerja. Threw insults back and forth,as usual. Tak main joke yang macam dah basi. I'm sure people don't understand the fact that we're so sarcastic around each other yang sampai katai-mengatai tu macam memuji. This is like full on boleh hilang kawan punya mode. Somehow,I've never met anyone funnier than our group of friends. I swear . I'm sure the rest would vouch for me on this one. Mangsa yang kena insult dasyat memang Firdaus ah :') Best sangat. Tapi padan muka,Ana merajuk dengan Firdaus. Haih,geli hati tengok Firdaus beg for forgiveness dekat Mosin. Anyways,had a heart-to-heart talk with Khidhir. We have the same concept of the perfect relationship,high five me brutha. Bila Kid cakap dia nak maggi,tibatiba teringin maggi jugak. Mosin mari. Firdaus was the only one who had a car today,apa lagi :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah kat tangga library tu,Afiqah tiba-tiba lari laju gila towards the car. Ye,kau Raja Shotgun *rolls eyes* The rest of us macam lek je jalan,tak terfikir pulak kereta kecik. SO, while Afiqah was all comfy in the front seat,we i.e (Syakir,Khidhir,Ana,Waa,Dayana and I) had to sqeeuze in the back. Kide on Syak,Me on Ana and Waa on Dayana. No pain,no gain aa bro . Boleh tahan ah kereta Firdaus,tapi rasa macam merangkak ah,like a turtle on a rampage ! Keluar dari kereta macam clown car *pasang lagu Bugs Bunny show bila dah habis tu* Duduk lah dekat luar since kat dalam no vacant spot. Flapp came and picked up Syak,I guess they were heading to One Utama. Saw Firdaus trying on Bob's helmet at the corner of my eye. Hahahahahaha lawak sial,kepala kecik sangat.   Tengah makan tu,Ana tibatiba jerit OMG OMG OMG Jatuh Jatuh ! and she pointed towards Chua. Nampak tong sampah tu guling turun bawah and a small kid up on the hill,staring at the tong sampah. Hahahahahaha lawak sangat,nak tercekik maggi goreng dah. Lepas tu boleh lagi turun ramai ramai tolak balik tong sampah tu naik bukit. Damn,sah mak dorang minum Anmum (?) masa mengandung. Oh,then ada lah pesanan ringkas yang lawak to the core tapi takboleh cakap kat sini ah. Khidhir and Bob went to tuition so Firdaus was the only guy (is he a guy? *rubs chin* ) He wore Dayana's oversized sunglasses the whole time,serious tambah lagi gay. Sikit-sikit nak tanya kalau rupa macam Horatio ke tak. Tak cukup kasih sayang lah budak ni :( Ikut Firdaus hantar Afiqah pegi tuition then kita explore Taman Tun. Sweet tak? Sebab I belanja Firdaus duit minyak?! Sebab rasa guilty untuk beberapa saat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,battery dah nak mati,kena stop kat sini. Lega tak? *tarik nafas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4873966560811786105?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4873966560811786105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4873966560811786105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4873966560811786105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4873966560811786105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/serious-ah.html' title='Round Up'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ss66vD-KL5I/AAAAAAAABGk/Nv5MPOg0KQA/s72-c/6a00e54ef9645388340120a5fc5424970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7439777257888130796</id><published>2009-10-05T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:46:05.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Go Get Your Armour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ssqs6FSYfBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/8j_A_TSzS_Y/s1600-h/11ik75v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ssqs6FSYfBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/8j_A_TSzS_Y/s400/11ik75v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389310017953889298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Personally,I'd like to wish Haizal,Nadia,Harreyka,Maria,Atiqah,Yusra,Asiyah,Lilia,Nisa all the best for your PMR papers. And to the rest of you who'll be sitting for the exam tomorrow onwards. It'll be a breeze and the last paper will be passed up before you know it. InsyaAllah,all your effort will be rewarded when results roll around. DON'T go around comparing your answers with other students,buat stress lebih je nanti,seriously.Give it your best and from next Tuesday onwards,sampai kau habis form four lah nanti,keluar je,tak ingaaaaat dunia punya keluar. My God,the feeling is inevitable people ! Yang sampai last day PMR tu nanti,orang yang ada kat sekolah tu mesti jealous. Yang macam,DAMN SEDIH SIAL NEXT YEAR KITA ADA PMR/SPM !@#$%^&amp;amp;* (That's how I felt when PMR 08 was over and we were stuck in school for Biology classes) All the best,xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omagad,lepas ni SPM punya turn pulak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7439777257888130796?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7439777257888130796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7439777257888130796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7439777257888130796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7439777257888130796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/10/better-go-get-your-armour.html' title='Better Go Get Your Armour'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Ssqs6FSYfBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/8j_A_TSzS_Y/s72-c/11ik75v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1285725889754997717</id><published>2009-09-25T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:54:37.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sr0Qv4KQQOI/AAAAAAAABGI/fKcafe_njCE/s1600-h/tumblr_kofin1NOpH1qzcso1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sr0Qv4KQQOI/AAAAAAAABGI/fKcafe_njCE/s400/tumblr_kofin1NOpH1qzcso1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385479144120271074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the anticipation of a blog update slowly eating you alive from the inside out? Hahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;Cmon,don't tell me you don't visit my blog a few times and sigh and say "Ala,Tak Update Lagi?! " and then you stumble upon this page again in the hopes of a new post?! Cmon cmon,mesti ada perasaan hampa/pasrah? Sikit je pun? Takde? Ala,okay,takpe :')&lt;br /&gt;However,I am not here to be your mini source of online entertainment. I have lost my mojo ! Well,for now that is. So,you'll just have to wait until the sudden rush of creative juices start flowing in my medulla oblongata again .&lt;br /&gt;Till then,this is better than nothing,XX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1285725889754997717?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1285725889754997717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1285725889754997717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1285725889754997717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1285725889754997717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-flight.html' title='Take Flight'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sr0Qv4KQQOI/AAAAAAAABGI/fKcafe_njCE/s72-c/tumblr_kofin1NOpH1qzcso1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1068118499648840657</id><published>2009-09-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:21:15.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suka Sangat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SrNaM16VYtI/AAAAAAAABGA/TvQ17rMI2Do/s1600-h/118j4fq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SrNaM16VYtI/AAAAAAAABGA/TvQ17rMI2Do/s400/118j4fq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382745156314555090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rushed through my Biology paper so I could leave school early with Ana.&lt;br /&gt;Dad kept on joking how he was smuggling two fugitives away from school hahaha and on the way to the car,Ana's paper bag ripped in half so her heels and clothes were scattered along the corridor hahahaha. Ilya,Afiqah and Lana left first so we didn't wanna catch the train to KL.Stopped by my place so I could change and then to Ana's where we waited for Ann and Naim. Raya gridlock is unbearable,we tried following other routes to beat the traffic but to no avail. Cars were lining up the roads on every side so we just had to bear with that. Naim drove around the same area a few times to look for Jaa's store and everyone depended on my directions at first so,err,we got lost. Hahahahahaha. Road rule #1 Never,ever ask me for directions. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up after the 123456789th time so we headed to Pavillion. Browsed around there and bought a bodycon skirt. I shall invest in the two maryjanes at Topshop. The urge and lust for shoes has finally flowed through my veins,much to Mum's despair hahaha. Met Ilya,Afiqah and Lana at Topshop before they left and the four of us i.e me,Ana,Ann and Naim met Jaa at Zara. Nothing thrilled any of us at Pavillion since we were all out of moughlah so we left since Ann and Jaa wanted to go to Masjid Jamek. In the car,Jaa made a confession about Firdaus hahahahahahhaaha omagadd. Another reason to poke fun at him next time we meet up .&lt;br /&gt;We literally explored the not-so elite side of Kuala Lumpur. Jakun sangat,macam tourist :') Okay,I dengan Ana je ah hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quite thrilled by the fact that we were walking in the pouring rain in the middle of the hustle and bustle of last minute Raya shopping. Walked to Jaa's shop and Ana found out that she got her period. Funniest part of our trip yet ! Terjerit-jerit dalam toilet,hahahahaha,lawak sangat ! Nasib baik takde orang lain dalam kedai -_-' Stopped by Pertama as Ann wanted to look for her tailor. But she couldn't remember where the shop was,so we were walking in circles for fifteen minutes or so. Ana and I were actually so damn exhausted,dari masuk kereta from Pavillion lah sebenarnya but we managed to make light of the situation when the both of us came up with a new punch line. I Feel You Man,I Feel You *in a deep voice and thumps chest with fist* hahahahaha. We kept on saying that every few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left KL around 8pm or so and dropped Ana at home and Jaa at One Utama. Wanted to see the boys tapi terlalu penaaaaat so I went back to Ann's place where we ate,changed into oversized tees and had a heart-to-heart talk,as always. Selalu ada sesi meluahkan perasaan bila baring atas katil Ann.....sounds wrong tapi takpe,kita kan sehati sejiwa :') Hahahaha we shall have a conference under the duvet with Ilya okay next timeee? Anyhoo,serious best. Best sangat. It's something we did out of the blue and totally uncalled for and I know that we won't really get to this again next year. Khidhir,Acap and Ahlami are going off to London in December but Ilya and I are leaving next year :'( Kan best kalau semua pegi sama time,Skype partayh ! Hahahaha.S'kay,Singapore immediately after prom and before new year's eve okay,girls? Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1068118499648840657?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1068118499648840657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1068118499648840657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1068118499648840657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1068118499648840657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/suka-sangat.html' title='Suka Sangat'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SrNaM16VYtI/AAAAAAAABGA/TvQ17rMI2Do/s72-c/118j4fq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6568660045987251581</id><published>2009-09-17T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:24:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilman : dkt area kmpng i xde hot girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sooo xde catalyst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Selamat Eid Mubarak,everyone ! Well aware that I haven't been such an angel these past few months to most people so my apologies for being harsh or whatsoever. It wasn't intentional most of the time,honest ! Have a joyous one with your family this year and it isn't wrong for you to (barbarically) devour your Mum's cooking on Sunday. Just make sure you unzip your kain first :') If you're travelling over to your kampungsss,then drive safely. Pakai seatbelt ! Don't run a redlight !And to the clan,I'll be expecting an invitation to open houses :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;P.s For those of you who wanna send  a raya card or whatever,I forgot to tell you guys I've moved to number 48 okay? Sorry sangat sangat,Izzud :'( hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6568660045987251581?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6568660045987251581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6568660045987251581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6568660045987251581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6568660045987251581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8376123151821072332</id><published>2009-09-16T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:08:19.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SrEFD9Q-bXI/AAAAAAAABF4/QnzqEhUqUwM/s1600-h/24e9jd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SrEFD9Q-bXI/AAAAAAAABF4/QnzqEhUqUwM/s400/24e9jd3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382088595227962738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapting an I-Don't-Give-A-Flying-Tuck attitude has its fair share of pros and cons. Eventhough I still have to sit for the Biology papers tomorrow,I can't help but to share the relief and joy of Trials ending. Yeah,it's a pretty bittersweet affair,considering the fact that we still have SPM to go through in a matter of 8 weeks but well,Raya is on it's way ! See? Life is fair in some ways. Haven't seen my tailored kebayas and kurungs yet but I'm doing pastels this year which in a way,is dangerous. Wearing white on the first day means being extra careful when I devour Mum's rendang and lemang and assam laksa and teh tarik. Ramadhan this year has been somewhat effortless,time flies extremely fast when you're preoccupied with your own thoughts and dronwing six feet deep in books. Kind of depressing to think that this'll be over in a matter of three days,not being able to faithfully and succesfully fulfill the compulsory Islamic duties. Will I still be on Earth when the next Ramadhan rolls around? InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,today was hectic,most definitely. Fifth formers were scattered around the school compound,getting signatures for our testimonial certificates. Felt so sentimental and depressed,high school is almost over for us in a matter of weeks :'( Graduation Night is being held on the 2nd of October and the anticipation is already making me feel giddy.Shall need to stock up on boxes of tissue,fo shiznit ! Our stepping stones are beginning to feel like climbing rocks. After the Additional Math paper (if you keep up with my updates on Facebook,I did daydream for over an hour or so,scribbled nonsense on a paper so I appear to look engrossed in variance,functions,p.distributions,vectors and permutations HAHA),most of my classmates grabbed their bags and literally,zoomed out of class to go home. You know in cartoon where when the bill comes,semua blaa and the glasses will be spinning semua? Ala,takkan tau punya hahaha. Waa and I went up to 5 Gama and hung out for awhile and walked around school until it was time to go home. Buj was waving his testimonial in my face and kept on asking " Do You See It ?" I honestly didn't get the point until he did it for the fifth time when he said DOB,masa tu pun blur lagi. 16 September 2009. My reaction was amusing,said Oh Oh Ohhhh a couple of times and wished him. Happy Birthday,Buuuuuuj ! Eventhough I selalu suruh you shut up when you're singing and screaming on Skype,keep on doing it okay? So you can annoy the guys as well (Y).Reached home and immediately flopped down on the bed and slept until 630 with only my undies HAHA. Caught up on my much-awaited slumber after three weeks of sleeping for only two hours. Caffeine has been a good friend to me during Trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will elaborate on Dayana's seventeenth soon,too much to absorb at once but it was the shiznit. Leaving school early tomorrow before heading of to KL with the girls. Mum bought an iPod touch *does the victory jig*.  And now,I shall persuade her to purchase a new laptop. Raya's all about the moughlah among other obvious reasons. TTYL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8376123151821072332?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8376123151821072332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8376123151821072332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8376123151821072332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8376123151821072332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/battlefield.html' title='Battlefield'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SrEFD9Q-bXI/AAAAAAAABF4/QnzqEhUqUwM/s72-c/24e9jd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8112934231523306399</id><published>2009-09-15T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:51:51.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Synergy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq_TD2zd0pI/AAAAAAAABFo/vl8fmm1SKQg/s1600-h/magn008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq_TD2zd0pI/AAAAAAAABFo/vl8fmm1SKQg/s400/magn008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381752142935478930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt; plastered on my forehead for having to sit for my missed Biology paper on Thursday while everyone will be sleeping in. Might as well carry the neon arrows to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8112934231523306399?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8112934231523306399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8112934231523306399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8112934231523306399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8112934231523306399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/boombox.html' title='Synergy'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq_TD2zd0pI/AAAAAAAABFo/vl8fmm1SKQg/s72-c/magn008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1204611371572923166</id><published>2009-09-15T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:38:02.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tally Ho !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq-u0uXKNXI/AAAAAAAABFY/-mIRqiIK-bo/s1600-h/lets.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq-u0uXKNXI/AAAAAAAABFY/-mIRqiIK-bo/s400/lets.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381712300552631666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case it makes you feel better,you mean the world to me but I can't handle this rush of butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Words can't begin to comprehend how I feel right now. If apologizing and explaining myself to you wasn't enough,just know that this is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me if I'm being corny or cliche' but maybe when I figure this out and when we decide to keep this safely locked in the memory box of our thoughts,I would love to be able to talk to you again.Till then,I'll be flying solo without a co-pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1204611371572923166?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1204611371572923166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1204611371572923166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1204611371572923166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1204611371572923166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-case-it-makes-you-feel-betteryou.html' title='Tally Ho !'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq-u0uXKNXI/AAAAAAAABFY/-mIRqiIK-bo/s72-c/lets.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-439831375155740653</id><published>2009-09-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:48:45.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant Footsteps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq_Tao0CGbI/AAAAAAAABFw/iknlhbbUD-E/s1600-h/2hmd5qu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq_Tao0CGbI/AAAAAAAABFw/iknlhbbUD-E/s400/2hmd5qu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381752534316751282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's sad when people you know become people you knew.When you can walk past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours on end and how now,you can barely even look at them. Words can't even begin to measly explain how much I miss these people. It's bad enough now but after the last school bell rings for us,I'm sure the others would hop on this bandwagon as well. Raring to see who'll stay put when the rest of the world walks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-439831375155740653?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/439831375155740653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=439831375155740653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/439831375155740653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/439831375155740653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/timeless.html' title='Distant Footsteps'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sq_Tao0CGbI/AAAAAAAABFw/iknlhbbUD-E/s72-c/2hmd5qu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6771215592025045993</id><published>2009-09-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:45:20.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lst Strw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sqywt1VlfkI/AAAAAAAABFA/UH3BhixSC40/s1600-h/r7kppv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sqywt1VlfkI/AAAAAAAABFA/UH3BhixSC40/s320/r7kppv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380869956259118658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqywtV8SokI/AAAAAAAABE4/dbo52Wh234I/s1600-h/2wfpyef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqywtV8SokI/AAAAAAAABE4/dbo52Wh234I/s320/2wfpyef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380869947831525954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would wear leather if not for the scorching heat over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6771215592025045993?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6771215592025045993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6771215592025045993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6771215592025045993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6771215592025045993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/lst-strw.html' title='Lst Strw'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sqywt1VlfkI/AAAAAAAABFA/UH3BhixSC40/s72-c/r7kppv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6368596897196881398</id><published>2009-09-12T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:03:08.