<?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-5579324212200041125</id><updated>2011-08-15T10:19:48.060-07:00</updated><category term='durian'/><category term='Chiu Mun'/><category term='cheerleading'/><category term='2009'/><category term='dad'/><category term='dance teacher'/><category term='Fildza'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Tap'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='photographs'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='materialism'/><category term='organisation'/><category term='my blog&apos;s easy as ABC'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='Sufiah Noor'/><category 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href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6860322203661416639</id><published>2011-08-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:19:48.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanita UMNO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UMNO (United Malays National Organisation)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Why so serious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I've been getting remarks from my colleagues who have said that my face is so serious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I'm actually not offended by this at all. Rather I'm quite amused. I have had a couple of friends who have said that I have a "serious" face so I'm not that surprised. But I am surprised that this remark came from I would say half of the colleagues (which btw, are 11 people in total) in my office so I guess there has to be some truth in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I'm currently working as an intern at Wanita UMNO &lt;i&gt;(UMNO Women)&lt;/i&gt;. I have been interning at UMNO for the past two months now from the 1st of July until the 31st of August. The reason why I decided to intern at UMNO was not merely because of political reasons contrary to popular belief but frankly I was just bored and wanted to do something that would occupy me for 2 months before I go back to the UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I was offered this opportunity to intern at UMNO by my comrades in the London and Warwick UMNO clubs. It was either this or attach myself at some law firm in Kuala Lumpur but I thought to myself what the hey this opportunity won't come around very often so I took the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Incidentally I'm loving what I do now in the office. Sure I get the occasional look from my friends who are not inclined towards the Government and even the "What are you insane??" response from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;But hey, although yes I am definitely not without a bit of criticism or two but this politically-aligned line of work really opens your mind to a lot of things. I've listened to opinions that I've never really thought about from experienced UMNO veterans, I read 5-6 newspapers a day and I have come to actually listen and become aware of dissenting opinions, namely the Opposition. It just makes you grow as a person really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Back to the subject of my serious face. Yes well apparently my colleagues in Wanita think I have a serious face. My colleagues are lovely, lively, and happy-go-lucky women. A wonderful group of women representing the Wanita spirit at the UMNO office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I told them that it's because I think too much. They told me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"La, &lt;/i&gt;you&lt;i&gt; muda lagi nak buat apa risau! Baru je 21!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(La, you're still young so why worry? You're only 21!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I laughed at their statement because it's so true! I laughed together with them and appreciated their sheer honesty in that statement. I mean, as much as I appreciate being deep in thought as my next intellectual friend, sometimes you gotta step back and think to yourself, God I'm still so young! I should just learn to let go and let it all hang out. I now truly understand what the people in the old days used to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Youth is wasted on the young."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I may have lied a bit in saying that I didn't join this UMNO internship merely for political reasons. Heck, when I'm in the Wanita office that's pretty much what I think about most of the time. But with colleagues like these in the office, how can you not be happy-go lucky? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s, there are men who work at Wanita UMNO too. They didn't say my face was serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6860322203661416639?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6860322203661416639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6860322203661416639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6860322203661416639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6860322203661416639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so serious?'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6416474316085624644</id><published>2010-07-20T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:02:06.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>Spell-It-NOT-Right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't recall my blog post(s) having so many spelling mistakes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-.-"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6416474316085624644?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6416474316085624644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6416474316085624644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6416474316085624644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6416474316085624644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2010/07/spell-it-not-right.html' title='Spell-It-NOT-Right!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-496370133089218778</id><published>2010-07-20T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:23:33.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help UC'/><title type='text'>Just a little note on Help.</title><content type='html'>It's almost been a good 7 months since I have been studying in Help UC.So many things have happened,so many new friendships that I've formed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a strange feeling,considering the fact that I was extremely hesitant to go there in the first place.Hey,don't get me wrong,I love being in Help!It's been a fantastic 7 months,albeit with a few tough moments here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,if I was being perfectly honest,I wouldn't have gone to Help if not for my family members who stepped in and advised me that going to Help was a better option than rotting in KL for 9 bloody months before I start my first year in UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha,I can somewhat picture myself remaining inanimate for 9 months!I've seen Nadia do that for 3 months before she started AUSMAT at Sunway in March this year.Not a pretty sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case,my decision to continue my law degree has been one of the best decisions I have made so far.Sure,it's not easy and heck,hardly a walk in the park.But it's given me a challenge which I quite relish. (Although I really hate to admit it,I tend to get scared shitless when I face challenges).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest,it's not so much the subject matter that has been hard,but it can be a task to keep up in a class full of notoriously intelligent people.Bless my friends and their exceptional mental capabilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I have a *slight* competitive streak doesn't help either.I recall my friends in A Levels saying "Naj,you don't have to be so competitive!It won't do you any good!".I really know it's not very healthy for me,but I can't help it!Consider it an effect of conditioning from my secondary school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Competitive in this sense is not that I want to be better than my classmates (which can be quite the difficult task seeing that my classmates in my Help law degree programme are pretty darn smart with a capital S-ototally!)but,I don't know.I guess I've been surrounded by so many intelligent people in my life (not that I am saying I'm the female version of Homer Simpson or anything), that I yearn to keep up with them and well,fit in,basically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cheesy as peer pressure stories can sound,back in high school I was never part of the "Top 10 Smart-A**es" crowd so I ended up working really hard to try to be as good as them.Well obviously being the woman (that's right,WOMEN) that I am today,I know for a fact now that the sole reason that one should work hard is for the betterment of oneself,and not to impress other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank god for &lt;b&gt;maturity!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has always said to me: "Naj,talents and intelligence alone will not get you anywhere in life.You have to work hard to be where you want to be.I'm not the brightest light bulb around,but damn it,working hard has gotten me where I am today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And currently being a successful property developer and wonderful father of three,I'm pretty dang proud of my dad.I guess some of his work habits have rubbed off on me.I can't count the number of times my friends have told me that I'm like some kind of businesswomen,always busy doing work and whatnot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But sometimes I wish I could just take my own advice and swallow a chill pill.Cos it will do me some good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-496370133089218778?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/496370133089218778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=496370133089218778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/496370133089218778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/496370133089218778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-little-note-on-help.html' title='Just a little note on Help.'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-3988651548404409971</id><published>2010-01-26T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:18:40.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='degree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Eh,6 months isn't that long what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know,I have this really odd habit of going back to an old, favourite website of mine that I've not gone to in ages. Neopets is one, I'm currently obsessed with it. Hey,the games are fun kay!! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Flashback: I've not blogged in over 6 months*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, blogspot. I guess I never really steer away from what I like. In a way, it shows that I know who I am and I know what I like, even though it takes me some time to realise and remember. I guess it's also safe to say that I treat these websites like old friends; I may neglect them from time to time but I never forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here that Chiu Mun baby?? I never,ever forget you!! But give me a kick in the ass if I don't contact you for like, over a month or something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways people, just to update you to whosoever is interested in reading what I have to say, if there is any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mind you, I'm quite a sarcastic person. So if you're smart enough, you should be able to detect the hints of sarcasm in my writing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am going to Britain soon after all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on. As I was saying, about the whole never steering away from what I actually like kinda thing, it sort of similar to my whole uni situation right now. I think if you had read some of my previous posts, you can kinda get the fact that I was supposed to go to UK soon after my A Levels finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well,life doesn't work out sometimes,the way we want to. I know many people would agree with me on that. Just to clarify,I had the grades and the financial backup; my reason was more on a personal basis,but that's another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basically,what I can tell you now is that my confidence in wanting to pursue my Law degree waived a little, and I went through a stage where I was really questioning myself "What do I really want to do in life?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What can I do that's gonna make me happy?Or what really makes me happy?Gives me a 'kick'?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The last bit is courtesy of my dad,thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a bit odd. To have this rush of philosophical maturity flood over you...it's surreal. Part of growing up,I guess. Time for it finally, I suppose. (Not that I've never gone through a "maturity zone-out" process,which is about a million times. It's just that this time,it really hit me hard. I mean,it's my first degree, for god's sake).