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Squ6S7R4G2I/AAAAAAAABEg/sIBogYB061E/s1600-h/by-alexanderwang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Squ6S7R4G2I/AAAAAAAABEg/sIBogYB061E/s320/by-alexanderwang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380599014137273186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely forgot that Physics with Mr. Koo started at 9am today so I only woke up at around,well,9am because Mum and Dad were banging on the door every few seconds. Known in my family to take the longest showers,I was an hour late. Ilya had a feng-shui moment and her room is extra spacious now,I likee. Lama sial tak baring atas katil dia ! Didn't stay long because Mum promised she'd take us to Pavillion *does the victory jig*&lt;br /&gt;Had to pick up Opah from the hair salon and she came out of the door with red,voluminous hair! I love my gramma,she goes against every Malay taboo in the book and backs me up most of the time. I mean,my family never really minded my wearing short skirts etc. but it's somewhat comforting and satsifying when my gramma tells my parents to lay off or when she randomly tells me about how she used to smoke cancer sticks every second and says if she didn't have to take care of Atok,she'd be doing it hahaha. And I get my bitching mojo from my gramma,no doubt. Okay,went off track for awhile there. As I was saying,we tried beating the traffic by following another route but were caught in a traffic jam just as bad. I was singing and banging my head to the beat on my iPod when my sister nudged and told me that the people in the next car found me amusing. Malu sangat sangat tapi kena control cool so I just stared at them until they felt awkward. Luck was on our side as we managed to snag a parking space as soon as we arrived. The first,and only place I really wanted to check out was Cotton On. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I EVER SAID IN MY PREVIOUS POST !&lt;/span&gt; Freakin' cheap,extremely cheap and Mum was feeling generous so apa lagi. Bought alot of tops and five shoes. Heading on to Pavillion on Thursday with Ilya and I shall invest in the essentials bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure the people behind us at the counter were a bit peeved,sorry ah bro *tangan Nash*&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the heart to even glance in Topshop's way so I just stood outside while Mum was in Diva. Again,tempat promote diri depan area tu,no offense,just saying *holds hands up in defense*&lt;br /&gt;I have a mountain of thoughts I feel like sharing but they'll have to wait until Wednesday. Till then,xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6368596897196881398?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6368596897196881398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6368596897196881398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6368596897196881398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6368596897196881398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/completely-forgot-that-physics-with-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Squ6S7R4G2I/AAAAAAAABEg/sIBogYB061E/s72-c/by-alexanderwang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8326204079226204634</id><published>2009-09-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:27:07.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqqV3EGM_YI/AAAAAAAABEY/XShB8ERgtvQ/s1600-h/f4k4k6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqqV3EGM_YI/AAAAAAAABEY/XShB8ERgtvQ/s320/f4k4k6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380277478072581506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqqV2rTbZLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/d-ti71Fi6Wo/s1600-h/SHOEPICKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqqV2rTbZLI/AAAAAAAABEQ/d-ti71Fi6Wo/s320/SHOEPICKS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380277471417164978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just loathe yourself when you stumble upon shoes,rings,etc. and when you open your purse,you see...receipts and nothing else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8326204079226204634?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8326204079226204634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8326204079226204634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8326204079226204634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8326204079226204634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-you-just-loathe-yourself-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqqV3EGM_YI/AAAAAAAABEY/XShB8ERgtvQ/s72-c/f4k4k6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5209104717821805011</id><published>2009-09-09T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T12:01:12.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay,scratch what I just said.&lt;br /&gt;Conference calls with the guys and Ilya always makes it better (y)&lt;br /&gt;And I just remembered why I despised you in the first place,kid.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that nobody gets OUR jokes like WE do.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm guessing I'm not good friends with first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;Thus the reason as to why I'm sticking with the amigos and don't really socialize with new people much.&lt;br /&gt;They're the only ones who actually took the time to handle my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5209104717821805011?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5209104717821805011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5209104717821805011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5209104717821805011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5209104717821805011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/skyper.html' title='Skyper'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8825204084058917031</id><published>2009-09-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:56:17.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streetwalkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqaYUplEeJI/AAAAAAAABD4/G3xh5ZqrAe8/s1600-h/10ni2e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqaYUplEeJI/AAAAAAAABD4/G3xh5ZqrAe8/s320/10ni2e0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154285466777746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqaYULxbnCI/AAAAAAAABDw/HBR8WQR_m50/s1600-h/2yvorp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqaYULxbnCI/AAAAAAAABDw/HBR8WQR_m50/s320/2yvorp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379154277465562146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once realization washes over me,I'd see that nobody could ever make my days better.&lt;br /&gt;Not even my family,my friends,a boy,a good book,retail therapy,binge sessions,naps,a bath,taking walks by myself,a friendly passerby,an adorable little kid,an advert on the televisions or billboards,movies,songs. Nothing,nada,zip,niet.&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing and the fact that I have absolutely no clue as to what that is,leaves me feeling agitated,dejected and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8825204084058917031?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8825204084058917031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8825204084058917031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8825204084058917031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8825204084058917031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/streetwalkers.html' title='Streetwalkers'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqaYUplEeJI/AAAAAAAABD4/G3xh5ZqrAe8/s72-c/10ni2e0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4653022579370634758</id><published>2009-09-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:19:13.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqUtUQ2BuAI/AAAAAAAABDo/oy4ARZZMf-Y/s1600-h/tumblr_kotj7l9lxp1qzbqvao1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqUtUQ2BuAI/AAAAAAAABDo/oy4ARZZMf-Y/s320/tumblr_kotj7l9lxp1qzbqvao1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378755156106131458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I write at top speed so I usually finish my papers thirty minutes earlier if my fingers feel numb or I'm confident with my answers.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bell to ring / agama papers to be collected,I decided to clean out my pencilbox which looks like a baby elephant's arse. Freakin' spacious thus the reason as to why I found my cosmetics/house keys etc in there.&lt;br /&gt;Almost laughed hysterically when I dumped everything on my desk. I have close to twenty pens/pencils,five erasers,two leads,two rulers,a stapler and other knick knacks (Choki choki pun ada,berzaman punya). Bit my lip so hard to restrain myself from giggling,I have a cut in the middle of my bottom lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ilya saw this wiggly bug on the floor when everybody was waiting for our rides so we asked Ilman to step on it. He refused,then we asked Majid to do so. He missed a few times then refused because his shoe had a hole. Then we pulled Eijas and he was spinning around,looking for the bug sedangkan kita dah pegang kepala dia,siap tunjuk lagi ulat tu kat mana.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest came and well,it was probably amusing to see seventeen year olds peering at a teeny weeny bug.&lt;br /&gt;Ahlami was holding up his testpad which had Let's Party written on it * inside Skype joke*&lt;br /&gt;So I told him that it was too early because,well,kalau explain memang takkan paham. He flipped open to the next page and everyone burst out laughing. Kita Party Kay? Hahahahahahahahahaha lawak gila . Then there was our equation (beer) + (martini) = ?&lt;br /&gt;(dance) x infinity hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. It may not seem the least bit hilarious to you guys though ,takpe takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be on my way now,gonna catch up on my Physics and Additional Math. I shall flip through the Addmath paper tomorrow,maybe even try to look like I'm furiously jotting down the formulas and equations just for fun and then catch up on my zzzzz after an hour or so. Got my hands on AAR's concert tickets. Oh,Tyson *swooons* Just a slight reminder to every Muslim out there,kita kena bersyukur dengan apa yang Allah dah kurniakan. Tons of other people out there are probably longing to be in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4653022579370634758?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4653022579370634758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4653022579370634758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4653022579370634758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4653022579370634758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/radar.html' title='Radar'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqUtUQ2BuAI/AAAAAAAABDo/oy4ARZZMf-Y/s72-c/tumblr_kotj7l9lxp1qzbqvao1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6763795135016311790</id><published>2009-09-06T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:49:40.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqPW8j38LyI/AAAAAAAABDg/WmhM0iPskpk/s1600-h/Jalouse_Mars09_Mary-Pop-In2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqPW8j38LyI/AAAAAAAABDg/WmhM0iPskpk/s320/Jalouse_Mars09_Mary-Pop-In2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378378715920871202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not too keen on having Cotton On in Kuala Lumpur. I mean,yeah it's great we don't have to hop on the next plane to Singapore or Australia but I have a feeling there'll be clones everywhere. The realization only dawned on me when Ann mentioned it this morning. Oh the joy. Agama paper starts tomorrow and covering all topics is impossible. Slightly upset I decided to take EST as an extra subject because my days are full until the sixteenth.&lt;br /&gt;More of me here in two weeks time,patience is a virtue dahling !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6763795135016311790?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6763795135016311790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6763795135016311790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6763795135016311790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6763795135016311790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/memo.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SqPW8j38LyI/AAAAAAAABDg/WmhM0iPskpk/s72-c/Jalouse_Mars09_Mary-Pop-In2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8515278927798685549</id><published>2009-09-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:27:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sp_GlhfyQLI/AAAAAAAABDQ/er5yPym6bmM/s1600-h/mtbi9w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sp_GlhfyQLI/AAAAAAAABDQ/er5yPym6bmM/s320/mtbi9w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377234828052807858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sp_GlQU4wyI/AAAAAAAABDI/UnIAl1A1Hj0/s1600-h/2vtejye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sp_GlQU4wyI/AAAAAAAABDI/UnIAl1A1Hj0/s320/2vtejye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377234823443694370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Literature Question ; Sonnet 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your own words,is comparing your beloved to a hot Malaysian day effective? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No,in my opinion,a hot day in Malaysia does not sound as romantic as a summer's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAHA Sumpah I jawab tu tadi. Word by word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8515278927798685549?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8515278927798685549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8515278927798685549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8515278927798685549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8515278927798685549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/09/comeback.html' title='Comeback'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sp_GlhfyQLI/AAAAAAAABDQ/er5yPym6bmM/s72-c/mtbi9w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8726723198035551974</id><published>2009-08-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:25:25.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Full Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpvYeA4UCAI/AAAAAAAABDA/zLCTVrL99sA/s1600-h/4tsrh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpvYeA4UCAI/AAAAAAAABDA/zLCTVrL99sA/s320/4tsrh3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376128590340687874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpvYd_Hk_lI/AAAAAAAABC4/I_S_VuNi7Kg/s1600-h/2994084594_9c87675fd8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpvYd_Hk_lI/AAAAAAAABC4/I_S_VuNi7Kg/s320/2994084594_9c87675fd8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376128589867843154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never did I think this would be coming from me but just so you know,younger guys thrill me HAHAHAHA No,seriously. I never fancied the older ones unless he has a bank account the size of Texas.Random sangat,on to the next !&lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart and regretful procrastination,I hereby declare a state of panic as my SPM Trials begins at 0830 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch what I said,I don't regret doing anything. Gotta strive,strive,strive. Am not gonna aim for the sky eventhough that's what I should be doing. I shall settle with 7As or maybe more than 5As is considered an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;Praying to God that I won't have to go through the same routine every time an exam rolls around. Orang pandai yang nak tunjuk dia pandai,konon nak rendah diri ah. Hotak kau. Please don't come up to me and tell me what answers you put on your paper,k? It really ticks me off. Warning beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be seeing much of me here. Watch this space,cadets !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8726723198035551974?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8726723198035551974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8726723198035551974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8726723198035551974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8726723198035551974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-full-bloom.html' title='In Full Bloom'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpvYeA4UCAI/AAAAAAAABDA/zLCTVrL99sA/s72-c/4tsrh3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-9144142338346045751</id><published>2009-08-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:02:20.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SprQLwzGOxI/AAAAAAAABCw/Hs3U_tzRRjU/s1600-h/the-virgins-guy-aroch-nytimes-fashion-spread-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SprQLwzGOxI/AAAAAAAABCw/Hs3U_tzRRjU/s320/the-virgins-guy-aroch-nytimes-fashion-spread-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375838005716466450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief,I have never shopped online before. Truth be told,I never really liked the idea of having to reserve an item and cashing in the moughlah etc. Initially,I used to mention purchasing things online to Mum but she hastily told me that she'd be short on cash if I ever did. Therefore,when I come across an online boutique,I'll just browse through whilst picturing myself owning any of the items. Hahaha not a big deal at all pun,I was never truly hooked on online shops. I don't watch Gossip Girl,90210 and whatever TV show that's related to the everyday lives of the adolescent. Watched the first few episodes and I got bored. For all I know,most of my guy friends watch more episodes than I ever will. The televison hardly ever amuses me .  It's three in the morning and I have nothing better to do hence another addition to my list of pointless posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-9144142338346045751?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/9144142338346045751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=9144142338346045751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/9144142338346045751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/9144142338346045751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/status-quo.html' title='Status Quo'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SprQLwzGOxI/AAAAAAAABCw/Hs3U_tzRRjU/s72-c/the-virgins-guy-aroch-nytimes-fashion-spread-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4649316119239833583</id><published>2009-08-26T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:00:00.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpTn8h6lVyI/AAAAAAAABCY/E5O9VhxiA4I/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpTn8h6lVyI/AAAAAAAABCY/E5O9VhxiA4I/s320/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374175282442098466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpTn8EC9OKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/viNaUEPUWy8/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpTn8EC9OKI/AAAAAAAABCQ/viNaUEPUWy8/s320/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374175274424154274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broke fast at Quali with Raa and a few others . Kelantanese school hasn't change that girl one bit (y). Made Firdaus drive around and the four of us (Raa,Waa and I as well) ended up at Burger King's drivethru. Picked up Ana at Ann's place and we went over to Raa's and hung around for a while. Now I'm here,contemplating whether I should digest any information or not. The latter sounds so much more tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4649316119239833583?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4649316119239833583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4649316119239833583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4649316119239833583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4649316119239833583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/flash.html' title='Flash !'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpTn8h6lVyI/AAAAAAAABCY/E5O9VhxiA4I/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1539940399606246182</id><published>2009-08-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:35:10.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpRSos-sApI/AAAAAAAABCI/LpZoJ_53Oag/s1600-h/2d7as80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpRSos-sApI/AAAAAAAABCI/LpZoJ_53Oag/s320/2d7as80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374011114582180498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpRSoDWQqSI/AAAAAAAABCA/7n5Ax-9C5Z4/s1600-h/2887ajn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpRSoDWQqSI/AAAAAAAABCA/7n5Ax-9C5Z4/s320/2887ajn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374011103406762274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan after the marathon was to kick off my shoes,throw my kain baju kurung theatrically and flop down on my bed with the air conditioner on full blast. Daddy dearest decided otherwise and dragged Arissa and I to the supermarket with him. He can be so clueless with grocery lists,and so can the both of us. Macam tiga bimbo first time pegi hahahaha. Got my hands on Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough after all this while. Thought my eyes were playing a trick on me when we quede up behind this lady. Can somebody say GR-uh-O? I know,I know ! It's Ramadhan and I'm supposed to watch this lasermouth of mine but I just couldn't help it. She was wearing this floral-printed shirt with puffy sleeves tucked in pinstripes hotpants with this awful imitation of Gucci. Don't even get me started on her sandals and her bleached-blonde hair. People with no fashion sense like her are a disgrace to Malaysians.No,seriously. I can't understand how people claim to know the A-Z of trends but then when they step out the house,their ensemble is seriously out of proportion. Macam,nak pile on all the trends at once. Nampak serabut,get me? Pair out of this world tops with simple jeans/tights,embellished skirts with a plain crop top or something. Classy not trashy HAHA. Sure,if you wanna dress straight out of the runway or an editorial page,go ahead. No,I'm not saying I dress impeccably well,I'm just stating my opinion. No offense. Anyways,the three of us went back home and waited for Mum and Amina before we headed off to One Utama to break our fast. Digged through my closet and found this faded denim jacket.Browsed around the shops for awhile and Mum was in the mood for retail therapy. Dorothy Perkins were selling this black bandage dress,Herve Leger-esque lagi ! Unfortunately,I do not have ze curves to fill in that dress hahaha. Started off slowly by purchasing a jetblack faux snake-skin bag from Miss Selfridges. Gotta have my hands on the animal-printed clutches though. But I just realized that M.Selfridges is way cheaper than Topshop. Hahaha,seriously man,takde lah murah gila sampai Forever 21 but it's reasonably priced. Kalau nak bandingkan dengan Topshop,the clothes are ridiculously priced. Tees for RM113?Seriously?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Tapi Sha beli jugak barang dekat Topshop " says you&lt;/span&gt;,ye tau tapi only on necessary things that you can't get your hands on anywhere else. Get me? The bag I bought costs RM150 which is two times less than the black,leather draw-string bag I wanted from Topshop. They promised to take us out this Saturday for another round and already,I'm feeling giddy.  Had icecream at Haagen-Dasz with Uncle Bobot and his family. Sonia,whose five,wore this bandage-y dress hahaha comel gila ! Bontot tertonggek sini sana. Signing off now,studied up until one in the morning and I'll be entering slumber zone in T-minus five seconds. xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1539940399606246182?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1539940399606246182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1539940399606246182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1539940399606246182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1539940399606246182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/initial-plan-after-marathon-was-to-kick.html' title='Rock and Republic'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpRSos-sApI/AAAAAAAABCI/LpZoJ_53Oag/s72-c/2d7as80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4984713857749592093</id><published>2009-08-25T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:04:50.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Brainer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpOtpfTKK-I/AAAAAAAABB4/pt3_Y9jLVB4/s1600-h/tumblr_kot82vTgM91qzbboco1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpOtpfTKK-I/AAAAAAAABB4/pt3_Y9jLVB4/s320/tumblr_kot82vTgM91qzbboco1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373829708671232994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't help but to stare with utter awe at Meester. Who says you can't have flawless personality to match that appearance?!&lt;br /&gt;I can cross out HELP's National Math Marathon 2009 off my to-do list now *does a victory dance*&lt;br /&gt;Ruiz,Amir and Acap were waiting for us at HELP whereas Nad,Nurul and I were still waiting for Pn. Ooi to pick us up from school. She was decked out in neon head to toe,TMTH at nine in the morning hahaha. Fought over who gets shotgun,Nad won since we were positive Pn. Ooi only knew Nad (padahal dua ekor yang lain ni class dia juga hehe). One thing was for sure,I had butterflies in the pit of my stomach when we got off the car,went in to the waiting/examination room and waiting for the results. Semi-intimidated by the crowd at first glance,but I soon found out that most of us were here just for the heck of it. Don't get me wrong,there were many Einsteins roaming among us this morning/afternoon. Scared the shit outta me. Hung out with the boys while we each waited for our turn to be called to the examination room. There were three students per group and each of us had different tasks. I was paired up with Amir since we had to do the same set of questions. Nurul/Acap were part of the first group to go so the rest of us waited in another room and just wasted time. Honestly,I was probably the only person in the room who was sarcastically hyperventilating and dramatically sighing and groaning (sounds so wrong once I read it again,nvm). Megat texted me to tell me that he realy loathes _____ and that he was giving her the stare and being politely arrogant throughout the whole meeting hahaha I likeee ! Bagus pun,finally someone other than _____  who knows how to diss with class hahaha! Then Nurul came in and it was my turn.HARD was way easier than MEDIUM okay? I can't believe I wasted my time cracking my head for any smidgen of information on the medium level. The first thing that came to mind when I sat on the chair was WHAT THE HELL DID I THINK WHEN I SIGNED UP FOR THIS?! Anyways,I shook off my anxiousness and tried to finish as many as I could. After Ruiz/Nad and the other Player 3s were done,they gave out food and I'm sure it was nasi lemak because I could smell the ikan bilis. Dugaan,dugaan *geleng kepala. The six of us left the waiting room and went into another room where coincidentally,an acting workshop was being carried out by these Literature students. We had to introduce ourselves using silly names/objects/places etc. The point was to easily remember each other. And he made us introduce ourselves to the other students using our body hahaha sumpah best,hipslammed Amir,rasa macam nak terpelanting ke kiri -_-' I'm not so good with names and faces. ZOMG,then we did all these role-playing and everyone's imagination ran really wild. There was one exercise where we had to truly imagine we were holding a gooey,stick ball in the palm of our hand. And that Git guy made us do all these role playing. Ruiz and I role played kindergartners during this one phase,lawak gila -_-' hahaha best gila ! I'm so taking Literature when I go off to college (y) Eventhough it wasn't such a best idea to get all energetic during fasting month,it took everyone's mind off a lot of things. After that,we just mingled around until we were called to the conference rooms. I like the Ipoh team (y) HAHA Both our teams from TTDI didn't pull through the final round but we weren't so dissapointed. Yes,we didn't get the scholarship and the moughlah but hey,it was well worth it plus I've got my certificate,which counts the most.Honestly,I wasn't planning on going to HELP anyhoo. My brain cells died after I read the first question for the final round anyways. Sat quietly in my chair and silently thanked God I didn't win hahahaha. Everybody left me alone in the conference hall to roam around/pray so I sat there all by myself for awhile *sobs silently * Annoying gila orang tepi,sneezing sini sana. I told him to put on his mask and offered him my Protex hand sanitzer but he just stared at me,probably offended but dude ! You wont be laughing when you're on your deathbed,now would you?! Soon after everything was done,we took some photos and waited in front of McDonalds for our rides. The french fries really got to me hahahaha lapar. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4984713857749592093?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4984713857749592093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4984713857749592093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4984713857749592093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4984713857749592093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-brainer.html' title='No Brainer'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpOtpfTKK-I/AAAAAAAABB4/pt3_Y9jLVB4/s72-c/tumblr_kot82vTgM91qzbboco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7314067701774496416</id><published>2009-08-23T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:14:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpIs0jRz58I/AAAAAAAABBw/8NnT9hSOv3o/s1600-h/9c9e35bf1ac0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpIs0jRz58I/AAAAAAAABBw/8NnT9hSOv3o/s320/9c9e35bf1ac0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373406586741188546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trials + Math Marathon =&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Major Migrane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7314067701774496416?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7314067701774496416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7314067701774496416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7314067701774496416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7314067701774496416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/ego.html' title='Ego'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SpIs0jRz58I/AAAAAAAABBw/8NnT9hSOv3o/s72-c/9c9e35bf1ac0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6993888889912939654</id><published>2009-08-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:42:51.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let 'Em Rumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7af8GDxgI/AAAAAAAABBA/-3KoGDov-Wk/s1600-h/gg2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7af8GDxgI/AAAAAAAABBA/-3KoGDov-Wk/s320/gg2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372471647741920770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that look ! I just have to blog about today,'twas a good thing I came to school.&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Histaza briefed Nad,Nurul,Acap,Ruiz and I [Amir was absent] on our National Math Marathon this coming tuesday. Having second thoughts but it's far too late to back down now. S'kay,I'm doing this for the scholarship and the cash. Freakin' rewarding combination,si?&lt;br /&gt;5 Alpha had a Pre-Puasa Pesta Pasta Pizza Potluck Party during school hours today.&lt;br /&gt;Ruiz wouldn't let us start eating in class because he felt guilty so he went down to look for God know's who.&lt;br /&gt;We were all literally standing around the table which was crammed with pastas and pizzas and caramel puddings etc. Staring longingly at the food until temptation and hunger conquered discipline hahaha (y)&lt;br /&gt;At first,it was just us Alpharians but then slowly,people from Beta,Gama,Sigma,Usahawan and whatnot joined us as well. If you were to look generally,it's as if SPM is the least of our worries.&lt;br /&gt;Had a snack-fest at Diey's place with Waa and the guys. What a way to spend the last day before fasting starts,stuffing ourselves silly.Made Firdaus drive us to Sulei afterwards. Seriously,you and Diey have got to stop bvvvvhhh-ing each other. Dah nak puasa,tak elok hahahaha. A few guys were smoking near us and my chest felt really tight all of a sudden,so I hid my head behind Diey and exhaled a couple of times. Probably scared Diey shitless because the next thing I could hear was "SHA ARE YOU SMOKING?!"  Yknow, cigarette scents = exhaling ? Piques one's curiosity hahaha. K,nvm. God,if only you could have listened to her tone. I wasn't,just in case you're wondering. Do you have any idea how invigorating it feels when somebody else can honestly relate to your problems? Exhaled a number of relieved sighs,knowing that my doubts before are understandable. Thanks for taking time to really listen maaaaaaan (y) I know,I know. I shouldn't be rambling on my blog. I should be catching forty winks before sahur since my slumber hours will go haywire this month,all hail freakin' trials.Dah lah trials lepas cuti,and like,the whole freakin' month of puasa will be occupied by burning the midnight oil. Babi betul.Rasa pasrah sebab tak buat dalam Dewan Tertutup. Dah lah no toilet breaks during papers. Dah lah aku suka duduk kat sink tu,main-main air hahahaha. Happy Ramadhan everyone,cheating is strictly prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6993888889912939654?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6993888889912939654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6993888889912939654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6993888889912939654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6993888889912939654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/stuff-your-face.html' title='Let &apos;Em Rumble'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7af8GDxgI/AAAAAAAABBA/-3KoGDov-Wk/s72-c/gg2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1655252978471341848</id><published>2009-08-20T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:45:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7c8nTdrtI/AAAAAAAABBg/WxIx1AmZ31o/s1600-h/jsnhfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7c8nTdrtI/AAAAAAAABBg/WxIx1AmZ31o/s320/jsnhfo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474339400462034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7c8FkweiI/AAAAAAAABBY/dlF_jr1BxXk/s1600-h/9hqezb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7c8FkweiI/AAAAAAAABBY/dlF_jr1BxXk/s320/9hqezb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372474330346191394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfying my material needs by browsing longingly through fashion blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be temporarily staying at the other house while the current house is being renovated (y)&lt;br /&gt;Gawd,I've missed plonking down on my bed when I get back from school.&lt;br /&gt;Well,not that school is a daily activity of mine anymore HAHAHAHA meja mesti dah berhabuk *coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;Thus,I'll be on an on-off hiatus. Which is probably a good thing,Twitter and Facebook distracts me bigtime !&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that trials are less than two weeks away and I still haven't finished studying.Ginormous trouble if I wont be able to digest enough information.Forget cellphones,my brain needs a memory card.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Ramadhan,InsyaAllah,more good deeds will/can be done. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for buka puasa nights out with the gang and terawikh. Keeping my fingers crossed that I'll be able to go every night,unless my cycle gets in the way.Toodlessss !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1655252978471341848?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1655252978471341848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1655252978471341848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1655252978471341848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1655252978471341848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/slumber.html' title='Slumber'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/So7c8nTdrtI/AAAAAAAABBg/WxIx1AmZ31o/s72-c/jsnhfo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3361878538742337237</id><published>2009-08-19T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:40:58.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sowk9ZMjXvI/AAAAAAAABAg/8rdG8_NUD2Y/s1600-h/fp89wy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sowk9ZMjXvI/AAAAAAAABAg/8rdG8_NUD2Y/s320/fp89wy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371709092700315378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eijas found my Friendster profile and it aint goooooood -_-&lt;br /&gt;If you could die of embarrassment,well,I can reassure you that I've been reincarnated quite a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3361878538742337237?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3361878538742337237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3361878538742337237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3361878538742337237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3361878538742337237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/blonde-ambition.html' title='Blonde Ambition'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sowk9ZMjXvI/AAAAAAAABAg/8rdG8_NUD2Y/s72-c/fp89wy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5224233638575590547</id><published>2009-08-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:16:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Hum Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sov_wnVYGgI/AAAAAAAABAY/2nIeKP3ywJA/s1600-h/qzpsw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sov_wnVYGgI/AAAAAAAABAY/2nIeKP3ywJA/s320/qzpsw5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371668191226894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what sucks? When this fifteen year-old girl adds you,barely even knows you,and wants to go to your school's prom when she herself is from a diff school. And she's fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;And no,I am most certainly not blaming her. I would run up to her and hug her for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this,Q,please do come to prom,it'll be a blast :-) Drag your other friends as well yo !&lt;br /&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND,for all of you people out there yang tak beli lagi ticket prom yang RM110 tu,well then,nasib ah. Kena bayar RM140 lepas esok i.e 20th August.NO EXCEPTIONS. Tak kisah lah kau adik aku,ke kakak aku ke,kawan aku ke. Not a joke anymore k?&lt;br /&gt;I'll rip your head off if you come up to me and complain, Kenapa Mahal Sangat blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Mahal sebab kalau tak cukup orang datang,the amount of RM140 tickets we sell will cover the freakin payment. InsyaAllah,tu pun kalau cukup.&lt;br /&gt;Haih,stress tau tak fikir pasal benda ni?I can't not think about prom as well because it's huge,it's something we've been looking forward to. Dengan trials lagi seminggu. Dengan orang yang buat rumour yang prom kitaorg cancel.Dengan orang yang cakap taknak pegi sebab prom committee macam cibai ah,sebab takut ada alcohol ah. Stop feeding people bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I can't ignore this frustration anymore. Told you all hell would break loose.&lt;br /&gt;And,I paling pantang bila orang datang kat ANY of the prom comm,and say "Oh hm,takpe ah,taknak g prom kita ah,mesti suck doh. Nak pegi prom ______ tu ah. "&lt;br /&gt;Pegi ah pegi,pastu jangan nak mengada-ngada,terhegeh-hegeh cakap KTORG TAK BUAT PAPE KERJA. Woah,panas sial,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5224233638575590547?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5224233638575590547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5224233638575590547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5224233638575590547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5224233638575590547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-what-sucks-when-this-fifteen.html' title='Bah Hum Bug'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sov_wnVYGgI/AAAAAAAABAY/2nIeKP3ywJA/s72-c/qzpsw5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3106578221089020534</id><published>2009-08-18T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:56:39.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot The Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SorVsH2vHHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/z2oIUFZw-6s/s1600-h/tumblr_kodxl07EDi1qzsp24o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SorVsH2vHHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/z2oIUFZw-6s/s320/tumblr_kodxl07EDi1qzsp24o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371340459592326258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Haziq,Ahlami etc. seriously does good to the system hahaha (y)&lt;br /&gt;And Eijas,if you're reading this,which I'm sure you will be,I'm getting funnier,I'll be needing a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3106578221089020534?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3106578221089020534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3106578221089020534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3106578221089020534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3106578221089020534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/7eleven-in-sunway-waa-omg-belgium.html' title='Shoot The Runner'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SorVsH2vHHI/AAAAAAAABAQ/z2oIUFZw-6s/s72-c/tumblr_kodxl07EDi1qzsp24o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1416443739315849831</id><published>2009-08-18T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:41:59.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaspard Ulliel;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SopaaG8Ib_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/-Bjxps-umYs/s1600-h/tumblr_kodv8oBT1N1qzg38no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SopaaG8Ib_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/-Bjxps-umYs/s320/tumblr_kodv8oBT1N1qzg38no1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371204910178660338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muka macam cina jual ikan dekat pasar sikit but damn,doesn't he look orgasmic?HAHA&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things that's getting me through pre-trials stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1416443739315849831?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1416443739315849831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1416443739315849831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1416443739315849831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1416443739315849831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/gaspard-ulliel.html' title='Gaspard Ulliel;'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SopaaG8Ib_I/AAAAAAAAA_4/-Bjxps-umYs/s72-c/tumblr_kodv8oBT1N1qzg38no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3697041715910651157</id><published>2009-08-18T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:32:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leighton Meester ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SopYwOt7hNI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cA7SdyfSAR4/s1600-h/tumblr_kobvmjXU6d1qza35zo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SopYwOt7hNI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cA7SdyfSAR4/s320/tumblr_kobvmjXU6d1qza35zo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371203091200443602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixie Lott - Without You&lt;br /&gt;Currently on repeat (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3697041715910651157?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3697041715910651157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3697041715910651157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3697041715910651157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3697041715910651157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/leighton-meester.html' title='Leighton Meester ;'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SopYwOt7hNI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cA7SdyfSAR4/s72-c/tumblr_kobvmjXU6d1qza35zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-9016035625124873556</id><published>2009-08-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:25:02.