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My emotional check: "This is sooooo weird!!" :O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright,history aside,I'm happy to say that I am happy at where I am now.Currently studying at Help U/C and doing my UK Degree Transfer Programme, seems to me that everything's back on track and working out the way it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever it is,I cannot predict my future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But at least I can make my own adventure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-3988651548404409971?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/3988651548404409971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=3988651548404409971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/3988651548404409971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/3988651548404409971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh6-months-isnt-that-long-what.html' title='Eh,6 months isn&apos;t that long what!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8005826411461606376</id><published>2009-06-19T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:11:39.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Bermuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally,I rejoin the blogging world after a long hiatus :) Which mind you,was filled with exams,rehearsals,&lt;strong&gt;GRADUATION&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;From the 11th May 2009-11th June 2009,I was sitting for my final A Level examinations at Sun-U,and I was really busy studying which didn't leave me much time to blog. And then throughout 11th June-14th May 2009, back to rehearsals for my upcoming graduation. I was the choreographer for cha-cha and I've been getting rave reviews from my director and his assistants that it was awesome ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Graduation was divided into 2 parts: The Graduation Ceremony itself and the Ball. My cha-cha was a part of a seven-part Latin themed performance by my juniors and fellow seniors. There was Salsa,Samba and other Latin songs as well.For the Ball,I had to choreograph my own Latin solo (I was the opening act) in a span of 2 days because I didn't have enough time to do so. I was super worried it wouldn't turn out well,but in the end,I think I did a pretty decent job :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr DJ was supposed to DJ for my ball,and I was really looking forward for him spinning. However,the head lecturer of the prom committee decided one someone else who came later. I did feel that it was a tad unfair cos Mr Dj came to meet Mr Kingsley way ahead of time (like 2 months) to be booked as the DJ for the night. I'm not certain of what her reasoning to change DJs was,but my guess would be pricing. But *sigh* I do feel bad for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8005826411461606376?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8005826411461606376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8005826411461606376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8005826411461606376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8005826411461606376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4710448475233355627</id><published>2009-03-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:29:29.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='materialism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><title type='text'>Vanity Incidents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Listening to "Nobody", Ne-Yo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to my new Tiesto CD before this though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, dropped by Nina's blog just now.She had an episode of "soap-in-my-tresses-and-not-shampoo-like-I-thought-it-was" :O Yours truly also has had her fair share of these incidents. I use my mom's hairdresser's recommended shampoo to control my wavy locks, and believe me, it stings like a b****!! &gt;:# However, my best friend, Sam, didn't just get foam in her eyes, it was some serious amount of liquid shampoo @_@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best babe just seems to know the right way to crack me up XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to college, I bring my shampoo and re-use an empty MAC make-up remover bottle to store my shampoo in. The shampoo bottle that the hairdresser gives me weighs a friggin 1 liter, so I just pour about *ngam-ngam* 100 ml into the MAC bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam slept over my place on a Friday night, when I come back from Sunway on the weekends. She tried on some eyeliner just for fun, and went to the toilet to wash it off. I apparently left my &lt;strong&gt;MAC bottle with saturated yellow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;shampoo in it&lt;/strong&gt; on my bathroom sink, and...well, read the following dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: No Chiu Muns were hurt (well,seriously) in the making of this blog post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam : Ouch.."rubbing her left eye" Babe,my eyes hurt la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fedora: Eh, why la babe? Eyeliner got into your eye ke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam : Urhh..I don't know lor.I used some of your eye make-up remover that was on the sink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fedora: Umm..which one? The chamomile Body Shop eye make-up remover is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam: Umm...no...The pink MAC bottle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fedora: Huuh? What? But that one finished already lor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam : No,no,it's on your sink. Go see la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Miss Fedora enters her bathroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fedora: Oh shit Sam!!! That's friggin SHAMPOO laa!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam: WTF?? I RUBBED shampoo on my eye?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fedora: Oy,how could you think it looked like make-up remover in there babe?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam: I dunno..! I mean,my sis has some really saturated make-up remover like that, so I assumed so larr!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fedora: Got such thing aa? O.O"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam: Umm..I think so? Crap,I better call my dad (who's a doctor). Wanna ask him about the side effects of accidentally inserting a finger-thick amount of shampoo through your eye.Omg,am I gonna go BLIND?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Fedora (partially) is at fault for leaving her shampoo-filled MAC bottles around her bathroom for she should know better that people (who don't check properly) will (instantly) mistake them for shampoo (-.-"). The error is regretted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I was surfing through a few sites and found a few items which I wish to visually indulge in, cos I don't have the luxury to afford them :'( Couldn't resist putting them up :3 Have a looksee and feast your eyes upon them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315712734802316450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/ScU0kYXpjKI/AAAAAAAAApA/v8kI_2aLp2E/s320/Ankle+strap+%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roberto Cavalli ankle-strap heels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/ScU0kKj7_RI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XDQrYOV4ncM/s1600-h/0704_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315712731095760146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/ScU0kKj7_RI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XDQrYOV4ncM/s320/0704_pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A classic and pink nature-inspired cake&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How materialistic can I get?! Wahahahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5579324212200041125-4710448475233355627?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4710448475233355627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4710448475233355627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4710448475233355627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4710448475233355627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanity-incidents.html' title='Vanity Incidents'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/ScU0kYXpjKI/AAAAAAAAApA/v8kI_2aLp2E/s72-c/Ankle+strap+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7808690869792357161</id><published>2009-03-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:31:41.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing people'/><title type='text'>1 1/2 years go by just like that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a good almost one and a half years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A Levels graduation is drawing near,gosh.I can't believe it's nearly the end of the 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 years that I've enrolled for in the beginning. I can still remember the first day that I registered for A Levels at the Student Centre at Sun-U last year, imagine that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that I'm *&lt;em&gt;finally*&lt;/em&gt; graduating, but now that my course is coming to an end, I'm feeling half &amp;amp; half about it. I feel sad that I won't be able to see my collegemates every day anymore; eating lunch with them, hanging out at Sunway Pyramid, goofing off, teasing each other, and basically creating college memories with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah sure,I'll probably get to see them after graduation,but not everyday anymore.Plus,we'll probably be doing our own things after graduating: Best buddy and maths tutor Jeff's likely to go off to Singapore in June or August and apply for permanent residency, so that'll give me about only 2 months or so to spend time with him :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me,I'll most likely take off to UK (hopefully,if I make it to Nottingham) in mid-Sept.Without doubt, I'm going to miss my friends and family: the best babe Sam,the folks,the grandfolks,the million-and-one aunties,uncles and cousins; the byatchy sis,the devilish baby bro,the pet Angora rabbit...(Lol,I wish). But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7808690869792357161?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7808690869792357161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7808690869792357161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7808690869792357161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7808690869792357161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-12-years-go-by-just-like-that.html' title='1 1/2 years go by just like that?'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7994229609998744363</id><published>2009-02-07T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:27:28.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><title type='text'>Good Ol' Cheer Times (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss cheerleading :( But hey, it was fun while it lasted. I hold to the philosophy of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" When you've done your time, there's not much need to continue anymore. Leave a legacy behind".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SY3ON_lIeYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/KWBE5NMWhbQ/s1600-h/my+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300119076285741442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SY3ON_lIeYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/KWBE5NMWhbQ/s320/my+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the SMK Seri Bintang Selatan squad of 2008, &lt;strong&gt;Southanchorz&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a combination of &lt;em&gt;Southern Star&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Anchorz&lt;/em&gt; members. My sister, Nadia Amir, was captain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She calls the squad &lt;strong&gt;"My Baby".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this &lt;strong&gt;Youtube viddy&lt;/strong&gt; out as well : (Okay, so the name's kinda weird, but the song is so kick-ass)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Miss Fedora's Listening to "Lemonade" by Passion ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7HW1WUcFR0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7HW1WUcFR0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7994229609998744363?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7994229609998744363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7994229609998744363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7994229609998744363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7994229609998744363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-ol-cheer-times-2008.html' title='Good Ol&apos; Cheer Times (2008)'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SY3ON_lIeYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/KWBE5NMWhbQ/s72-c/my+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7831678227815975238</id><published>2009-02-07T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:30:11.