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SomRL_2ByvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HSNULsMW3hM/s1600-h/105uu1h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SomRL_2ByvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HSNULsMW3hM/s320/105uu1h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370983665918659314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding on to this much longer will drive me out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Help me unravel my latest mistake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-9016035625124873556?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/9016035625124873556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=9016035625124873556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/9016035625124873556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/9016035625124873556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SomRL_2ByvI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HSNULsMW3hM/s72-c/105uu1h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5391594481245052349</id><published>2009-08-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:17:40.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SohDA_DbjbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/giKaJfDsflQ/s1600-h/3200927024_d092a277f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SohDA_DbjbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/giKaJfDsflQ/s400/3200927024_d092a277f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370616239844199858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyson Ritter,I Would Do You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5391594481245052349?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5391594481245052349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5391594481245052349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5391594481245052349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5391594481245052349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/raging.html' title='Raging'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SohDA_DbjbI/AAAAAAAAA_I/giKaJfDsflQ/s72-c/3200927024_d092a277f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4643908973469527690</id><published>2009-08-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:35:47.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SofVcgKYl8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/gZeqUu1vKmQ/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SofVcgKYl8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/gZeqUu1vKmQ/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370495766309148610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly don't feel like rubbing it in but heck,I can have my moments,so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MTV WORLD STAGE WAS FUCKING AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;! Swear to God,it was the best concert I've ever been to in my life.It's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thirteen on a scale of 1 to 10 &lt;/span&gt;and worth a gazillion thumbs up (y) It started to rain really heavily and I was v.v. reluctant to put on the raincoat MTV gave us but anything was better than being soaking wet when the concert hadn't even started yet. The one disadvantage for me at every concert,you ask? My height. Seriously,do you know how frustrating it is when you came to see the bands but all you see are the thousands of heads in front of you? On the other hand,I'm as light as a feather so everybody (i assumed) was pretty alright with me sitting on their shoulders. Ilya,for literally being squished in between my crotch and Amy's back,I will treat you to chicken fajitas :')) Had a laugh reading the Tweets/text messages on the screens. When I think about,I should have Tweeted and asked for this guy's number hahahahahaha !First performance was by Estranged,he asked us to get down,like literally squat on the floor and then jump,best gila but I only did that halfway sbb my thighs hurt so I'm guessing my butt was right up against this guys face,God bless him for not being a perv or maybe small derrieres don't appeal to him hahahaha. Boys Like Girls were absofuckinglutely amazing. If I were right up front and I had the chance to get close to Martin,his clothes wouldn't have been on for long *sighs* . On the other hand,eventhough I came to watch BLG,they totally left my mind after Raygun/Kasabian performed. BEST GILA BABI NAK MATI SIAL !Pixie Lott's voice is as soulful live as it is on the radio,I likeee ! Raygun was really,really,really good. Every song made me wanna shake my barely-there booty (y) Not a big fan of Hoobastank so Ilya,Waa and I found a spot waaaay behind and tried to regain every ounce of energy we had left. Bumped into Zain,you owe me twice (y) If you were to ask me the highlights of World Stage it would definitely be AAR and Kasabian,hands down ! Waa,Ilya + le cousins,Amy,Athirah,Dyraa,Aimi,Yahi and Arina were with us during AAR and having this rowdy but hilarious group of guys beside us didn't hurt either. Trust me,I rarely let loose at concerts but I was shrieking and jumping and headbanging and semi-moshing and dirty dancing. Basically,I was freakin lost in the moment ! Siap suruh orang lain pegang bag (y) I can't remember who carried me on their shoulders but all I know was Ilya passed me around in the middle of AAR. Personally,that was the shiznitttt dawg. Kan best kalau I was caught on camera and Rob Pattinson happened to be catching World Stage Live in Msia on MTV and yeah hahahahahhahaahahahahahahhahaha k,that was uncalled for and pathetic but oh well. Shouted Tyson Ritter,I Wanna Have Your Babies so many times,I lost count. Skinny and lanky guys just do it for me man :') Had a break before Kasabian I think,so us grrrrrls went to our spot at the back yet again and we semi reved up that area.Amy danced with this uber gay Canadian guy who was doing pirouettes and now I owe her recess in schoool.  Concert kot ! Tapi ni baring-baring semua,baik duduk rumah depan TV :-) Kasabian was by far,the best closing act everrrr. I wasn't into their songs before but they're on replay on my iPod now. Amy willingly put me on her shoulders again during Fire and I was in my own world,again. God knows where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; side of me came from hehe. Okay,recalling what I did during AAR and Kasabian macam,embarassing tahap maximum.Macam memuja the bands on stage k hahahahahahaha *cringes* My thighs don't agree with my enthusiasm though,I can't climb anything,nak panjat katil pun rasa macam !@#$%^&amp;amp;*  Met Eijas,Azrie and Fikri on the way out.Fikri lost one side of his shoe somewhere in the middle of the performances but then masa kita nak naik balik tu,lagi sebelah pun hilang hahaha lawak sial.Left the theme park around 1230 midnight and I shall be entering slumber zone now.&lt;br /&gt;Did I feel guilty for ditching my books for nine hours? Nope. I'll make up for lost time,promise.&lt;br /&gt;What concert next,amigos? HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;**photos will be uploaded ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4643908973469527690?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4643908973469527690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4643908973469527690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4643908973469527690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4643908973469527690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-to-nextmi-amigos.html' title='Epic'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SofVcgKYl8I/AAAAAAAAA-w/gZeqUu1vKmQ/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4606028277689149020</id><published>2009-08-14T11:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:33:16.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWsOV2eAYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/5q19NcxHs1E/s1600-h/2ym699z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWsOV2eAYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/5q19NcxHs1E/s320/2ym699z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369887493092934018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWsN4br0BI/AAAAAAAAA-g/m_L1MDDmDwY/s1600-h/2vubhb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWsN4br0BI/AAAAAAAAA-g/m_L1MDDmDwY/s320/2vubhb7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369887485195964434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan just left me chocolates at the gate but nobody's awake and I've been petrified to go out ever since the crime rates in ttdi sky-rocketed. Ceh,petrified lah sangat,keluar tempat lain boleh je. I just dont wanna move from my comfy spot.Keeping my fingers crossed that nothing gets to it before I do. God,I miss Yan's uber late night visits. Geli hati tengok Yan behind the wheel hahaha. I miss the midget,period. One of the rare guys whom I could talk to about everything,literally everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** : Sha,why don't you wear a headscarf permantly?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uh,because I'm simply not ready to wear it yet. Besides,I like my shorts and miniskirts HAHA&lt;br /&gt;***** : So you're telling me that showing your bare legs is more important than your religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;PEDAS SIAL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4606028277689149020?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4606028277689149020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4606028277689149020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4606028277689149020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4606028277689149020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/feline-fine.html' title='Comma'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWsOV2eAYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/5q19NcxHs1E/s72-c/2ym699z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3611848999272864408</id><published>2009-08-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:46:32.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'll Be Damned If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWgq9IvV1I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0ygYOSCAfP8/s1600-h/2djok4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWgq9IvV1I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0ygYOSCAfP8/s320/2djok4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369874790535354194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years solat hajat went better than my last. I remember we were all extremely clueless,bila bangun,orang lain tgh sujud lagi,so sujud balik lepas tu sujud lah sampai orang lain bangun.&lt;br /&gt;But,by the time our entire gang got up,orang kat belakang semua dah bangun lama dah. Kata kita semua khusyuk gila mintak HAHAHAHAHA. This year,pro sikit ;p&lt;br /&gt;Before Isyak,Atiqah B. pulled me away from muh friends just to ask me the meaning of adulteress then by the time dah habis,ada orang masuk celah Waa dengan Raidah.&lt;br /&gt;So i had to stand with Atiqah and co. but then,since Atiqah pulled me away,I pulled her away and we were both stuck together kat a different saf. Padan muka -_-'&lt;br /&gt;I asked for ALOT OF (good) THINGS k? Banyak gila,tapi tak sempat nak cakap panjangkan umur parents saya,haih.&lt;br /&gt;Ustazah S.Roha liked my chain bag but she said if she were to wear it,"mesti kat lutut" hahaha comel je!&lt;br /&gt;Dewan Terbuka was packed so the rest of us made our way to the canteen to eat. Syakir,Amirul etc. tambah lagi sekali kat situ *geleng kepala*&lt;br /&gt;We were the last to leave,lepak-lepak depan canteen. Acap,you're very vulgar and no,I would rather not look at your ____ ! The guys all piled into Ahlami's car,kat belakang tu macam clown car.&lt;br /&gt;Ann,Naim and I went to Mosin after that,and we left around 1130 or so.&lt;br /&gt;WORLD STAGE IS FREAKIN' TOMORROW *shrieks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I'm still blogging eventhough I made it private,weird....It feels like I'm talking to myself. But I always talk to myself so no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3611848999272864408?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3611848999272864408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3611848999272864408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3611848999272864408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3611848999272864408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-ill-be-damned-if.html' title='But I&apos;ll Be Damned If...'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWgq9IvV1I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/0ygYOSCAfP8/s72-c/2djok4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6288648588159204561</id><published>2009-08-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:27:17.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Ask For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWdBn5V_-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/69s81Q5DE2g/s1600-h/3348259147_64f858153c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWdBn5V_-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/69s81Q5DE2g/s320/3348259147_64f858153c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369870781924114402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWdBGhhb9I/AAAAAAAAA94/3dwUsG_tHJQ/s1600-h/ben+watts05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWdBGhhb9I/AAAAAAAAA94/3dwUsG_tHJQ/s320/ben+watts05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369870772965830610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid works in unexplainable ways. Well,I was right about one thing. The bow and arrow effect lasts shorter on me. Always.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always dumbfounded when it comes to couples who've been together for more than five months. Endless bliss eh?What keeps them together? Lust or love? Probably a lil' bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault,I never should have lead you on,never.I promised not to break your heart and put you through hell but I've never been good with promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6288648588159204561?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6288648588159204561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6288648588159204561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6288648588159204561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6288648588159204561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-ask-for-me.html' title='You&apos;ll Ask For Me'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoWdBn5V_-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/69s81Q5DE2g/s72-c/3348259147_64f858153c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7076630634342115774</id><published>2009-08-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:02:15.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoUYGql_e0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/CxC27JT82g8/s1600-h/christopherkane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoUYGql_e0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/CxC27JT82g8/s320/christopherkane2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369724633501104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Kane's graphic tee looks pretty good on her,even if it is a picture of an ape.&lt;br /&gt;Boys Like Girls - Holiday . Go,go,download it now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7076630634342115774?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7076630634342115774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7076630634342115774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7076630634342115774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7076630634342115774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/easy-lover.html' title='Easy Lover'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoUYGql_e0I/AAAAAAAAA9w/CxC27JT82g8/s72-c/christopherkane2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1956150100995375545</id><published>2009-08-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:49:15.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoRBFDtogdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/IskuS0iPvmQ/s1600-h/rsf9ajnXqr0rb75u1SgCrkRmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoRBFDtogdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/IskuS0iPvmQ/s320/rsf9ajnXqr0rb75u1SgCrkRmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369488210884329938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum gave me an endless lecture on the importance of education and she can't seem to understand why I,out of all people,who used to score extremely well in my exams,have gone downhill. Well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Truth be told,SPM hasn't been the top priority in my life. Yes,it basically maps out my life but it isn't the end of the world either.Yes,this is probably the most bogus statement you have ever come across in your life but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I completely erased all my SPM-related resolutions and I occupied most of my time with socializing. Yes,it most certainly was not the best decision I've made in my life,especially at this critical stage.Yes,I sometimes bury my head in the pillow and cry because I regret what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I'll be the one standing at the corner and bawling my eyes out because I bombed bigtime. No,maybe I could even be the one who's jumping up and down,shrieking and ecstatic because I managed to pull through even after all this.&lt;br /&gt;No,I have no intentions to take up medicine in college/university. It's too demanding and I would probably have to be freakin determined and patient,none of which I am.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,for the time-being,law is definitely number one on my list. Besides,arguing has always been my forte'.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I've divided my time equally. Yes,I've been staying at home on most days because I've been making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to have fun and be serious,I'm seventeen,I've got this brain that I occasionally use hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I faithfully and strongly believe that I still have time to change my ways,to wake up out of this dream. This dream of wanting to live carefree days and not giving a flying tuck about my education.On the other hand,unconcerned to you,I've woken up and smelt the coffee a long time ago. Yes,you did not notice this because I am not like you,I have my own methods.&lt;br /&gt;People want to read the truth,si?This is as raw as I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1956150100995375545?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1956150100995375545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1956150100995375545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1956150100995375545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1956150100995375545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/sombre.html' title='Sombre'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoRBFDtogdI/AAAAAAAAA9o/IskuS0iPvmQ/s72-c/rsf9ajnXqr0rb75u1SgCrkRmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2174753536666449739</id><published>2009-08-09T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:20:16.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tablemate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoLZ6N7bBYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/X0cCblPX16g/s1600-h/IMG_1985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoLZ6N7bBYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/X0cCblPX16g/s400/IMG_1985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369093299973588354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,who said you couldn't have two surprise parties?&lt;br /&gt;Last year,our gang literally lived for surprise parties! Tak sah kalau birthday orang bukan surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;My table for two buddy turned seventeen on the ninth of august i.e today and we threw a second surprise party for her and I can safely say that she had a pretty good time&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Bora Asrama with all of 'em and left for Rasta after that.&lt;br /&gt;Ann's expression was by far the best I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Skipping school tomorrow to get immunity shots at DSH and Imma hit the sack after this text message.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,Ann ! Through all the sarcastic comments,bullying moments and vulgar jokes,Always and forever &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2174753536666449739?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2174753536666449739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2174753536666449739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2174753536666449739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2174753536666449739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/tablemate.html' title='Tablemate!'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoLZ6N7bBYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/X0cCblPX16g/s72-c/IMG_1985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6594415856855714110</id><published>2009-08-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:00:52.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Specials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoQmuJHMYJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/GE0eSJ0bMH8/s1600-h/3571419571_eeab32b10e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoQmuJHMYJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/GE0eSJ0bMH8/s320/3571419571_eeab32b10e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369459229894402194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Izzud's barbeque and 'twas good.&lt;br /&gt;Nasib police tak datang doh masa cake-cutting hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Eijas said I looked "sartorialist" tonight,aww and now I realize the thrill in making fun of Firdaus (Y).&lt;br /&gt;Food was goood too and Izzud's brothers are so freakin' adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Izzat sombong lah luar sekolah :(  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me but everytime Amirul comes home,it's as if he grew a couple more inches.&lt;br /&gt;I love weekends like these. Now it's back to our mundane lives. God,three more months to endure and I'm going to host barbeques all week long!&lt;br /&gt;I've no intention to brag or rub it in or whatsoever but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm going to MTV World Stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6594415856855714110?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6594415856855714110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6594415856855714110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6594415856855714110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6594415856855714110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-came-back-from-izzuds-barbeque-and.html' title='Weekend Specials'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SoQmuJHMYJI/AAAAAAAAA8o/GE0eSJ0bMH8/s72-c/3571419571_eeab32b10e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8448648810131987250</id><published>2009-08-08T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:51:12.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hye Park ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sn0rxWOjxGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/K7wmo3ye-og/s1600-h/3606777190_519b069ee6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sn0rxWOjxGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/K7wmo3ye-og/s400/3606777190_519b069ee6_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367494457675727970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics tuition in the morning with Koo and the gang. Refresed our barely-there memory and Eijas pandai urut orang. Walaupun dia cakap urut saya macam urut bedpost besi saya -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Look who's talking,haih *geleng kepala*&lt;br /&gt;Ilya and Ann dropped by my place and we bonded over making fun of me (apa lagi) and sorting out my clothes. Honestly,I admit that I'm a horder and therefore,I've an inhuman amount of clothing,sumpah hahahaha. So,now,the two of them will penalise me if I don't wear any of my other clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly dropping by Curve with Waa and Ilya for awhile to browse around and then off to Izzud's barbeque tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8448648810131987250?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8448648810131987250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8448648810131987250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8448648810131987250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8448648810131987250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/hye-park.html' title='Hye Park ;'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sn0rxWOjxGI/AAAAAAAAA5I/K7wmo3ye-og/s72-c/3606777190_519b069ee6_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8061536274688413478</id><published>2009-08-07T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:38:28.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixie Geldof ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyCPfUsR6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/m6V6Y8Yw1eo/s1600-h/vk2jynSIFqqteqb8CJNBofi8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyCPfUsR6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/m6V6Y8Yw1eo/s400/vk2jynSIFqqteqb8CJNBofi8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367308058536724386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyCO5xjhVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4m6v1Jtbypg/s1600-h/vk2jynSIFqqte2puFy8KMZ6ao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyCO5xjhVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/4m6v1Jtbypg/s400/vk2jynSIFqqte2puFy8KMZ6ao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367308048457237842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8061536274688413478?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8061536274688413478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8061536274688413478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8061536274688413478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8061536274688413478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/pixie-geldof.html' title='Pixie Geldof ;'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyCPfUsR6I/AAAAAAAAA4w/m6V6Y8Yw1eo/s72-c/vk2jynSIFqqteqb8CJNBofi8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7713605361093933435</id><published>2009-08-07T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:40:58.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyDH9WmacI/AAAAAAAAA44/TTQloOaLaN0/s1600-h/photographer+Camilla+Akrans+-+model+Anne+Vyalitsyna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyDH9WmacI/AAAAAAAAA44/TTQloOaLaN0/s400/photographer+Camilla+Akrans+-+model+Anne+Vyalitsyna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367309028670466498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally,I think James Franco looks somewhat like James Dean.&lt;br /&gt;Oozing all that bad-boy machorism *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Well,the week flew by and now it's Friday and I'm freakin' looking forward to my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Promised Mum that I would crack open my books in the morning/afternoon so my nights are free *punches thin air*&lt;br /&gt;The whole class,and I literally mean the whole class planned to not come to school today due to reasons I shall not mention.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,I woke up at 640am and couldn't go back to sleep,so I decided to drag my ass anyways.Which wasn't a bad thing either,because Ann,Ilya,Afiqah etc. came so s'all good.Plus,we had an early recess in class thanks to Pn. Hazlin. One of the rare days where we got to eat something hot from the stove hahaha (Y)&lt;br /&gt;I shall break the stereotypical barrier people have around an Alpharian : Today,1/3 of the class came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Did you know that it was 12:34:56 pm on the 07/08/09 today?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7713605361093933435?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7713605361093933435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7713605361093933435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7713605361093933435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7713605361093933435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF !'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnyDH9WmacI/AAAAAAAAA44/TTQloOaLaN0/s72-c/photographer+Camilla+Akrans+-+model+Anne+Vyalitsyna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5081645309447655137</id><published>2009-08-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:08:05.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Wasn't Rocket Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnmoulxYTrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nd7Lhq62dVE/s1600-h/Katrin+Thormann+covers+the+latest+Vogue+Paris+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnmoulxYTrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nd7Lhq62dVE/s400/Katrin+Thormann+covers+the+latest+Vogue+Paris+beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366505949355331250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,the good thing is,urat tu tak putus,it's somehow,stretched? Either way,the left side of my body near my hips is bruised,you'd be able to feel a slight bump.&lt;br /&gt;The pain isn't anywhere near the normal,sharp pains some people experience. On some days,I can barely feel the pain at all,I can even jump and bend my body.&lt;br /&gt;On the rough days,I can barely shift my foot let alone walk. I'd have to force myself to get up from bed,where I'd fall asleep in an upright position. Yeah,lying down is worse.&lt;br /&gt;It's tougher when the pains come during school hours,I'd have to keep myself from cringing or making sounds that doesn't ease the soul hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand still for long,that's freakin' excruciating and don't even get me started on stairs!&lt;br /&gt;When I try to find the silver lining in this,it would probably have to be the steps I take.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around my parents,I'd walk with my hand on my hips and like,left foot first,then my right.So,I literally look like a pregnant woman. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Berapa lama kena rasa macam ni?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5081645309447655137?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5081645309447655137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5081645309447655137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5081645309447655137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5081645309447655137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-how-some-people-are-used-to-piling.html' title='It Wasn&apos;t Rocket Science'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnmoulxYTrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nd7Lhq62dVE/s72-c/Katrin+Thormann+covers+the+latest+Vogue+Paris+beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8733363656230904082</id><published>2009-08-05T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:07:23.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy Votes Ain't Working This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Snlx9PjthVI/AAAAAAAAA34/dE2rWo_0DXI/s1600-h/mc6id5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Snlx9PjthVI/AAAAAAAAA34/dE2rWo_0DXI/s400/mc6id5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366445727950931282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isteri itu dianggap sebagai first-class pelacur", Ustazah S. Roha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now,you see,Ustazah S. Roha has got to be the best Ustazah I've ever had. Other than the fact that she gets along with all of us,she's extremely open-minded. She'll usually laugh at what the boys have to say,which are v. vulgar at times. Hahaha comel :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was good,felt under the weather because of the terrible haze this morning. The over-powering scent of the smoke made me want to gag.Multitasked during BM,pasrah betul tak dapat duduk sebelah Hazim tapi harini dia macam tak buat lawak so takpe. Lately,I've noticed how he talks and laughs to himself in class,like yesterday ! Some people couldn't get over the fact that my hair was so thick,and got annoyed with how I shook my head so my hair would swing around hahaha sorry Amir ;p Amy tadi tersasul cakap pasal orang Cina hahahaha but Bryan's cool like that .Raihan and I were two of the last people to leave the Chemistry lab so we basically stood around the hallways to pass time. When we went up,Mahirah told us that ______ was in class. So,Raihan and I turned on our heels and made our way towards,well,anywhere but the class. We bumped into Man,and told him the same thing. So the three of us ran down the stairs. Saw Man motioning towards Fariz and Hazim to come down but then we saw ______ outside the class,looking over Man and the two guys. Hahahahahaha kelakar gila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked towards Mobil to meet up with Ann around 4 just now but she didn't show up so I was hanging around by myself. Ilya picked me up at Haizal's place and we stopped at Mosin for drinks.Roamed around Taman Tun after that and we had a rendezvous in the library car park HAHAHAHA. Ann came with Naim and Afiqah after that. Ada orang tu tak puas hati sebab I got shotgun ): Ilya and Afiqah dropped me off and now I'm here. Gonna have a quick dinner then bury myself six feet under depression i.e books. I'm actually pretty proud of myself,I woke up and smelt the coffee :') 100 days till SPM,and tomorrow,it'll be down to two digits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a plus side,I've discovered the pros of literally cleaning out my closet. I found my black,embellished military jacket (And no,it's not the camouflage pattern,ew),two of my faded denim shirts and a ton of other things that I'm thinking of selling away. In dire need of the big bucks.Oh and if life can't get any more amusing,I entered a contest to win passes for MTV World Stage Live In Asia hahahaha,kalau menang nak ajak Odeng hahaha (Y) On the other hand,if that doesn't work,I sure hope Ilya's mum would be able to pull some strings AMIN 0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8733363656230904082?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8733363656230904082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8733363656230904082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8733363656230904082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8733363656230904082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/sympathy-votes-aint-working-this-time.html' title='Sympathy Votes Ain&apos;t Working This Time'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Snlx9PjthVI/AAAAAAAAA34/dE2rWo_0DXI/s72-c/mc6id5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6790609066995917430</id><published>2009-08-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:37:05.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,Maybe I Should Play in Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Syed Arif : *comes into class,tells us recess is early today*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hanyang : Holy shit ! This calls for a celebration,we should have an orgy. With Sha and Raihan and Nad and Dhabitah and......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me : Chong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hanyang : Hahahahahaha high five Sha,high five!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook Quizzes are freakin' addictive man. So far,I've discovered that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kampung name is Siti Petom Binti Kemit&lt;br /&gt;My Kelate name is Mok Su Setesoh&lt;br /&gt;My Old-School malay name is Suri&lt;br /&gt;My Gangsta name is Ray Ray [More like nama maknyah]&lt;br /&gt;My Bad Porn Movie Star name is Titallica : Master of Puppies [Shall ask the boys tomorrow hahahaha]&lt;br /&gt;My Stripper name is Bunny Amberhoney [Bummer,I wanted something kinkier hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;My Barbarian name is Aishah Hell-Hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,I just lowered my possibilities of getting an A for SPM. Bummer,studying starts tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6790609066995917430?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6790609066995917430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6790609066995917430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6790609066995917430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6790609066995917430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/wellmaybe-i-should-play-in-traffic.html' title='Well,Maybe I Should Play in Traffic'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5362358794473252324</id><published>2009-08-01T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:21:48.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moss&amp;Depp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnRvhGj03NI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PG0m-Cvwq9g/s1600-h/dfit1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnRvhGj03NI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PG0m-Cvwq9g/s400/dfit1w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365035670592347346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IU Day was really good,kudos to the committee (Y)&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I got in for RM __ didn't hurt either. I owe you bigtime eh fish? Haha&lt;br /&gt;I get dibs on the guy who sang __________ ! Hahahaha multiracial what !&lt;br /&gt;Eijas was singing Sweet Child Of Mine in my ear while Afiqah kept on saying Ala,I Ada Banyak Energy Utk Lompat Ni,Asal Takda Siapa Lompat! and Ilya/Audrey were busy with their attempt to grope someone hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;None of the Above was awesome,shrieked for Syakir and Justin (and a few other ppl who were offstage) so much,I thought I was going to lose my voice&lt;br /&gt;Mission : I will win shotgun to Afiqah one day,be scared Afiqah,be very scared.&lt;br /&gt;*dalam hati* SHOTGUN SHOTGUN SHOTGUN,k so tiga hari nnti I shotgun (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5362358794473252324?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5362358794473252324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5362358794473252324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5362358794473252324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5362358794473252324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/08/moss.html' title='Moss&amp;Depp'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnRvhGj03NI/AAAAAAAAA3o/PG0m-Cvwq9g/s72-c/dfit1w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-866824277743829679</id><published>2009-08-01T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:00:03.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia May Jagger;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnRmViR-NaI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/hFqTE4BD-WI/s1600-h/30vhf9u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnRmolH_t3I/AAAAAAAAA3g/Dfrn32nfIlk/s400/2nqtwxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365025903451551602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnKaANU4LJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Jt40ervtxvc/s1600-h/16kap14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnKaANU4LJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Jt40ervtxvc/s400/16kap14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364519434519587986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True that !&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/613649254316528874-1861183557083236881?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1861183557083236881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1861183557083236881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1861183557083236881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1861183557083236881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/alexa-chung.html' title='Alexa Chung ;'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnRmolH_t3I/AAAAAAAAA3g/Dfrn32nfIlk/s72-c/2nqtwxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-6243325716236625671</id><published>2009-07-31T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:12:46.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnKZaNVFN_I/AAAAAAAAA24/h77T_FlpXHg/s1600-h/5b2xw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnKZaNVFN_I/AAAAAAAAA24/h77T_FlpXHg/s400/5b2xw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364518781685413874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-6243325716236625671?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/6243325716236625671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=6243325716236625671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6243325716236625671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/6243325716236625671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/bite-me.html' title='Bite Me'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnKZaNVFN_I/AAAAAAAAA24/h77T_FlpXHg/s72-c/5b2xw3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8925683622449960561</id><published>2009-07-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:08:27.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris,Je t'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnHCYv0TH3I/AAAAAAAAA2w/qfaR1RRFzBc/s1600-h/img2804bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnHCYv0TH3I/AAAAAAAAA2w/qfaR1RRFzBc/s400/img2804bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364282361583443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing keeping me sane from the exam bug is the trip to Europe after my papers&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was in London/Paris,I couldn't fully appreciate the things around me as I was too preoccupied with the weather and neither was I a fashionista three years ago. And before that,I was eight,memang tak ah. The only thing I remember was the trip to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly contain my excitement these past few days,keeping my fingers crossed that the apartment next to Baglioni's is vacant. Freakin' awesome view of Hyde Park !&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,it'll be freezing cold so I doubt there'll be men frolicking on the grass half-naked like the last time :'(&lt;br /&gt;This may sound ludicrous but I can still remember how it smelt like when I got off the subway on odd days&lt;br /&gt;And how we insisted on getting ice-creams near the Tower of London eventhough our teeth were chattering in the middle of summer&lt;br /&gt;And when Dad refused to climb the Eiffle Tower because he was scared of heights,2 tahun pegi,2 tahun tu lah tak naik naik -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Swear on my life,I've never been this excited to go overseas,ever.&lt;br /&gt;Mum says I'll probably be missing prom night if I'm not willing to get on an early flight. So now,the decision is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;Prom or three weeks in Europe? Not exactly an easy decision yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8925683622449960561?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8925683622449960561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8925683622449960561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8925683622449960561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8925683622449960561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/parisje-taime.html' title='Paris,Je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnHCYv0TH3I/AAAAAAAAA2w/qfaR1RRFzBc/s72-c/img2804bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5061001483111509250</id><published>2009-07-29T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:17:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnB2C3LljyI/AAAAAAAAA2o/oLf7u1DlZzs/s1600-h/3388908594_2b59d2e9f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnB2C3LljyI/AAAAAAAAA2o/oLf7u1DlZzs/s400/3388908594_2b59d2e9f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363916947742625570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multitasking should be my forte' ! The internet really doesn't like me,so I'm currently blogging from the Blackberry while IM-ing people on the laptop,MSN is being friendly today.&lt;br /&gt;Juggled Chemistry and Math this morning. Close to finishing Form Four Math. Not much of an effort but hey,it's a start.&lt;br /&gt;Pang of nostalgia as of this moment as I go through my previous blog posts,it's funny how things change so abruptly. How people change abruptly,bouncing from one group of friends to the next.