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='27'/><title type='text'>27 Things You Should Know About Naj That You Might Know Already</title><content type='html'>1) I pick 27 things instead of 25 because 7 is my favourite number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's my favourite because I believe it has mystical properties. 7 colours of the rainbow, 7 days in a week, 7 sins. You get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The 27th is also my birthday :) in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm a MaChindian, and loving it :D I'm one-eighth Chinese,one-eighth Indian &amp;amp; one-eighth Javanese too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I know only one other person who's Machindian; Amanina aka Nino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I inherited my curly hair from my dad's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) My paternal grandfather has a mini white Afro :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I've been a Contemporary/ Modern dancer since I was 4, so that makes it 15 years of dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I've been tapping since I was 9.10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I consider myself a "fairly decent" dancer.Not that great, but not too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm a very artsy person.I love Performing Arts,Visual Arts,Music,Dance,Theatre,Drama.You name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I can draw fairly well and play a bit of acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I LOVE FEDORAS XD I have 5 now. I want a white one. *Hint hint* :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) My blog tag name is Miss Fedora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Being ignored and being betrayed are the 2 most heinous things that you can do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I love writing. Articles, poetry, etc. I'm contemplating of becoming an authoress when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I also dream of being an emcee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I'm a fan of local female emcees like Sarimah Ibrahim, Marion Caunter, Aishah Sinclair,Sazzy Falak, Cheryl Samad, Juliana Ibrahim and Belinda Chee. I like their perkiness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I tried to apply for a job at the Talent Factory and tried out for the 8TV casting call but to no avail :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I'm a big fan of the Fantasy and Paranormal genre, like Artemis Fowl books. Escapism from real-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I was a cheerleading captain of 2 years :) It wasn't easy to take care of a squad. But nonetheless rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I wish to be a spokesperson of a Mental Health Care Charity Organisation one day. I want to help people who suffer from bipolar,panic anxiety disorders and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I'm a very sympathetic person. I have a soft spot to help people who need my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Because of that, my kindness has been taken advantage of many times, especially back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) And I did want to take a degree in Psychology, but opted for Law instead because I thought I was better in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I DON'T LIKE MATHS.'Nuff said.Never want to take a degree that's heavy in Maths. A lil' bit is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) I believe that strong people are not people who don't give a damn about what hurts them, but I believe that strong people are those who let themselves be vulnerable to hurt, but manage to overcome that on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7831678227815975238?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7831678227815975238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7831678227815975238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7831678227815975238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7831678227815975238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/27-things-you-should-know-about-naj.html' title='27 Things You Should Know About Naj That You Might Know Already'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2283908335698458510</id><published>2009-02-07T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:24:46.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fedoras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><title type='text'>Still on the case of fedoras: Princess Fedora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Listening to "Greenlight", John Legend ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm not supposed to upload anything from Deviantart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe just this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SY2zk41z87I/AAAAAAAAAnw/lVzROkd2B2I/s1600-h/Fedora_by_manda_hobbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089782799692722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SY2zk41z87I/AAAAAAAAAnw/lVzROkd2B2I/s320/Fedora_by_manda_hobbs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The true "Lady Fedora"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do you know that the hat was actually named after a &lt;strong&gt;character&lt;/strong&gt; from a play? Her name was &lt;em&gt;Princess Fedora&lt;/em&gt; :D She wore a hat which gained popularity among the ladies in the late 1880s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have disputed a certain Adrian Choo's claim that fedoras are &lt;strong&gt;just for guys.&lt;/strong&gt; HAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Note: If anyone can get that fedora in the Deviant artwork, I LOVE YOU TO BITS XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2283908335698458510?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2283908335698458510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2283908335698458510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2283908335698458510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2283908335698458510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-on-case-of-fedoras-princess.html' title='Still on the case of fedoras: Princess Fedora'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SY2zk41z87I/AAAAAAAAAnw/lVzROkd2B2I/s72-c/Fedora_by_manda_hobbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8933864430016785876</id><published>2009-02-06T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:52:26.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being happy :)'/><title type='text'>It's been a good week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Fed : Dwayne, I have to say that I've been very happy lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dwayne: Yeah, Amira. It's been awhile since I've seen you this happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's right you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, this week has been one of the rare times were I actually feel truly happy, like nothing has been bothering me. Albeit I'm still coughing, but that's cos I have asthma. And that the back of my hands still feel tight and dry because I have exzema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways. Yeah true, nothing much has been bothering me. I haven't screwed up anything that my parents will lambast me about,I love my college friends (albeit &lt;em&gt;a lot of teasing&lt;/em&gt; here and there :P), apartment life has been the bomb, my roommate and housemates have been really sweet and cooperative (they cooked me dinner :D), I've two best friends who I trust my life with, one who has known me since I was 7 (ie: forever) and one who's my college bodyguard; and I have a great boyfriend who I care the world for (ergh, I'll let you be egoistic this once, Mr Bermuduhhh) ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes. People, I'm now a friggin DJ's girlfriend XD We got together on the 4th (or was it 5th? Around 11-12 at night, tak ingat) of Feb. Went for banana leaf at Bangsar for dinner, then off to Starbucks near Asian Cafe' with his buddies and took me back to Sunway since I stay on-campus now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest is blissful history &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instant reader response: "Oh, she's happy cos she's got a boyfriend&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;now laaa?" -.O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, no doubt that that's one of the reasons ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just that, and that's a whole 'nuther story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8933864430016785876?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8933864430016785876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8933864430016785876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8933864430016785876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8933864430016785876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-good-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a good week'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5533972801621916975</id><published>2009-02-06T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:49:21.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fedoras'/><title type='text'>New Nickname: Miss Fedora</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://artofmanliness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/fedora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://artofmanliness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/fedora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ain't that just good-looking? The guy's pretty cool too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** SPOILER POST**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay people. I have just coined a new blog tag name for myself. Unveiling...:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISS FEDORA :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Named after my affection for collecting fedoras XD I've got like, a total of 5 of them now. Three black, one beige and one straw. I received my first black fedora when I was 13. Back then I asked him for (cos I didn't know that it was called a FEDORA back then) a "Michael Jackson" hat, wakakaka XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought my second, the beige, at Topshop, entah kat mane. I think I was with my aunt in One Utama. Third was my black one at Ladies Market, Hong Kong. Got my fourth, which is &lt;strong&gt;my favourite,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a black with white pinstripes&lt;/em&gt; one at Paddys Market, Chinatown, Sydney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like it the most because it, well, obviously makes me look &lt;em&gt;goooood &lt;/em&gt;:P and it goes with almost everything I have. Besides, I wore it on my &lt;em&gt;first date&lt;/em&gt; with DJ Bermuda :D My fifth, the straw with a pink sash; got it at a local designer stall at Youth '09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also wanted to get a new nickname cos DJ Bermuda created his name after his fav pants, Bermuda shorts. So I was also thinking, "Why not?" :3 And plus, if I ever get to be the stage emcee that I've always dreamed of, then I've already got my stage name :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"MC Fedora!! Wahliaooo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a lot of positive feedback from people that the fedora EPITOMISES the Naj XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new blog tag name will appear after every blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, I will continue Part 2 of my CNY yada-yada-yada of my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5533972801621916975?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5533972801621916975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5533972801621916975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5533972801621916975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5533972801621916975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-nickname-miss-fedora.html' title='New Nickname: Miss Fedora'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4684302434064306206</id><published>2009-02-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:47:36.