&lt;br /&gt;On some days,I used to wonder how adults get tired of the things they did as a teenager. I mean,how can one lose interest in carefree days and Myspace/ Facebook?!&lt;br /&gt;But now,I've reached a stage in my life whereby these things just don't thrill me at all. I've gotten tired of dragging my arse to malls unless it's with my parents. I've gotten tired of updating my friend list and trying to act all sociable on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fifty-fifty chance I'll be missing school tomorrow,I've got a date with the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;My posts seem more irrelevant and less fascinating these days,boring more like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5061001483111509250?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5061001483111509250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5061001483111509250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5061001483111509250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5061001483111509250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/multitasking-should-be-my-forte.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SnB2C3LljyI/AAAAAAAAA2o/oLf7u1DlZzs/s72-c/3388908594_2b59d2e9f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1975723742716789429</id><published>2009-07-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:16:23.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sm8TFcK72sI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xXgYP9hfGZ4/s1600-h/IMG_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sm8TFcK72sI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xXgYP9hfGZ4/s400/IMG_1579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363526665403882178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini Hasil Karya Syakir Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were to choose between the weekdays,it'll be Tuesday !&lt;br /&gt;Subjects all move at a slow pace,no serious calculation or thinking involved, and everybody's basically in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Today was no exception,it's Nurul Aini Atiqah's seventeenth. Walaupun kerja aku dengan Deb kat sekolah ialah mencucuk kau sampai melatah,aku tetap sayang kau &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;My muscles ache and my limbs feel all jelloid all because of that wretched fitness test !&lt;br /&gt;Sure,best lah in some ways but I'll bet you a million bucks my face probably looked like...well,i don't even want to recall what my face looked like when I did the pushups/situps&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' exhausted before school ended,was bullied for one whole hour.&lt;br /&gt;Tau lah aku pendek -_-' The guys were amazed at how small my feet were so Fathi hid my shoe in Heng's ke Azzim's shoe. Muat k hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Acap : I had fourteen ex-girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me   : ....But I think I lost count a long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1975723742716789429?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1975723742716789429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1975723742716789429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1975723742716789429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1975723742716789429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/ini-hasil-karya-syakir-yo-if-i-were-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sm8TFcK72sI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/xXgYP9hfGZ4/s72-c/IMG_1579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8382027563815870188</id><published>2009-07-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:43:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do We Fall Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sm3Ht9T3bkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2FNAJXHaRgY/s1600-h/2j48488_533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sm3Ht9T3bkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2FNAJXHaRgY/s400/2j48488_533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162323634056770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes,loyalty hardly ever goes a long way&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,its best to shove your skeletons way behind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,the cons of a situation will always outweigh its pros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And sometimes,frustration will always get in our way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8382027563815870188?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8382027563815870188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8382027563815870188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8382027563815870188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8382027563815870188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-sometimesfrustration-will-always.html' title='Where Do We Fall Now?'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sm3Ht9T3bkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2FNAJXHaRgY/s72-c/2j48488_533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7150916522353882666</id><published>2009-07-26T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:19:44.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty Revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmxwoRwYLiI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1hw_w8HYfwg/s1600-h/xoxo-gossip-girl-the-best-4ever-gossip-girl-1432424-1280-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmxwoRwYLiI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1hw_w8HYfwg/s400/xoxo-gossip-girl-the-best-4ever-gossip-girl-1432424-1280-800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362785093554810402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For starters,I may be needing a daily dose of sedatives as of today&lt;br /&gt;SPM is freakin' catching up on me and it has no intentions on going below the speed limit whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;Swearing off skipping school,afternoon carefree sessions and nights out with the hommies&lt;br /&gt;Well,with the exception of a day or two but there's absolutely no time to joke around now.&lt;br /&gt;If I wont be doing anything to save myself,I'll be screwed like a Thanksgiving turkey&lt;br /&gt;And unless my results prohibits me from pursuing the Bio-Medical Science course,&lt;br /&gt;I'm particularly keen on taking up Law or Journalism,seeing as everything related to the two is some sort of forte' of mine&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,updates and photos on the Prefect's dinner will be coming. As soon as I get my studies back on track.&lt;br /&gt;In a bid to ease my soul,I went to Pavillion with Mum on Saturday and for the first time ever,I strolled out of Topshop feeling freakin' satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Myth buster #2,I don't shop as much as people think I do. No,seriously. Just because I happen to have a bunch of nice clothes,doesn't mean I have to spend everytime I go out.&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering,I'm one of those people who shop extremely cheap but when I do splurge,it's usually on one item. Bukan tiga atau lima sekaligus campak atas counter tu ye. Gila ke apa!&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I get all googly-eyed when I see girls who just pick out and dump things on the counter without batting an eyelid. I've never,ever shopped like that. Selalu satu benda je hahaha,sumpah.&lt;br /&gt;OK. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7150916522353882666?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7150916522353882666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7150916522353882666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7150916522353882666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7150916522353882666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelation.html' title='Shitty Revelation'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmxwoRwYLiI/AAAAAAAAA2A/1hw_w8HYfwg/s72-c/xoxo-gossip-girl-the-best-4ever-gossip-girl-1432424-1280-800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1134463215363342787</id><published>2009-07-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:17:57.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Win A Grammy For Tackiest Reality TV Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmiMsSaGwVI/AAAAAAAAA14/kyXvEf02SEc/s1600-h/2vcgh0o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmiMsSaGwVI/AAAAAAAAA14/kyXvEf02SEc/s400/2vcgh0o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690048868041042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the reminder,I now know why I despise school. No,not because of the teachers or the rules or the repulsive toilets.&lt;br /&gt;Pergi sekolah kan,mesti ada drama. Lepas keluar ke,mesti ada drama. Cakap sikit je,mesti ada drama. Tegur sikit je,mesti ada drama.Tak tau ah,budak ttdi memang gila drama ah kot.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,life imitating art ke apa ni? Macam soap opera je,macam kisah benar melayu/indon yang terlebih drama,sound effect pun nak kena dramatic,nak jerit jerit lah,nangis terlebih macam kena rogol lah tu lah ni lah. Dah ah selalunya,ada tv shows yang mcm gila fake and the actors can't act to save their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;No offense though. I mean,it's not as if I'm against our local entertainment industry. Ada banyak gila movie Melayu yang best gila babi and the only thing that sets them apart is the fact that they have dignity,direct with taste and TAK TIRU MOVIE BARAT.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,cm tah. Dulu banyak jugak ah,ikut plot movie orang barat. Nama pun nak dekat sama.&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of originality people?! K,back to my point.&lt;br /&gt;And before you say anything,I'm guilty of getting involed in a pathetic drama or two. Afterwards,I'll feel freakin' daft. But it's a cheap thrill for everyone. There is absolutely no human being who can resist drama. Cmon,we lead mundane lives. It's not like we'll win the lottery or whatever,but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sometimes,it can get so freakin' tiresome okay? Bahh,tak suka. Menyampah ada,fed-up ada.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,weeeeeeeell. Life is miles away from ever being fair.&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with muh three amigos after what?! Ten thousand gazillion years?!&lt;br /&gt;Psychotic gila sial. Syakir suprisingly asked when we were sending him home,Korang Ni Memang Gila Macam Ni Ke? Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1134463215363342787?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1134463215363342787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=1134463215363342787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1134463215363342787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/1134463215363342787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-could-win-grammy-for-tackiest.html' title='You Could Win A Grammy For Tackiest Reality TV Show!'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmiMsSaGwVI/AAAAAAAAA14/kyXvEf02SEc/s72-c/2vcgh0o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5822580170883496784</id><published>2009-07-20T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:44:08.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Have Forgotten To Give You A Memo But I Think I've Fallen,Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSsdbVplpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/8_g8zPZlhYY/s1600-h/93275_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSsdbVplpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/8_g8zPZlhYY/s400/93275_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360599078032479890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told,I thought that it was simply over. That we never meshed well,that part of it was my fault. I was always too preoccupied with your flaws and somehow,that made me drift away. That we would go back to our mundane lives and back to the starting line,as friends.I thought that I would never speak to you the same way I did before. For awhile,I managed to get my life back on track and I was fine being unattached,like I always have all these years. You know when some people tell me that they can't live without having someone to cling on,to lean on,that's total bullshit.You don't need a guy/girl to make you feel insanely ecstatic 24/7. No offense intended. I was the commander in chief on my ship,I had no partner in crime. That was just how I rolled,I flew solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were unexpected and uncalled for. You were never the person who crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You seemed like the center of a jigsaw to me,lost. We arranged the outermost bits first because they were the easiest but when it came to the core of it,we couldn't find that missing piece.&lt;br /&gt;Sure,there were days when I would feel like banging my head against the wall. There were times when I stumbled upon a movie or a song or an alley that reminded me of you so much but I made myself forget about you. I stopped mentioning your name and I didn't bring you up in any relating conversations,ever. Honestly,I've heard people telling me how daft I was to let you go,I've heard people telling me that I toyed with your feelings,that I made you go through one hell of a rollercoaster and when you needed me the most,I just left you. The hardest part of it all? Knowing you enough to realize that you will never feel an ounce of hatred towards me.Trust me,the guilt I felt was far beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,came the days where my ego was permanently bruised. I rambled on and on about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt;. Who would give me butterflies whenever I see him,who would listen to the idiotic theories I came up with,who would call me in the middle of the day to tell me he misses me,who would make me laugh by doing absolutely nothing,who would make me stop mid sentence and smile whenever I talk about him,who would annoy me so much in the morning but the mere mention of his name would make me feel as if I just couldn't go to sleep without knowing whether everything was fine,who would genuinely love me even when I'm at the brink of a meltdown,knowing that he would jump off a building or hijack a plane or stage a bank heist for me. You know what the funny thing is? You were right in front of me all this while and sue me if you would but I really,truly need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5822580170883496784?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5822580170883496784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=5822580170883496784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5822580170883496784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/5822580170883496784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-may-have-forgotten-to-give-you-memo.html' title='I May Have Forgotten To Give You A Memo But I Think I&apos;ve Fallen,Hard'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSsdbVplpI/AAAAAAAAA1o/8_g8zPZlhYY/s72-c/93275_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7530005337156572713</id><published>2009-07-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:31:00.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSMkYsU7I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ni0rfUh0nNQ/s1600-h/Michael-Oats+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSMkYsU7I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ni0rfUh0nNQ/s320/Michael-Oats+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570201101063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSMVPaTyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/JaHDh5Bfi5o/s1600-h/Michael-Oats+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSMVPaTyI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/JaHDh5Bfi5o/s320/Michael-Oats+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570197035601698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSLwmViqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A9jAj37HBkM/s1600-h/Michael-Oats+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSLwmViqI/AAAAAAAAA1I/A9jAj37HBkM/s320/Michael-Oats+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570187199646370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSLeGxjqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/tjQz4fNi0jM/s1600-h/Michael-Oats+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSLeGxjqI/AAAAAAAAA1A/tjQz4fNi0jM/s320/Michael-Oats+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570182235426466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief,I've been on the lone bandwagon of girls who don't like wearing make-up often&lt;br /&gt;Sure,I step out of the house wearing the odd eyeliner but that's mainly it&lt;br /&gt;Not a big fan of slathering layers of foundation to cover up my pimples or whatever&lt;br /&gt;I mean,I can't live without St. Ives but heck,foundation literally makes it worse&lt;br /&gt;Let your pores breathe people!&lt;br /&gt;Don't even ask me about lipstick. Had a bad experience with it three years ago and I've never touched one ever since. It feels weird on my lips,there's never been one that doesn't feel gooey or rough.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I religiously carry my Nivea lip balm wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I'm suddenly blogging about things in general,life is extremely mundane.&lt;br /&gt;And Tunku Nurul Farhan,if you're reading this and I'm sure you are,thanks for the Remy supper&lt;br /&gt;Ilya,Ann,Raidah and I were at Ilya's place,waiting for tuition to start&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have our dinner yet so we asked Raidah to call teacher,and tell him a little white lie&lt;br /&gt;Raidah told him that Ilya wasn't at home yet but then Koo said it was okay,he'll wait outside until she came home&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up,the four of us were scrambling around the house,thinking of solutions and laughing througout the whole time&lt;br /&gt;We even checked if it was okay to shove Ilya out the back door and ask her to come around the front but then,Koo came in o.O&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in the bathroom and laughed so hard,I had to pee HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HOMG,funny shite weiiiii :')&lt;br /&gt;As usual,I will always be the last to finish laughing. When everyone was settled down,I broke into fits of giggles once more AND AND AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're feeling bummed or out of it today,suffering from a severe case of the Monday blues&lt;br /&gt;Then by all means,read Funny Bones in Action and watch the videos under Pyjama Party in the Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;The things we go through every single day with each other is by far amusing&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what we'll come up with if we decide to live under the same roof&lt;br /&gt;Haih,boleh mati gelak tau tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://afqhrzk.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7530005337156572713?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7530005337156572713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7530005337156572713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7530005337156572713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7530005337156572713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/contrary-to-popular-beliefive-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmSSMkYsU7I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ni0rfUh0nNQ/s72-c/Michael-Oats+%287%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-2501439606655626695</id><published>2009-07-19T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:51:22.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitteratti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_4OEs74I/AAAAAAAAA04/xsyeeX5T3ME/s1600-h/magnusid3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_4OEs74I/AAAAAAAAA04/xsyeeX5T3ME/s400/magnusid3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360198216584064898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The jacket !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_3hRp6lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/0su0UcjWres/s1600-h/xnciso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_3hRp6lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/0su0UcjWres/s400/xnciso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360198204558797394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The skirt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_3YMuolI/AAAAAAAAA0g/8ykYRiTvLwA/s1600-h/308cmyr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_3YMuolI/AAAAAAAAA0g/8ykYRiTvLwA/s400/308cmyr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360198202122216018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the vest !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've rambled on about most things in my life at this stage&lt;br /&gt;Well,until I realized that I've never talked about clothes,in general!&lt;br /&gt;Shocking revelation at bay ! I mean,I absolutely adore fashion and sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of wanting to try something daring and uncommon&lt;br /&gt;But the withering glances the people [who don't know how to appreciate God's freakin' wonderful gift] that come along with it adds to the excitement most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Thereforeeee,Imma show you things I've been dying to get my hands on&lt;br /&gt;And soon will (pleasepleaseplease let money miraculously grow on trees) once I manage to sweet-talk Mum&lt;br /&gt;There's a fifty-fifty chance of me using the Raya excuse hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-2501439606655626695?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/2501439606655626695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=2501439606655626695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2501439606655626695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/2501439606655626695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-used-to-be-commander-in-chief-on-his.html' title='Glitteratti'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmM_4OEs74I/AAAAAAAAA04/xsyeeX5T3ME/s72-c/magnusid3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3859742753465065411</id><published>2009-07-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:49:50.