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of those really long blog posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 1'/><title type='text'>2 Weeks of Chinese New Year: 19th Jan - 1st Feb (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Listening to "Je Nous Aime, Deep Love Mix", Rollercone. Produced by DJ Claude Challe ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;DJ Claude Challe (born Claude Shalom in 1945 in Tunisia, North Africa) is a French DJ and founder of Buddha Bar.He arrived in France when he was three, and when he grew older, became addicted to France's burgeoning nightlife (I'm assuming it's Paris XP) The "Buddha Bar" music series is a compilation of lounge, ambient and chill out music released by George V records. His music has Buddhist and Hindu tones to it, combined with his own sound mixes. He was fascinated by Asian mysticism when he was a youth and has a deep respect for ancient cultures and has travelled to Indonesia, Nepal and Indonesia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;DJ Claude Challe: I consider the art of DJ-ing to be the passion of life. When I'm DJ-ing, I give myself to the people. When I play, I'm in the music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know of a certain DJ who doesn't like French people XP I'm not exactly a big fan of the French either, but I do like the culture. I think Paris has beautiful architecture, and I fell in love with the Louvre. I like exploring museums, but certain parts are just plain boring. I still remember of the &lt;strong&gt;Hermephrodite&lt;/strong&gt; statue &lt;strong&gt;(think: &lt;em&gt;Bisexual&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt; which has a body of a woman but well, has the reproductive parts of a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, surreal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, in a nutshell, this is what has happened to me in the past couple of days:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;19th Jan (Mon)&lt;/strong&gt; - Celebrated Ahilan's birthday at Chili's, Bangsar Village. Damn glad that I stay on-campus now, so I don't have a curfew to stick to :) However, I was coughing the whole day through. Couldn't even speak a sentence without coughing. Was really terrible, cos I had to practically gasp for air all the time. Papa and Mama asked me to come home for a couple of days. I thought I was just gonna stay for two, but ended up staying for three, wasn't fully recovered yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;20th Jan (Tues) &lt;/strong&gt;until&lt;strong&gt; 22nd Jan (Thurs)&lt;/strong&gt; - Stayed at home. Missed college, and was a tad upset about it. Other than that, felt a bit more relaxed, really needed the break. I felt really unhealthy to attend class, and I was afraid that my classmates would contract it from me. However, &lt;em&gt;on the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;21st Jan (Wed) -&lt;/strong&gt; Received my AS results online. I received an AAC, As for Law and Psychology, and Maths was a C! @_@ I kinda expected that I wouldn't do so well for Maths, because I choked on the day of the paper. Pure Maths 1 (There are 2 parts to Maths in A Level, Pure and Statistics) was my first AS level paper of the year, and I felt really pressured to do well. Unfortunately, I blanked out and shut down. I didn't finish some of the answers in the paper and therefore, didn't do so well. I'm planning to retake my Maths though, because I know I didn't perform at my 100% best, unlike my other papers. However, I'm really really relieved that my Stats paper saved me at the end of the say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was a bit pissed that I got a B for my General Paper though -.-" I love writing, and to know that what I wrote was only worth a B is a bit degrading. Then again, Mr Leonard says that my GP essays are not that great, so yeah, it's okay jugak la. Still :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, I'd like to send out a big &lt;strong&gt;Congrats&lt;/strong&gt; too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my A Level mates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for their results :) No matter what grades we got, I believe that all my friends are really intelligent people, and will be successful later on in their lives, in whatever fields they decide to pursue :D (Okay, the cheerleader in me is kicking in again XP)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;But I'd like to send a special &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Amanina&lt;/strong&gt; and best buddy &lt;strong&gt;Jeff&lt;/strong&gt; for scoring straight As in all their papers :D :D They deserve it. And Jeff was worried about his General Paper, yeah right ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;23rd Jan (Fri)&lt;/strong&gt; - Came back to college for 2 hours of Law and an hour of Psycho after what seemed to be a million years of not attending college. Had no idea what was going on in Law though, ahaha XD Headed off to Sunway Pyramid with Jeff and Fildza to celebrate Jeff's 19th at Mantra. Bought chocs for Zun San too, because she's Jeff's gf and the most special person to share Jeff's bday with ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had to see my education consultant, Ms Helen, to straighten out my head and decide what I really want to pursue and where I want to pursue it. She managed to convince to go ahead with my Law degree at the UK universities that I have been offered a place at. At that time, I was really affected by my grades and that influenced me to maybe take a less rigorous course, like Journalism, probably in Aussie or something. Plus, I see myself as a journalist or author, rather than a lawyer. But she managed to convince me that a Law degree is very versatile and can get me anymore, even if being a lawyer is not my dream career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;By the way,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;24th Jan (Sat night) &lt;/strong&gt;until&lt;strong&gt; 26th Jan (Mon night)&lt;/strong&gt; -  3 nights in a row I saw DJ Bermuda XD On the &lt;strong&gt;25th,&lt;/strong&gt; at Craven Cafe, Ampang...well, let's just say in &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;words, &lt;em&gt;"something happened" &lt;/em&gt;:P My lips are sealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;26th,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;I finally met up with &lt;em&gt;Nik Michael Imran, &lt;/em&gt;my mom's friend's son, after what seemed to be a good 19 years if listening to his name opooing up here and there, but never actually meeting the guy XD My mom's good friend is Dato' Nik Ezar, who happens to be a good friend of my mom when she stayed in Brisbane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apparently my mom told me that Dato' Nik did kinda take care of her when she was staying there, like invite her to his house for tea and stuff like that. My mom's friends were his housemates, but my mom stayed in an apartment whereas Dato' Nik stayed in a house. They didn't go to the same uni though, as my mom went to University of New England and he went to Uni of Queensland (Mama says never go to UNE, Armidale. You'll die there if you're a party person XP) &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;DJ Bermuda met Nik when he was 13, and, as he claims, are practically &lt;em&gt;"brothers"&lt;/em&gt; XD &lt;br&gt;DJ Bermuda says that he used to stay over at The Niks place all the time back in high school, but since both are now busy pursuing their own things, they have less time to spend with each other.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody seems to know each other one way or another. Bizarre, ain't it? As I like to say,&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE WORLD IS SMALL -.- Well, KL is anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;We went to Al-Maghreb at Damai for an Arabian supper. The lamb kebab and mint tea were dee-lish :3 I was happy :) Not just for the food, but... well, you get what I mean ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;27th Jan (Tues) &lt;/strong&gt;until&lt;strong&gt; 30th Jan (Fri)&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;WENT TO SINGAPORE FOR CNY HOLS :D :D :D,&lt;/strong&gt; which is equal to&lt;strong&gt; = &lt;/strong&gt;SHOPPER'S PARADISE, AHAHAHA @D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Practically went crazy in S'pore XD Me and Nadia were damn happy :3 Here are a few top places for shopping at S'pore:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Wisma Atria - There's a good Forever 21 shop there, which is much better, in my opinion, than the one in Pavilion. Not really my shop, but Nadia loves F 21 :D Miss Selfridge, Dorothy Perkins and a kick-ass Nike shop's there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;FYI, this Nike shop IS FRIGGIN KICK-ASS because not only does it stock awwwwesome sneakers and funkalicious sport attire, it is one of out of the &lt;em&gt;THREE NIKE SHOPS IN THE WORLD&lt;/em&gt; that prints &lt;strong&gt;NikeID shirts!!!&lt;/strong&gt; The other two are in Japan and Korea. And yes, if you're wondering, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;OF COURSE I FRIGGIN MADE A NIKE ID SHIRT THERE XD&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And I hutang Nadia $ 30 Sing for that. Will post a pic up very soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) Tangs - JW Marriott's there. It's a temple-shaped building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) Ngee Ann City - The biggest Takashimaya department store can be found here. And the Juicy Couture shop is outrageous :3 Both clothes and prices. Potong stim betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) Paragon - Very high-end shopping centre. But there's a Metrojaya department store chain there where I bought my black Guess college bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) Centrepoint - The department chain Robinsons is located here. You can find branded bags at reduced prices, like Guess and..Paris Hilton? Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You know what? (There I go again. Read: previous post) I just decided midway that I'll make this post a 2-parter, or if it's way too long, a 3-parter even. Best be off now, since I don't wanna be late for coll tomorrow. Aw man, 6 am in the morning is an unearthly hour for a &lt;em&gt;college student&lt;/em&gt; to wake up -.- I'll leave that to the high schoolers.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-4684302434064306206?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4684302434064306206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4684302434064306206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4684302434064306206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4684302434064306206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-weeks-of-chinese-new-year-19th-jan.html' title='2 Weeks of Chinese New Year: 19th Jan - 1st Feb (Part 1)'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2869343563356092186</id><published>2009-02-01T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:10:24.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony VAIO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac Powerbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ne-Yo'/><title type='text'>The Post With The Most Labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Listening to "Closer", Ne-Yo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An usual conversation between Nadia and I :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadia : You know what, Kak? I was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naj (interrupting) : No, I don't know what? What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looooove doing that to her. Okay, if you can't imagine it, just try to put yourself in Nadia's shoes, like when you wanna tell something to somebody; inform them about anything, and then suddenly this one bugger cuts in with a "No, of course I don't know what" line. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was gonna start of with a "You know what?" line. You know what, I am REALLY liking my new blog layout. I think it's much more eye-catching than my previous one. And somehow or other, you can read and relate to me better through this one. I know, I'm like ohmaygawding about my new blog background, and I know &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;of you (you know who you are) XP are going "Um,okay.It's JUST a blog layout you know". Yah okay fine, I'll stop gushing about it now ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to write the "25 Things" note in Facebook, but I reckon I'm gonna write 27 things about myself. Why 27? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I was born on the 27th of April, so I want to write corresponding with my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My favourite number is 7, because I think it's magical, haha :D A lot of things come in sevens, like the 7 colours of the rainbow, 7 days of the wek, 7 sins, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If I ever had a jersey, my number would be 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post it in my blog later. Thinking up 27 things is hard wei. And I just randomly thought about the movie "27 Things", starring Katherine Heigl. She can actally act :P (unlike Pamela Anderson) and she was reallly funny and convincing in the movie. James Marsden is so hot! :3 It's pretty cool that James Marsden has worked with two actors that are both from Grey's; Katherine and Patrick Dempsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this post using my main PC, because I sent my red Sony VAIO to MTSC at Pavilion. I bought it last year at the Sony Centre in Pavilion, but to my surprise, they don't have technicians who can fix it there -.-" The technician said that I have to &lt;strong&gt;reformat &lt;/strong&gt;it, and therefore buy an external hardware drive to backup my files. I took the opportunity to buy a new thumbdrive, since I'm not sure where I misplaced my old one &gt;.&lt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily, most of my files are all stored in the VAIO, and the thumb drive merely contains the duplicates of them, so I don't have to worry about losing any files. But most of them are not that important anyway. AVAIO's not working because :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The speakers are not producing any sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The webcam's not working, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The internet's lagging. Damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Bermuda was like, "Why didn't you ask for a Mac Powerbook?!" O.O Man, should have gotten one instead. I wanted the VAIO because it had an inbuilt webcam and you can use the AV mode without having to open the main menu of the VAIO itself. I use the AV mode to play dance DVDs when I want to rehearse or choreograph. It's convenient to bring to the dance studio in the college. That's one of the things I LOVE about Sunway; the dance studio is like, my second home there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about the Mac Powerbook, actually. Last year, my grandma received one for her 68th birthday from my uncle! &lt;:O She doesn't even know how to use it. Unfairrr &gt;:( Yah, I know I could've gotten it from her, because she usually (if I ask really nicely) gives me anything I want :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the time I realised, it was too late. (Wow, that sounded dramatic XD) She gave it away to my aunty, who needed it for her office work. But she's already got the Traveller's version of the VAIO laa!! Why does she need another lappie?! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me. I need to find my iPod Mini Shuffle which I have NO idea where I put O.O Hey cut me some slack,it 's an iPod Mini; damn small and easy to misplace. Other than that, I need to buy new earphones because I lost that separately too, hahaha. I hope I can get the pink Philips earphones again, since they match my iPod colour :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell, yes I'm actually a VERY forgetful person when it comes to my belongings. All my friends say that. I think I lost two Guess watches that I got from my aunty on two separate birthdays. (Hey,it was during cheer practise; can't wear watches then, &lt;em&gt;rosak&lt;/em&gt; nanti).  I'll forget my head if it wasn't attached to my neck. As my dad has quoted before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa: Naj, I'm worried for your kids la. If you leave them in the stroller at the supermarket to go and talk to your friend or something, you'll probably forget them XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, I AM NOT &lt;strong&gt;THAT BAD&lt;/strong&gt; LA. My kids I will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never, ever forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I assure you of that.&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2869343563356092186?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2869343563356092186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2869343563356092186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2869343563356092186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2869343563356092186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-with-most-labels.html' title='The Post With The Most Labels'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7446773092681607247</id><published>2009-01-31T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:28:52.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emergency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>CRISIS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright people,I'm going through a major major problem with my blog layout. Apparently it has gone cuckoo on it's owner.Will inform you of any updates shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime,sympathise with me people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. As you can see, I have totally revamped my new blog. It took me a solid hour to re-friggin-write ALL the links on my new page. Never knew I knew that many bloggers; are y'all on my facebook?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I do like this new backgroud I found. Fy suggested that the old layout was too messy to fixed, so had to resort to a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good change it was too :) I think this blog layout has shifted to a more mature look. More deeper and intense than my previous "Rock Royalty" design. I did like my previous layout, which was a more vibrant and loud me. But this artwork brings out the more inner and hidden; deeper part of me. It's definitely going to influence the style of my new posts later on. Bizarre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, things are beginning to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7446773092681607247?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7446773092681607247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7446773092681607247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7446773092681607247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7446773092681607247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/01/crisis.html' title='CRISIS!!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2582161082848485508</id><published>2009-01-26T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:12:33.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changed URLS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy CNY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Listening to "Like A Star", Corrine Bailey Ray. Cos Nadia plays it full-blast on her lappie~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FYI madames and monsieurs, I changed a few URLS on my blog list, like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My sis, Nadia Amir : nadiamir-lah.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Best mate of 11 years, Sam Hoh Chiu Mun : deviantkyme.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and added new ones, like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Beloved Zun San, who happens to be buddy Jeff's loved gf :3 : zunsanwong.wordpress.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Former SBS junior, Dinah Roslan : iamdinahroslan.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My very-much-disayanged nephew, Haziq : elethor.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and my SBS juniors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Aness, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Jerica Zhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm doing a lil bit of promoting here too, ya know ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing before I forget:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR OF THE OX EVERYBODY!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUNG HI FAH CHAI!!! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2582161082848485508?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2582161082848485508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2582161082848485508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2582161082848485508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2582161082848485508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY!!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-1326714859225309162</id><published>2009-01-25T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:36:17.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Bermuda'/><title type='text'>A new year comes with new beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Listening to "Put Your Records On", Corrine Bailey Rae ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year comes with new beginnings. And boy, what a beginning I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved into my new apartment on-campus, Sun-U Residence on the 4th of Jan, Sun. It would have been a lonely experience for me if not for my new apartment friends, like Jeff and Adli, a friend from VI (Thanks guys :) Adli introduced me to his apartment gang, who are all his classmates from the July Science 1 class intake. Dinners are usually either spent with daddy Jeff or Adli's gang, since I can't cook in my unit. I've been a regular visitor to these guys rooms to hang out, as girls are allowed to go to the guys apartments but not the other way round. Reason being that the guys block, Block A, have girls staying in their units.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During that week and a day &lt;strong&gt;(5th Jan - 12th Jan),&lt;/strong&gt; I have had an interesting chronology of events:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Jan, Mon-&lt;/strong&gt; I'll call it (dot.dot.dot.Like Mamma Mia) XP I think only a few of my closest friends knew what happened to me that night. Rather not talk about it since it's private. But I added this in just to make my chronology more filled out XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th Jan, Wed-&lt;/strong&gt; For dinner, I went to my grandparents place in Kemuning, which is a 20 min drive from my college. When I came back that night, trouble ensued. I pissed Adli off big time, and we ended up not talking for about...2 weeks? Luckily I'm happy to say that we've since made up :) I'm just really sorry that it had to happen and thankful that I still kept a friend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th Jan, Fri-&lt;/strong&gt; Headed back to Ampang for Zuri's farewell BBQ at Hussein's. It was a great party; met up with my Taman TAR brothers and sisters and chilled with 'em like old times. Didn't expect to meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there, with what I went through during THIS week. But apparently, I did -.-"" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's call him DJ Bermuda, shall we? A big afficionado of Bermuda shorts cos he's a beach bum. And yeah, he's a DJ. And I'm here thinking, "Whoa man, I'm like one of the &lt;em&gt;LAST PEOPLE&lt;/em&gt; on earth that'd be asked out by a DJ; being a self-confessed nerd and all" XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns out he's a bit of a "nerd" himself, a sci-fi nerd that is. Also a mondo huge car fan, gadgets and gizmos, PC gamer, you name it. Super passionate about the latest machines &lt;3&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;br /&gt;Back to what I was saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;10th Jan, Sat-&lt;/strong&gt; Headed to Youth '09 with Hibs Luv, sister byatch and byatch co XD Unexpectedly (and scarily, gah!!), Hibs LOVVVVES her &lt;strong&gt;SNAKES!!&lt;/strong&gt; Will get around to posting up the pics soon, but in the meantime, go to my facebook and search Hiba Abdul Rahman for her profile pic of her with a baby python (Some baby, it's more than a FOOT LONG -.-")&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;br /&gt;And surprise surprise, bumped into Mistah Bermuda there too. He was invited to spin at the event. We walked and talked around PWTC together and well, he asked me out :D :D Took me by surprise I had to admit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Jan, Mon-&lt;/strong&gt; Had our dinner date at Sunway Pyramid since I'm already staying on-campus. Was really sweet of him to come all the way :) Ate at &lt;strong&gt;Mantra&lt;/strong&gt;, an Italian/Indian/Msian fusion restaurant (that's where I recommended Jeff to go for his bday lunch :D) Also slurped on ice-cream at Baskins, and then headed off to Asian Cafe' for some pool with a friend, Jolene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought about the date, you may ask? Well, I'll keep that to myself, aite? ;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;br /&gt;Anyways, like I said, a new year signifies new beginnings. And it's been a pretty whirlwind beginning for me, but slowly coming down to a sweet note :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting interesting.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-1326714859225309162?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/1326714859225309162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=1326714859225309162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1326714859225309162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1326714859225309162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-comes-with-new-beginnings.html' title='A new year comes with new beginnings'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4890980907284855866</id><published>2009-01-17T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:19:43.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='January'/><title type='text'>Do You Know How Many Birthdays Are There In Jan?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY BIRTHDAYS ARE THERE IN JANUARY?!?&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;Well, apparently in my world, there are a gazillion of 'em -.