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Specials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmH4auOVTZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/s24DrGfBbY8/s1600-h/idJScJLAEmq58daxieYFtXSuo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmH4auOVTZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/s24DrGfBbY8/s400/idJScJLAEmq58daxieYFtXSuo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359838169516035474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis 1230am and I just got back from the barbecue&lt;br /&gt;Teringat masa dulu tu,exactly the same crowd with the exception of a few people&lt;br /&gt;Odeng datang by popular demand,tak sempat pun nak serenade kau HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Flicked through extremely outdated photo albums! Yan comel gila sial,Ana macam jantan gila&lt;br /&gt;Grilled chicken and marshmallows,buat one shot (k,bukan I ah,takleh habis ah sekaligus),played the guitar and main mercun! Every year kalau pegi rumah Atin,tak sah kalau tak main mercun yang diseludup tu I may have contributed in breaking the hammock,sorry Auntie! And Farhan F.,jaga lah kakak kau tu. Freakin' close to burning the house down. We were playing with the bunga api and somehow,Jaa's stick manage to get the plants on fire Lawak gila,orang kat belakang Jaa semua panic,Atiqah and Maria siap tarik hose lagi Although,Afiqah and I stood there as well. Both with the same thoughts in our head,imagination running wild hahahaha And Jaa just stood there,stared,turned around and calmly asked us &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Mm,surat khabar ada tak? Surat khabar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a you-had-to-be-there moment,the look on Jaa's face was priceless,stone gila&lt;br /&gt;Ntah apa lah nak buat dengan surat khabar,nnti terbakar jugak ahahahahahahaha :')&lt;br /&gt;Odeng life-save,guna selipar,AWWWW -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Waa,Ann,Syakir,Odeng,Bob and I were the last to leave and we had to force Syak to play I'm Yours,tapi sekejap-sekejap stop main.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like tearing my hair out -_-' On the other hand,I never realized how badly I miss playing the guitar as of late !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3859742753465065411?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3859742753465065411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3859742753465065411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3859742753465065411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3859742753465065411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-specials.html' title='Weekend Specials'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmH4auOVTZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/s24DrGfBbY8/s72-c/idJScJLAEmq58daxieYFtXSuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3801566516297131463</id><published>2009-07-17T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:05:51.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Unconventional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmCoMKlmoAI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ym5QX0QxWtk/s1600-h/Jalouse_Mars09_Mary-Pop-In10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmCoMKlmoAI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ym5QX0QxWtk/s400/Jalouse_Mars09_Mary-Pop-In10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359468483524861954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Atilia - Selalu Denganmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pete Murray - So Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Pink - Please Don't Leave Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegi download hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Okay,playlist tak seberapa but heck,as long as the music's good right?&lt;br /&gt;God,what a random and pointless post&lt;br /&gt;I like itttttt *tangan* Nash !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3801566516297131463?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3801566516297131463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3801566516297131463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3801566516297131463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3801566516297131463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-unconventional.html' title='You&apos;re Unconventional'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmCoMKlmoAI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ym5QX0QxWtk/s72-c/Jalouse_Mars09_Mary-Pop-In10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8097155747988521006</id><published>2009-07-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:21:49.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmCWvNlU2BI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yUypZYlUEg0/s1600-h/peaches.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmCWvNlU2BI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yUypZYlUEg0/s400/peaches.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359449294415124498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,who could ever get tired of Peaches Geldof and her worn-out bomber jacket?&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in absolute awe&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a flying pig's ass if some people thought it was a flop&lt;br /&gt;I genuinely teared up when Dumbledore died&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,terbongkar rahsia. Siapa yang tak tengok lagi tu aa.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong,there were some disappointing scenes&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time,reading the book beforehand messes your whole psych but nonetheless,I'm giving it two thumbs up *applause*&lt;br /&gt;When I went in the cinema,it was pitch black. I swear to God,I couldn't see the steps at all.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed onto Waa's hand but she accidentally let go because she slipped&lt;br /&gt;Then I just stood there,contemplating on what I should've done&lt;br /&gt;Last-last,I decided to run down but then,I missed a step and I fell flat on my butt&lt;br /&gt;Terduduk atas lantai tu lagi k HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :')&lt;br /&gt;Haih,nasib baik lah saya ni jenis yang gelak kat diri sendiri&lt;br /&gt;So,for any of you who caught Harry Potter's 2pm show,&lt;br /&gt;I,Aishah Zein,was the one who fell down the steps ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today because I was on the phone until five in the morning,literally&lt;br /&gt;The person on the other line is reallayh gay,bilik pun gay (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Atin's having a bbq at her place tomorrow,lama tak jumpa!&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today,finally decided what I'm going to be for the costume party next (next?) Friday&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's high time I break the piggybank&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8097155747988521006?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8097155747988521006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8097155747988521006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8097155747988521006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8097155747988521006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/wall-flower.html' title='Wall Flower'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SmCWvNlU2BI/AAAAAAAAA0A/yUypZYlUEg0/s72-c/peaches.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8464534921967581152</id><published>2009-07-16T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:07:33.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9dPi0NAHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dW1b4nuwZAU/s1600-h/10rlk03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9dPi0NAHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dW1b4nuwZAU/s320/10rlk03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359104603219361906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only man who pulled off black shoes with white socks and one-hand gloves&lt;br /&gt;The only man who made girls swoon when he grabbed his crotch HAHA&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P MJ,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8464534921967581152?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8464534921967581152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8464534921967581152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8464534921967581152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8464534921967581152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-man-who-pulled-off-black-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9dPi0NAHI/AAAAAAAAAzo/dW1b4nuwZAU/s72-c/10rlk03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-64534814696077420</id><published>2009-07-16T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:55:39.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Come Blesses Only Come In Disguise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C6BGHqgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/I9z6UzgZ3EA/s1600-h/CINDERELLA_W-300x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C6BGHqgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/I9z6UzgZ3EA/s320/CINDERELLA_W-300x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075646088129026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C5xxxBDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Ffuz0C9_nY0/s1600-h/MODEL_W-300x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C5xxxBDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Ffuz0C9_nY0/s320/MODEL_W-300x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075641976226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C5wDEz2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6nMjHnolycI/s1600-h/N%C2%B05_W-300x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C5wDEz2I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/6nMjHnolycI/s320/N%C2%B05_W-300x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359075641511956322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ilya : Dia cakap depan muka you ke?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Tak,kalau ye,I dah cium dia dah HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Waa: Elelele,Sha nak tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Nooo,taknak pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ilya : Cmon! Taknak langsung?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ann : Merepek ah kalau taknak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Fine,sikit je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ilya : Sikit je!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Okay fine,everytime I see him,I want to grab him and smother him with kisses. Is that what you wanted me to say ? -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ann : You didn't have to answer pun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIY mood lately,bought some knick-knacks and Imma try to make statement necklaces&lt;br /&gt;Just in case the academic thing doesn't work out hahaha which reminds me,the Matematics Competition is creeping up on us&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to SPM Trials,holy motherfkcrrrr. If I don't push myself now,I'll be screwed like a Thanksgiving turkey.&lt;br /&gt;I had this sudden craving for Kentucky Fried Chicken so every few minutes I'd be whining and complaining because I only had two bucks left with me&lt;br /&gt;When I cleaned out my purse,I found fifty bucks in one of the pockets and I literally jumped around in Mobil,boleh makan KFC for dinner so I paid for dinner with the grrrls today&lt;br /&gt;Lesson # 2 : Never ask a hungry girl to buy food,ever.&lt;br /&gt;During tuition,I had three pieces of chicken and finished Ilya's leftover sikit. Banyak gila babi.&lt;br /&gt;But this is pretty normal for me,that's why I get so frustrated when I don't pack on the pounds&lt;br /&gt;Nana's going to Cali next week and Mum's given the greenlight for me to order things&lt;br /&gt;New wardrobe baybay (A)&lt;br /&gt;Have to call it a raincheck with my Chemistry book as I've got a date with Harry Potter and the grrrrrls tomorrow evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-64534814696077420?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/64534814696077420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=64534814696077420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/64534814696077420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/64534814696077420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-come-blesses-only-come-in-disguise.html' title='How Come Blesses Only Come In Disguise?'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl9C6BGHqgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/I9z6UzgZ3EA/s72-c/CINDERELLA_W-300x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-7273398856544799650</id><published>2009-07-15T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:30:34.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Way For Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-uQ55-TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Kh6pe4ogreE/s1600-h/gianfrancoferre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-uQ55-TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Kh6pe4ogreE/s320/gianfrancoferre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719202406037810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-uOlhemI/AAAAAAAAAyw/3RKjmS9AZaA/s1600-h/lv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-uOlhemI/AAAAAAAAAyw/3RKjmS9AZaA/s320/lv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719201783675490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-tgSoCKI/AAAAAAAAAyo/8iOV40ZoN9E/s1600-h/cdrodarte2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-tgSoCKI/AAAAAAAAAyo/8iOV40ZoN9E/s320/cdrodarte2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719189356382370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer shoes,literally!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever get tired of reading about how I spend my days?&lt;br /&gt;I mean,this goes out to people who religiously read my blog of course.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mind though,because I absolutely love talking about my day and what I did or who I saw or the things I said,so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been wondering why the school hasn't been closed down yet,eventhough they claim there's been one case of H1N1. Besides,I hate the fact that everytime I walk out of a class/lab,I'm greeted by a surge of nausea thanks to the thick haze.&lt;br /&gt;She's a hundred and ten percent all for me staying at home,granted I have a study date in the mornings. I,on the other hand,always wake up at 1230pm hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do drag my arse to school,my attention span during classes last a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Which I will then doodle on the table,turn around and make faces,or sing. Azzim on the other hand,will pass around snacks in class,God bless him.Usually,I can't talk with Waa because she'll be busy finishing some other work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I skipped school and stayed at home,sleeping soundlessly till lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Raa today,rindu sangat sangat,I feel like jumping on the next bus to Kelantan.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library and bought snacks before heading off to Sulei to meet Acap.&lt;br /&gt;Confidently,I suggested we follow a shortcut through the houses but when we reached the end of the road,a huge drain was there. Thus,the lesson learnt today is one must not follow sha's directions.Reached Sulei and met Acap,omgggg,I'm so tempted to tell you guys what he showed us tapi nanti bocor rahsia hahaha. Bob and Kamar Razy were there too and they messed around with Bob's motorbike. I get dibs on the next ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,I think I'll stay at home,maybe wake up earlier to study,if I ever hear the alarm ring.&lt;br /&gt;God willing,as I sleep through an earthquake macam jiran saya itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-7273398856544799650?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/7273398856544799650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=7273398856544799650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7273398856544799650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/7273398856544799650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-way-for-trouble.html' title='Make Way For Trouble'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sl3-uQ55-TI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Kh6pe4ogreE/s72-c/gianfrancoferre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-3965549394749305236</id><published>2009-07-14T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:18:17.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smitten Times an Infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlycnnnryTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TZnPBGh0Ldc/s1600-h/21bt2xc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlycnnnryTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TZnPBGh0Ldc/s400/21bt2xc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358329861128309042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlycnmmQunI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Y1b05573qIw/s1600-h/2v3s9xi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlycnmmQunI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Y1b05573qIw/s400/2v3s9xi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358329860853906034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Flicked through my Physics once more ,did a few questions and I think I'm getting the hang of it&lt;br /&gt;Spent a mucho long time going through countless of blogs and I'm hooked&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering and I'm sure you probably are,just a teensy bit,my blog's uber simple this time around,needed something fresh&lt;br /&gt;On another note,Harry Potter's coming in less than a day and I'm stoked as ever&lt;br /&gt;High expectations as always,besides,nothing can beat Harry Potter! Not even Twilight, eventhough the eye candy is a hundred and ten times drool worthy&lt;br /&gt;And eventhough I manage to fall in love with Daniel Radcliffe after every movie,I'm in it for the plot.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown fact #1 : Not many people are aware that I am the epitome of a bookworm. There's a mini library in my house,rows and rows and rows of books.I literally read the same book over and over and over again without getting bored and I've read the Harry Potter saga,twice HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Why am I repeating myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-3965549394749305236?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/3965549394749305236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=3965549394749305236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3965549394749305236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/3965549394749305236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Smitten Times an Infinity'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlycnnnryTI/AAAAAAAAAyg/TZnPBGh0Ldc/s72-c/21bt2xc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4389844582335133618</id><published>2009-07-14T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:34:22.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Anybody Know The Way To Atlantis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlyZTXzUqfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tneb98X_uNs/s1600-h/1iUWSgu0opps3nzuc5pzw0aRo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlyZTXzUqfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tneb98X_uNs/s400/1iUWSgu0opps3nzuc5pzw0aRo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358326214749891058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myth Buster #1 : An Alpharian hardly ever stays true to their name. Semua sama gangsta je.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly,my day was satisfying eventhough I did not skip school.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst Ana and Afiqah were settling field trip matters,Ruiz took out his camcorder (which he got for free when he went to Russia,if it wasn't for the fact that you had to give back the iPhone,we'd be mortal enemies haha)&lt;br /&gt;So,Alpharians took photos and moments were caught on tape. Such as Nurul interviewing Man as a manwhore,us playing the eraser race and when Danial hit my chest with his elbow,motherfckrrrr sakit gila sial -_-'. Kesian Acap jadi cameraman,nak jugak his fifteen seconds of fame hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love field trips,especially ones where the whole gang tag along,orang asing tidak dibenarkan.&lt;br /&gt;The main objective was pretty obvious,tengok muka muka kita ni yang pegi pun boleh tau kenapa HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;This time around,it was not so much as different,karangkraf's HQ is the shiznit (I love you too,Ana and Ayah Ding hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Hm,am thinking of investing in the program of magically disappearing pimples etc. Baik punya !&lt;br /&gt;Ann and I walked home,came back just before it started to rain cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Curve with Abe and Waa around five or so,teman Abe makan then we met Syakir in Sulei and then Eijas and Haziq at Chua. Lepak for a few minutes and I went home,where I'm now babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;No way in hell am I gonna cook,nak rumah terbakar boleh lah. So I settled on Nando's Delivery.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating whether I should quarantine myself tomorrow onwards hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Eijas is probably on his way to the airport,damn youuuuu hamster ! Beli lah benda I suruh tu *wiggles eyebrow hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4389844582335133618?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4389844582335133618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4389844582335133618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4389844582335133618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4389844582335133618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-anybody-know-way-to-atlantis.html' title='Does Anybody Know The Way To Atlantis?'