-"" Wish I could make it for ALL their parties, but gotta prioritise the fam's first right? Anyhoos, I'd like to announce a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) My "girlfriend" Hiba aka Hibs (12th Jan; age 19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Everybody's dahling Fildza aka Fify aka Fildzie (16th Jan; 19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Me cuzzin, "Puteri" Farra (16th Jan; 7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) My "adik angkat" Sabby (17th Jan; 17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) My cuzzin "Daddy's Love" Chinta (17th Jan; 3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Her bro, "Daddy's Luck" Tuah (17th Jan; 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Sweet 16 cuzzin Aleen (19th Jan)&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;br /&gt;8) "Lonely Boy" Ahilan (19th Jan; 18)&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;br /&gt;9) My "Ku Li" Isaac (21st Jan; 20)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) Best buddy Jeff &amp;amp; sorta "Daddy" Jeff (23rd Jan; 18), and finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Rose "Da" Sharon aka P..P..! (24th Jan; 17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how many birthday parties I've been invited to last week?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hiba's birthday outing at Pavilion (17th Jan, Sat afternoon)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Fildza's evening in Subang (17th Jan, Sat evening)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Aleen and Farra's joint party at Victoria's Station (17th Jan, Sat evening)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Jeff's get-together at Kajang (18th Jan, Sun morning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Chinta &amp;amp; Tuah's fancy dress party at Marc Apartments, KL (18th Jan, Sun afternoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't there be like, &lt;em&gt;5 clones of me&lt;/em&gt; that can attend all these parties?! T.T I decided that I have to place my family member's birthdays first, cos well, their &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;, 'nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For partay (1), the story's quite interesting. My love, Hiba, was planning a party before, but due to some cash problems, she couldn't have it :( I was like "WHAT'S THIS MAN? Hiba's definitely one of the most loved people I know who DESERVE a PARTY!!" Aliza, my CIMP friend and Hiba's mutual friend also figured the same way, and suggested that we do something for her. So I kinda planned a small get-together of Hiba's Sri Garden friends and college mates to head off to Pasta Mania for a birthday lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told Hibs that it was just gonna be the 2 of us for the birthday outing, but unbeknowst to her, I called 6 others to come as well. I chose &lt;strong&gt;Pasta Mania,&lt;/strong&gt; and I was a bit worried about my choice of restaurant, just in case that Hibs didn't fancy pasta. But lucky for me, she was a big fan XD I enjoyed the cake more than the pasta though, which was a divine vanilla sponge Chantilly. I'm known for my chocolate fetish, but exquisite cakes make me MELT~ too :P&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;br /&gt;I have to say that the best parts for all these birthdays have to be the &lt;strong&gt;FOOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (Oh c'mon y'all, just admit it). So far, we've been to &lt;strong&gt;TGIF's&lt;/strong&gt; for Fildzy's birthday, &lt;strong&gt;Chilli's&lt;/strong&gt; for Ahilan's and &lt;strong&gt;Mantra&lt;/strong&gt; at Sunway Pyramid for dear ol' Jeff's (Not that he's actually old, mind you XP) Okay, so technically with all these LUXURIOUS feasts I've been attending, you could say that I burnt a hole in my pocket at the end of the month. Hey, when you're staying on your own at an apartment where you can't cook like me, every delicious food opportunity that I can get is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;savoured thoroughly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; XD No matter how much $$$ I have to pull out T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5579324212200041125-4890980907284855866?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4890980907284855866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4890980907284855866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4890980907284855866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4890980907284855866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-know-how-many-birthdays-are.html' title='Do You Know How Many Birthdays Are There In Jan?!?'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7993603674621344459</id><published>2009-01-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:24:19.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad skin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I'm Moving to Sunway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M MOVING TO SUNWAY! WOO-HOO :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm not moving for good. For the last 6 months of my A Level Course, I'll be staying at the Sun-U Residence, from Jan till June 2009. May I just say that I SO CAN'T believe that it's finally January 2009! before I continue with my "Zomg! She's moving to Sunway?!" post. Why am I moving you may ask? (I have blogged about my move many a blog ago, but just a quick update and new info to the blog surfers who don't know) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's a good 30 minutes drive from Ampang in the morning, and a lovely 1 hour return back in the evening, and 30 minutes more if there's a massive traffic jam -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My folks think it's time I became more independent, i.e. do my own chores and scrounge for my own food meself T.T Both my folks went to boarding school (My mom went to Brisbane, Aus when she was 16 HERSELF! *gasps*) so they feel it's time for my share of suffering at a hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I'm quite excited :D since I get to live on my own now, ehhe (Okay, so I'll have roommates) and well, a lil nervous. I hope that I'll successfully balance my studies with my piece of the housework. (Everyone has their lazy days, ya know?) Mr Leo and Ms Ida have advised me not to stay at the apartment when I'm sitting for my A2 exams, as it will be troublesome for me. But I think I'll be able to manage. *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil footnote- I had 2 holiday destinations in one month: Sydney, Australia and Pulau Pangkor, Perak. One international and one local. (Ahh, such the globetrotter, hah XD) Although both have been enriching and unforgettable experiences for me, both have not done good to my face. As of right now, I can actually imagine the reactions of my collegemates when I return back to Sun-U once again on the 5th of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;really bad case of sunburn and spotty breakouts&lt;/em&gt; when I stayed in both Sydney and Pangkor. My grandpa remarks that only when I returned back from Sydney and stayed in Pangkor that my face showed a bad reaction. He analysed that exposure to excessive sunlight has caused my skin to breakout. The dermatologist has already given me the proper sunscreen and healing nightcrem to help my skin recover, but the process will be slow. It's quite embarassing really, but oh well. Everyone has their flaws, just so happen that mine had to be bad facial skin &gt;.&lt;""" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, enough of the whiny small talk. The new year has finally arrived and therefore, new resolutions and changes to be made. To be an independent woman is one of mine, and hopefully I keep to it ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A GREAT 2009 EVERYBODY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7993603674621344459?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7993603674621344459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7993603674621344459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7993603674621344459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7993603674621344459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2009/01/winds-of-change.html' title='I&apos;m Moving to Sunway'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8038660009435501254</id><published>2008-12-24T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:04:58.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chronology of events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>Chronology of Events</title><content type='html'>Wishing those who celebrate the 25th of December, a very Merry Christmas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's look at the chronology of events that I have gone through ever since the start of Dec (well, the landmark ones anyway) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Nov - Last AS paper. Yayyyy, temporary fuhreeedohm!! :D (Okay, so this may not be Dec, but it's still a landmark date for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Dec - A Level Programme: 2nd semester ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Dec (evening) - Off to Pavilion for dinner with Adli and Samantha. Watched Bolt. (Vewwy adowible dawg :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Dec- Went to Jeff's house for a visit. Went to college after. Sadness ensued. Sigh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Dec (evening) - Jetted off to Pavilion with Nad for some quality sister time. Met up with Hibs and co. Drowned my sorrows in shisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Dec - &lt;strong&gt;Mama's birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Not sure if I have pics of her bday celebration, as I think I forgot to bring my Cybershot that day. Today's also the first day of Hari Raya Qurban, so we celebrated in our jubahs and Baju Melayus XD That's a unusual considering my family, where my aunts and uncles would be decked out in their latest jewellery and/or new Ferragamo shoes during a fam members' birthday -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Dec till the 18th Dec -  &lt;strong&gt;SYDNEY BABEY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Will post up pics very soon. Probably on Facebook, since there's not enough space on my blog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Dec - Watched Mamma Mia :D The crowd gave a standing ovation! Bumped into Mandy, after what? A whole 6 months of not seeing each other? (Note: Mama cancelled one day off the Sydney trip, just to come back and see Mamma Mia O.O" Amazing. Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Dec - Went to Sungei Wang with Sam and Naddys. Got my left upper pierced at Zoo. How sexy XD Can't wait to wear one of those chain earrings, that descend from the top to the earlobe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Dec - Flied off to &lt;strong&gt;COMIC FIESTA!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Cosplayers, animation geeks (geeks=addicts), manga fans, gamers and hilarious emcees!! Sam went as a Turk from Final Fantasy, specifically Vincent Valentine. She didn't get recognised much though -.-" Pics for this event will be posted soon, as soon as my camera is returned to me ( A pox on all camwhore younger sisters who love swiping their elder sis' stuff!) Deviantartists' works where there too!!! Bought 2 'Zemotion photograph prints, and took a snapshot with Artgerm, creator of the Pepper Project!!! *squeals* Bought two prints from him. These are all going up on my new Sun-U room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd Dec - Went to Sam's house for a sleepover. Ate roti canai at Carrefour Ampang, after ages of not tasting it ^^ Stayed up late to watch My Wife Is A Gangster 3 and Howl's Moving Castle. Both serious must-watch movies. Really :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd Dec - Had to attend a 3 hour driving lesson for&lt;em&gt; bukit, parking and three-point turn &lt;/em&gt;driving test after failing my 3rd Dec test, on account of me ramming into a car when I reversed rolled down the &lt;em&gt;bukit -.-" &lt;/em&gt;Determined to get my P when I sit for tomorrow's test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th Dec -  PASSED AND GOT MY P!!! (I hear people whispering "Finally!" XD) Papa's lending me the Toyota Harrier as my temporary new car!! :P He's actually gonna get me a second-hand Myvi T.T How sad my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Dec - Christmas Day. After a series of eventful days, the authoress is finally having some downtime and blogging. Not to mention that she's BORED!! Punishment for stressing out my poor leggies everyday -.-"" Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY XMAS HOLIDAYS AGAIN EVERYBODY!! ~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8038660009435501254?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8038660009435501254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8038660009435501254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8038660009435501254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8038660009435501254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/12/chronology-of-events.html' title='Chronology of Events'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4338256485173079843</id><published>2008-12-08T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:30:44.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Feeling Well</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in just one year. It's like, 10 years happened in just one. Uncanny,right? But honestly, I do feel as if I've actually LIVED during this one college year although I have already experienced 17 whole years in school or kindy, whichever. I've met so many new friends, created new experiences and discovered the being that is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, I felt so confined. Like I had a stereotype to fit in with. I was a goody-two-shoes who would obey a teacher's instrucation in a blink of an eye. I was an obedient, polite,geeky prefect who probably annoyed a few people who loathed my "Teacher's Pet" syndrome. But unfortunately, I didn't really get any recognition for trying to be a good student. Rather, I was bitched about and bullied,being called a goody-two-feet and whatnot. And well, since I was super nice to my "friends" as well, I was taken advantage of, doing favours for "them" and being a source of entertainment to them, there "teasing dummy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, although I went through a tough time in school, I don't regret the experiences I had. I do live by the philosophy "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger". College isn't free from its own set of trials and tribulations either. And honestly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not physically per se,but emotionally. Although it's taking a toll on my physical health. I've not been eating very much. I'm sure a fewof you will be scolding me in my chatbox to EAT :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened starting July. I'll be talking somewhat ambiguously about a very valuable experience to me starting from this point. Reason being that I'd rather keep this private which only my closest and dearest non-college and college friends do know about. But I think the readers of this post will be able to figure it out sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart now feels like a jigsaw puzzle that's missing a piece. Or like an earring without it's matching partner. In a way,I kinda regret my decision to what happened. Because maybe there could have been another chance. However...I have to factor myself into the equation. Am I prepared to be hurt again? Am I prepared to be a doormat and hold back my actual emotions? To bottle it up, and then explode like a bottle of champagne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am at fault as well. I took a handkerchief and suffocated it to death. I took a cloth soaked in ether and smothered it breathless. I caged a butterfly that just wanted to be set free and venture the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take some time for me to recover and lick my wounds. I still have those feelings, and they won't fade away so fast. I wonder, why do I deceive even myself by saying I can switch off and on my feelings easily? Sometimes my silvertongue is rusty itself. I'm not saying I have lied, but rather I realised later that what I say is actually very much different than what I actually feel and react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that special someone reading this, forgive me :) You have a special place in heart. As corny and cheesy (like a Pau) that sounds, it's very true. Very true indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-4338256485173079843?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4338256485173079843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4338256485173079843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4338256485173079843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4338256485173079843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-feeling-well.html' title='I&apos;m Not Feeling Well'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4095610337018826183</id><published>2008-11-25T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:23:17.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college mates'/><title type='text'>Second Rebirth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAAAAAAAAH!!!!! Has it been THAT long since I posted my last post?! Okay okay, yes, I KNOW I deserve a damn good *butt-kick* now. But seriously, to all my faithful :3 readers out there, I apologise for my "excruciatingly" long absence from the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't like blogging, I DO!! (Really, to all you skeptics out there going "Uh-huuuh,yeah..right" -.-""" YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE BY THE WAY! XD Gosh. 2nd October was like...RAYA right?? Wah-hah, I AM THAT BAD XP By the way, 2nd Oct is one day after my date of birth on the Muslim calender, which means my birthday fell on the 1st DAY OF RAYA!! *Awesomeness!! "Panda style" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I can't upload any pics right now, cos I'm rushing off after this and, urgh, run a few errands to pick up some college stuff, unfortunately. My Advanced Subsidiary (AS) exams started from the 15th of Oct until the 13th of Nov, so you can see why I was away from my blog for quite some time. NOT that I had an exam everyday, I assure you "Sei-la!!" X.X ( Is that even correct? Somebody drop a message on my Chatbox if it's wrong yeah ;P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1 (Pure Maths; Algebra, Calculus, whatnot) was the worst. Sigh. I do hope that my A hasn't flown away for that paper. Thankfully, Paper 6, Statistics was me saviour XD Law and Psychology were okay (I guess -.-") Weren't so bad as Maths. I've never been really skilled at Maths anyway, and not that I hate the subject, just that I'm not really a big fan of it. General Paper was okay, too. I didn't study at all for that paper XD because GP isn't a subject where you can "study" for it exactly, more of general knowledge, good english and, well....anything in general XD that is required of you to score in that paper. Although the few days before GP, I was Wiki-ing, so that did help :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about GP. The more exciting news here is that I'm DEFINITELY moving out of my parents house in late Dec. I've handed it an application to stay in Casa Subang, which is 3km away from college. In a way, I'm really XD ecstatic to be moving out! I mean, basically I'm allowed to do whatever I want, but of course too much freedom is the downfall of many men (and women alike). To be honest, I won't miss my family that much cos I can drive dwon to KL anytime I want, outside college hours of course. Plus, my grandparents stay 10 min away from college, so they'll be more than happy to welcome me at their place XD However, I think my folks are gonna ask them to chase me out if I go there everyday just to mooch a few lunches or so, ah-ha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my grandparents house, I really need to thank them for last week's Wednesday outing. I'll explain more on my next post. And this time, there WILL BE A NEXT POST, and "you people" are permitted to hit me on the head if I don't XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-4095610337018826183?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4095610337018826183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4095610337018826183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4095610337018826183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4095610337018826183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/11/second-rebirth.html' title='Second Rebirth!!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-511948358597570602</id><published>2008-10-02T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:41:40.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akmal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>More Akmal Piccies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently am back on the 2nd day of Raya at my own crib; parents wanted a break between Raya destinations for some much needed rest. My &lt;em&gt;kampungs &lt;/em&gt;are between Kajang and Shah Alam. It's pretty near, so we have the chance to come back home wehen we need to. Although we'll be losing some serious petrol when we drive back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just came back from my sister's blog. Stole some &lt;strong&gt;damn cute&lt;/strong&gt; piccies of my brother XD Akmal may drive me up the wall most of the time, but he's still an adorable &lt;em&gt;lil diablo.&lt;/em&gt; Want proof? See the pictures below. Mind you, I'm horrible at creating captions, so you are permitted to ignore them XP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzzmxR12I/AAAAAAAAAbI/Jvu-LL0C1k8/s1600-h/Image283_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252591133326956386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzzmxR12I/AAAAAAAAAbI/Jvu-LL0C1k8/s320/Image283_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh! Catch that bubble! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzz5RxNYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JTzXf6awkqA/s1600-h/Image284_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252591138295068034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzz5RxNYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JTzXf6awkqA/s320/Image284_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY! CAUGHT IT! Now can blow again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZhbtSLI/AAAAAAAAAag/EyvjLyBmeFs/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252590685217704114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZhbtSLI/AAAAAAAAAag/EyvjLyBmeFs/s320/Image196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's squatting cos he's pooping XD We're horrible sisters; intruding him while he's doing his business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZvXl19I/AAAAAAAAAao/UkOxp4uS0V8/s1600-h/Image272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252590688958535634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZvXl19I/AAAAAAAAAao/UkOxp4uS0V8/s320/Image272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, that's not a lampshade. Tha's my mom's bodice! XD This is my fav pic out of the lot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZqqwoXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hDOAxTNsTxo/s1600-h/Image276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252590687696757106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZqqwoXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/hDOAxTNsTxo/s320/Image276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Akmal on the plane ride to Penang, looking blur O.O &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZqaTUlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rGIIjIZzlDU/s1600-h/Image202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252590687627727442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZqaTUlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rGIIjIZzlDU/s320/Image202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, notice his eyes are swollen? He just calmed down after crying :( Now absent-mindedly scratching his ear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, although the corset pic is my fav, I thought this was would be a better finishing picture. Last, but definitely not least:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZwNkHRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HeQeqaxZMtM/s1600-h/Image201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252590689184914706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzZwNkHRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HeQeqaxZMtM/s320/Image201.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr He-Thinks-He's-So-Cool! Those are pink Snow White sunnies and a Fisher Price motorbike&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I conclude this post with a &lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/strong&gt; to all my dear blog visitors, and that I'll be away for the rest of the Raya week at my grandparents house in Kota Kemuning, Shah Alam. Just to let you know that I was born on the &lt;strong&gt;First day of Aidilfitri&lt;/strong&gt;, hence my name Amira Najwa&lt;strong&gt;fitri &lt;/strong&gt;(Cool eh?) :P I so need to make up my blog with more photoblogs than ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-511948358597570602?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/511948358597570602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=511948358597570602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/511948358597570602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/511948358597570602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-akmal-piccies.html' title='More Akmal Piccies!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SOTzzmxR12I/AAAAAAAAAbI/Jvu-LL0C1k8/s72-c/Image283_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-1802632192618575947</id><published>2008-09-27T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:49:41.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tag Stolen From Nina's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Stole this tag from Nina's blog. Couldn't resist :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to text you last?-&lt;/strong&gt; A boy. It was Jeff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does the 6th text in your inbox say?-&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm in the campus area. Goin up to library entrance"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?-&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate's awesome yo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you had Starbucks?-&lt;/strong&gt; Can't remember exactly, but definitely before Ramadhan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you sleep on your stomach?