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlyZTXzUqfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tneb98X_uNs/s72-c/1iUWSgu0opps3nzuc5pzw0aRo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4258453945954840990</id><published>2009-07-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:51:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sltbd4rCzhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Kb0Lk-Q8EH0/s1600-h/6289_1082549828772_1377139877_30211438_6065450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sltbd4rCzhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Kb0Lk-Q8EH0/s320/6289_1082549828772_1377139877_30211438_6065450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357976750674595346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I waved to her across the hallway,she came up to me and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Pindah Kelantan&lt;/span&gt; and ran down to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and continued walking towards the other stairs,confident that she was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;When I made my way to the canteen,I asked everyone whether it was true and everybody nodded uncertainly&lt;br /&gt;So then,Waa and I made an effort to ask Mr Sritharan and he even said the Sijil Berhenti Sekolah was with him.&lt;br /&gt;The look on our face was clear,shocked as ever,flabbergasted even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes,I still wonder why she told us all on such a short notice&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't even plan a proper farewell party,much to my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,there's a voice inside my head that refused to accept the fact that Raa would leave for Kelantan in a matter of two days&lt;br /&gt;The voice is still there,eventhough it's only been two days,I'm missing Raa a lot&lt;br /&gt;More than I ever thought I would. So,I'm guessing what they say is true,you'll never learn to appreciate a friend once they've slipped from your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did this morning on the way to school was to take a look at your house,it's weird to see the gate closed.&lt;br /&gt;Recess wasn't the same either,the canteen cleared out pretty fast,especially our table,you weren't there to eat the claypot on your own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;Was in the car with Abe,gave us a ride home and he stopped beside your house,and trust me,I wanted to cry. Fidgeted with my hair to keep my mind off the fact that Ann almost called you to invite you out.&lt;br /&gt;Bila baca balik,macam awak dah pergi untuk selama-lamanya HAHA but that's how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;You were always there when I called,jumpa dekat bulatan ke apa,eventhough you took a lifetime to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been able to call you,I promise I will do so tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Jaga diri baik baik kat sana,Raa and please,aku tak nak tengok kau balik sini macam yknowwhat HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Rindu tak terhingga :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4258453945954840990?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4258453945954840990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4258453945954840990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4258453945954840990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/4258453945954840990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-waved-to-her-across-hallwayshe.html' title=''/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/Sltbd4rCzhI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Kb0Lk-Q8EH0/s72-c/6289_1082549828772_1377139877_30211438_6065450_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-9222413254839104434</id><published>2009-07-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:15:36.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu4StpuWnPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu4StpuWnPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yuna singing Dan Sebenarnya,taken from Afifie's Youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Night Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a scale of 1 to 10,SMKTTDI's Golden Night this year was a thousand times better than the last&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough the lineups last year was better ( we're talking about OAG and Meet Uncle Hussein here)&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I was taking off and putting on the same outfit dozens of times before Ilya and I left the house&lt;br /&gt;I settled on something simple,a black lace top with tights and thanks to Ilya,my hair was all va-va-voom that night&lt;br /&gt;Hell,Farid said I should think of curling my hair that way permanently and I agree,smexy hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Plus,I especially liked the fact that most of the guys were decked in suits,easy on the eyes okay hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' stoked that our tables were right next to Sigma's,which made the night even more enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;After dinner,we sat in a circle and I'm guessing we were the rowdiest group that night&lt;br /&gt;The only downside to that was the fact that we were given dirty stares the entire night by certain people but neither of us gave a shit&lt;br /&gt;Ding-dong! We came to have fun,not to sit around acting like sourpusses&lt;br /&gt;After the speeches,I only paid attention to a few performances&lt;br /&gt;Omg,sumpah suka Khalyf and Luen's act ! We're booking you guys for prom night,no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;When Yuna came onstage, Raa and I got on our feet and stood the whole time,singing off-key to her songs hehehe suka sangat :')&lt;br /&gt;I swear,her voice is as soulful live as it is on my iPod ! Took pictures with her outside,really friendly as well,and her assistant?boyfriend? was goodlooking toooooo HAHAHA sempat lagi&lt;br /&gt;Qis,Mel,Hanie and I executed a Mean Girls scene in the toilet before that,hilarious shit&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the TTDI Stars performances,pitied Majid because he was having a fever,but he sang anyways *applausing*&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask either of us,the highlight of the night would probably have to be Nash Rock Kapak's performance!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't due to the fact that we were fans of him,unlike Odeng,we didn't even know he existed!&lt;br /&gt;We had a helluva good time literally screaming our lungs out and cheering him on,Odeng bukan main ah hafal lagu,nak bawak you pergi concert ah lain kali&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah bila kita tepuk untuk Odeng,orang lain perasan kita tepuk untuk Nash ahahaha funnayh&lt;br /&gt;And everytime he came offstage,we screamed at him to come to our table just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;Quote Ana, Come Sit On Mama HAHAHAHAHA eeeeeyer,naik bulu roma aku&lt;br /&gt;We gave him standing ovations everytime he finished a song,and neither of us stopped to take a breather,jerit nonstop&lt;br /&gt;Ann and I played air-guitar to every song and with my messy hair and head-banging,Waa said I looked like Amy Search&lt;br /&gt;Sampai hati kau, Waa :'(&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I was a tad bit embarassed when I was the only one who stood up and screamed HAHAHA -_-'&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion,I didn't need the crowd or the other performances. If you put us and Nash in one room,sumpah best hahahahaha :')&lt;br /&gt;Mingled around and all that jazz throughout the whole night,I'll definitely miss things like these when all of us go to college next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Morning After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slept over at Ilya's place,tossing and turning on the floor for reasons I shall not mention heheh&lt;br /&gt;Physics with Koo was canceled and we woke up to a message that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Jumpah kat Mosin,siapa yang tak pakai baju tidur kena belanja makan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,Ilya and I literally jumped out of bed,brushed our teeths and got into the car hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Picked up Waa and had breakfast with Raa,Ana,Ann,Afiqah,Jaa and Lana as well&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're wondering,everyone did turn up in their pajamas. Waa dengan Lana sorang je mandi,Ann dengan Raa pakai kain batik lagi,I swear on my worn out flats&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole morning talking about the night before,I can't believe we won't be able to have breakfast together again since Raa left for Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;Still not getting over the fact that she won't be around to grab my boobs or to hang around ttdi with :'((&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast,Lana,Afiqah,Waa,Jaa and I got a ride with Ilya while the others walked home&lt;br /&gt;Thought of playing cards in Athinahapan but it was too hot,bumped into the others on the way and all eight of us sqeeuzed into the Neo,macam clown car&lt;br /&gt;Raa took out the guitar and we made three videos,sumpah lawak gila but in my opinion,we looked so very much infatuated with each other HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah macam keluarga bahagia :'))&lt;br /&gt;Said our goodbyes to Raa and gave her a big hug and a kiss. My God,Raa ! Rindu sial :'(&lt;br /&gt;Around 1230pm,Afiqah,Lana,Qis and I went back to Ilya's place and upon our arrival,we got a message from Nathan&lt;br /&gt;"Class cancel,saya tak sihat"&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi ! Afiqah and I shouted and danced all the way up to Ilya's room. God answered our prayers :') hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Thus,we decided to not take a bath until around 4pm or so (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Ilya's mum had this sudden craving for pisang goreng and keropok lekor,so Afiqah and I tagged along while Ilya stayed at home to check on the lasagna we co-made&lt;br /&gt;Omg,sedap gila ! Ilya,you will be catering my wedding,no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;To sum my weekend up,it was bittersweet but hands down,the best I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't need booze,kan Afqh?! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-9222413254839104434?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/9222413254839104434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=9222413254839104434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/9222413254839104434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/9222413254839104434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/24.html' title='Golden Days'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-4582712733138296086</id><published>2009-07-09T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:09:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Disrupting My Drift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357482669414120130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlmaGeL76TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/u69ied11nuk/s1600-h/6573_112854793199_664148199_2958097_798784_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlmaGeL76TI/AAAAAAAAAxY/u69ied11nuk/s320/6573_112854793199_664148199_2958097_798784_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357482667706935602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lo and behold,I played [amateur] futsal today with le hombres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally felt bummed when it rained but we started playing when it drizzled&lt;br /&gt;I'm not denying the fact that I must've looked pretty awkward for the first few minutes&lt;br /&gt;But after a few measly kicks,I gave up,main tendang je sini sana and tolak tolak orang&lt;br /&gt;Hell,for a first-timer,I did pretty okay,if I must say so myself HAHA&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of the screaming and carrying the ball to the the goal and well,you get my drift&lt;br /&gt;Got a ride home with Abe and the rest and all my muscles are aching real bad,major workout running from one goal to the other&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuut....let's do it again (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-4582712733138296086?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/4582712733138296086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=4582712733138296086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-1645451223785650170</id><published>2009-07-08T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:41:45.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'Adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncertain,unpredictable,gloomy&lt;br /&gt;What starts off as the soft pitter-pattering of raindrops against the window,eventually morphs into fits of rage as lighting strikes&lt;br /&gt;Funny how a downpour can be so easily associated with a human being&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed,switched off my iPod,wrapped the duvet tightly around me and listened to the rain last night for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;Wonder of wonders,it literally seemed to throw my cares away and calmed me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment,I kept thinking and contemplating,my mind occupied with life's fair share of what ifs and whys&lt;br /&gt;And somehow,it's the simple chores I carried out or the pieces of paper I kept or the clothes I wore or the scent of the perfume on my wrist or the conversations I had or the alley I passed by in the evenings that remind me of you the most&lt;br /&gt;Trust me,I'm far beyond fine these days and I have no pent up feelings whatsoever,I swear&lt;br /&gt;It may seem hard for some people to face that fact haha and I may seem to come off as a bit,well,reminiscent,but as time whizzed by,so did my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Well,enough to make me feel rejuvenated in some ways haha&lt;br /&gt;Truth is,you're the most difficult thought I have ever had to put at the back of my mind,God knows why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-1645451223785650170?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/1645451223785650170/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-5956829508464022762</id><published>2009-07-06T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:52:40.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Roll,I'll Do The Rockin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlHSLEb2rrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/FLQgfJTkbPc/s1600-h/7UhDdGJJ6iuuznes0gILSfReo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlHSLEb2rrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/FLQgfJTkbPc/s400/7UhDdGJJ6iuuznes0gILSfReo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355292519531196082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlHSTau1aGI/AAAAAAAAAww/hevCY53tLnE/s1600-h/EciUp5ky0p0j19xgmvz9ZQE7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlHSTau1aGI/AAAAAAAAAww/hevCY53tLnE/s400/EciUp5ky0p0j19xgmvz9ZQE7o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355292662955337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fond of the idea of being the solo female in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-5956829508464022762?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/5956829508464022762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQW5hXlUI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wdaByfRFwTY/s1600-h/cIw759LU7oqmz6wesWGbm2jvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQW5hXlUI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wdaByfRFwTY/s400/cIw759LU7oqmz6wesWGbm2jvo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009048759997762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQW1QRqdI/AAAAAAAAAwA/txDO37CYv6M/s1600-h/cIw759LU7orzsxdbQ8MIYNUro1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQW1QRqdI/AAAAAAAAAwA/txDO37CYv6M/s400/cIw759LU7orzsxdbQ8MIYNUro1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009047614564818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Well,it would have been slightly reassuring if I had watched the video of the three of us first&lt;br /&gt;Or mainly me,because the camera instantly zoomed in so throughout the whole video,you could see my,ehem,panties&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik pakai a very subtle colour hahahahaha :')&lt;br /&gt;Put 'em together with the gawky dance moves I made in the backseat and it's worthy of  brightening up everyone's day&lt;br /&gt;God knows who else Ilya's shown that video to,God bless the (not so pleasant) traits I inherited from my father&lt;br /&gt;Tak tau malu maka tak kisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-700000473466370686?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/700000473466370686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQXOeKQXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/ldvR4YGbhZI/s72-c/Mxa0PfiFBnq7nfkjKIpe1hrmo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8163533358626788871</id><published>2009-07-05T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:39:33.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boldy Gone Where No [Wo] Man Has Gone Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQAl2CvKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/rkSB8NLy9fo/s1600-h/rsf9ajnXqo5u5mj4UlG5RY4Uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQAl2CvKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/rkSB8NLy9fo/s400/rsf9ajnXqo5u5mj4UlG5RY4Uo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008665520880802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilya and I rode the KTM today,babi slow sial. Like a turtle on a rampage.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Andy and a few friends at KL Central and decided to follow them HAHA but then we lost them,so terpaksa lah make our own effort&lt;br /&gt;Left Cheer 09 early because we were bored out of our minds so we stopped at Masjid Jamek&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong,it would have been way better if you actually have a valid reason to be there&lt;br /&gt;Like say,rooting for a certain team or actually being in a team,ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand we ate right smack in the middle of Kuala Lumpur,like,the real side of Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;We were sorta scared shitless tapi makan jugak dekat BK,lapar gila hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mind you,I only do all these adventures shit with Ilya&lt;br /&gt;But I swear I'm dragging the other grrrrrrls along after this&lt;br /&gt;And now,since she officially has her license... (SHOTGUN SHOTGUN SHOTGUN)&lt;br /&gt;Biology tuition today was okaaaaay,katai Nurul gila babi and we semi-finished Chapter 5,gila confusing sial tapi senang (Y)&lt;br /&gt;I've got this growth inside my eyes and it stings like a bee,the pain is even more unbearable when I blink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8163533358626788871?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8163533358626788871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8163533358626788871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8163533358626788871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8163533358626788871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/ilya-and-i-rode-ktm-todaybabi-slow-sial.html' title='Boldy Gone Where No [Wo] Man Has Gone Before'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/SlDQAl2CvKI/AAAAAAAAAvw/rkSB8NLy9fo/s72-c/rsf9ajnXqo5u5mj4UlG5RY4Uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-613649254316528874.post-8214944118421364040</id><published>2009-07-04T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:35:53.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>I don't want to fall madly in love with someone by stalking their Myspace profile&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall madly in love with someone over a few comments&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall madly in love with someone who meets me for the first time behind the computer screen and is at a loss for words because he didn't have the normal privilege of being given ten minutes to think of a reply&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love with they way a guy looks,I don't want to fall in love with the amount of moughlah a guy has,I don't want to fall in love with the way a guy drowns a girl with his measly pick up lines&lt;br /&gt;I mean,really! If somebody asks you how you and your boyfriend/girlfriend met right,takkan nak cakap "Oh He Had Me At "Hey,Thanks For The Add" kan? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bump into a complete ( and adorable ) stranger on the street&lt;br /&gt;I want an innocent crush that is triggered by a few hellos and an exchanging of digits&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that's genuine and unconventional at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that erupts like an earthquake and subsides,a love that's a temporary madness&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that sends chills up and down my spine even when you look like an awful mess&lt;br /&gt;I want a love that has nothing to do with this form of communication&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on,and on but the yawning is overpowering&lt;br /&gt;Will continue next week&lt;br /&gt;Just to make everyone sure,I wasn't emoshit and bawling my eyes out while typing this post *cough&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waa&lt;/span&gt;cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/613649254316528874-8214944118421364040?l=shazeinidris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/feeds/8214944118421364040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=613649254316528874&amp;postID=8214944118421364040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8214944118421364040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/613649254316528874/posts/default/8214944118421364040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shazeinidris.blogspot.com/2009/07/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation'/><author><name>SHA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13326045280548278874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8_Ja54z4KM/S_lwP5WJDLI/AAAAAAAABMI/ECaQWpMBo-s/S220/28684_387385445997_699000997_4054872_6896178_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