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you listening to?-&lt;/strong&gt; PDA (We Just Don't Care) by John Legend. I have it on repeat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ticklish?-&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, not really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you saw fireworks, with whom &amp;amp; where?-&lt;/strong&gt; Tonight, about half an hour ago. My dad likes to light up fireworks during Raya. With my lil cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you missing someone?-&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh. Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a deep dark secret?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yep. It's embarrassing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you got grounded for?-&lt;/strong&gt; Um, never got grounded actually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you crack your knuckles?-&lt;/strong&gt; No! I don't like the feeling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite colours?-&lt;/strong&gt; Purple, green, browns. Separately, never as a colour combo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever been on a blind date?-&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe, yeah! Twice, both for prom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you named after anyone?-&lt;/strong&gt; A celebration, yes. 'Fitri' for Hari Raya Aidilfitri!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything you want to tell someone?-&lt;/strong&gt; Duh! But not right now, maybe later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's on your bed?-&lt;/strong&gt; Pillows, pink blanket, my guitar and stuffed toys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you someone's best friend?-&lt;/strong&gt; Of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you last night at midnight?-&lt;/strong&gt; Home dude. Sleeping. I know I'm boring, haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you live?-&lt;/strong&gt; Ampang, KL. Come drop by! To the people I know and love la&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many months until your birthday?-&lt;/strong&gt; Birthday's in April. That makes it 7 months&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is your sister right now?-&lt;/strong&gt; In the study room, complaining about her boyfriend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's bothering you right now?-&lt;/strong&gt; My sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was last night?-&lt;/strong&gt; Quite fun. Bumped into Nazeera and the rest at Kelab Darul Ehsan for &lt;em&gt;buka puasa.&lt;/em&gt; Tap class after that wasn't that fun, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you gave your number to?-&lt;/strong&gt; Ahh...I can't recall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you cleaned your room?-&lt;/strong&gt; Few days ago. Mom made me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many letters are in your last name?-&lt;/strong&gt; Last name for Malays is usually the dad's name. So 'Amir Arif' has 8 letters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you excited about?-&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure. I feel nervous and excited for something, but unsure about what. Must be a weird premonition of some sort&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink bottled water?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Brought one everyday to college, before Ramadhan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings?-&lt;/strong&gt; A few minutes ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you lost friends in the past year?-&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh. Yes, unfortunately&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?-&lt;/strong&gt; If generally, yes they are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?-&lt;/strong&gt; Morning. I like smelling nice in the morn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you tell everything to?-&lt;/strong&gt; Chiu Mun AKA Samantha. She knows, well, almost everything. I mean, who can you tell about every single second that has occurred in your life anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think you have made a difference in anyone's life?-&lt;/strong&gt; I hope I did. Maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking back, did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, but it was a crush, not a relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is your phone?-&lt;/strong&gt; Next to my laptop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you saw your grandpa?-&lt;/strong&gt; Um, Wednesday morning, I think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you miss the way things used to be?-&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes. High school was quite fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Sigh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of people who smoke?-&lt;/strong&gt; I think smoking is a waste of money and health, and people who do smoke are just frittering away. But it's up to them. They have to self-realise themselves because sometimes it's no use telling them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?-&lt;/strong&gt; Not really. Like, when I get scolded for no apparent reason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you think you look right this moment?-&lt;/strong&gt; Unfashionable and sloppy, but laidback and comfortable, just the way I like it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you smiled?-&lt;/strong&gt; Few minutes ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you friends with someone who's older than you?-&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no, I only hang out with people below the age of 18, like little kiddies. Uh, duh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a job?-&lt;/strong&gt; To be a good daughter,student and friend, yes. But no, not a career job&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your current relationship status?-&lt;/strong&gt; It's complicated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drool/talk/whatever it's called in your sleep?-&lt;/strong&gt; Lol! According to my sis, I woke up and started talking nonsense about stuff that happened in college to her, and then I went back to sleep, telling her "Don't worry, forget about it". She says, "Something's wrong with my sister!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you happy?-&lt;/strong&gt; I'm okay. Kinda down, but content&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were born the opposite sex, what would your parents name you?-&lt;/strong&gt; I think Nazif? Nazir?Naim?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you tan?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, golden-ish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you last go to the beach with?-&lt;/strong&gt; My family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do your initials spell anything?-&lt;/strong&gt; It's ANF. Unless it's an acronym for some top secret espionage service, no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last person you fought?-&lt;/strong&gt; Can't say, but yeah, I did fight. Verbally. Can't tell who&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's one thing you actually remember about kindergarten?-&lt;/strong&gt; My kindergarten photo session on the last day. I remember wearing a green dress witha half ponytail. I still have that picture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you calm down when your extremely angry?-&lt;/strong&gt; The arts are my escape. Music, like playing my guitar or listening to something relaxing, drawing, or expressing my anger through poetry. Or read a good book, especially from the fantasy genre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your plans for tonight?-&lt;/strong&gt; Study the English Legal System. And maybe play &lt;em&gt;bunga api&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;mercun &lt;/em&gt;with my cousins later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer to call or text someone?-&lt;/strong&gt; Text. But for certain people, call&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie you watched?-&lt;/strong&gt; "Don't Mess With The Zohan"! Lol! On my main personal computer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do today?-&lt;/strong&gt; Went for tap, fitting for &lt;em&gt;baju raya,&lt;/em&gt; bought food at the Ramadhan bazaar, ate pizza for &lt;em&gt;buka puasa&lt;/em&gt; as well and will be playing &lt;em&gt;bunga api&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is anything on your mind?-&lt;/strong&gt; Whether I should study the English Legal System now or continue with this tag XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have names picked out for your children?-&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe...Okay, fine, yes! But I'm not planning to have children anytime soon anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you shop the most?-&lt;/strong&gt; KLCC. That's my family's haunt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know someone who likes you?-&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe. Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a curfew?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Usually midnight if I'm going out for a night event, like parties or proms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you go to about your problems?-&lt;/strong&gt; Usually my parents. But if the problem is something I can't talk with my parents about, then I discuss with a few people I trust. Like Chiu Mun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have you learned lately?-&lt;/strong&gt; Not to let anyone pick on me easily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many pillows do you like to use?-&lt;/strong&gt; Quite a lot actually! About two or three, or more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like blueberry cheese cake?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I do! Especially from Baker's Cottage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you trust people too easily or not enough?-&lt;/strong&gt; Not enough. My mom taught me not to trust people too easily; you might get very hurt in the end if the person betrays you. She's right about that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the color of the soap in your bathroom?-&lt;/strong&gt; White&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should 80's music die?-&lt;/strong&gt; Nah. But 80's fashion,yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are camera phones worth it?-&lt;/strong&gt; If the clarity of the pictures taken by the handphones are good. I had a camera phone that took fuzzy pictures. And it was bulky too, ugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there too many commercials on TV?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. Do not be fooled by ads! Especially those that endorse fast food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time someone said something that really bothered you?-&lt;/strong&gt; This morning at tap dance class&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a crazy side?-&lt;/strong&gt; Ahbadah?! (Ah,but then?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever keep arguing even when you know you’re wrong?-&lt;/strong&gt; No, I usually give in and say I'm sorry. I realise that if it's indeed my fault, I have to accept it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like people to call you?-&lt;/strong&gt; Naj. I like Mira too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is any part of your body sore?-&lt;/strong&gt; My feet; the balls of my feet. Tap dance and tight shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is there someone you want to fight?-&lt;/strong&gt; No way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing an hour ago?-&lt;/strong&gt; Started this tag. Took a break, and now continuing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you outgoing?-&lt;/strong&gt; Usually, yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?-&lt;/strong&gt; KLCC! I want to grab a book from Kinokuniya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the closest black thing to you?-&lt;/strong&gt; My laptop, right in front of me. Well, the interior part of it anyway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you do a split?-&lt;/strong&gt; Used to, but now, can't. So sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you part your hair in the middle?-&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, at times. Usually side parting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person you talked to in person?-&lt;/strong&gt; My dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever made banana pancakes?-&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! Whoa, so nostalgic. Me and my dad made fruit pancakes all the time when I was around 9, which includes banana. We used to make strawberry jam and peanut butter pancakes too. I miss those times :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you usually tell people when they hurt you?-&lt;/strong&gt; Depends. If it's someone older than me, like teachers, of course not. But if they're my friends, yes, but I do it with tact. Unless they really hurt me, then I ahem, forgo the tact&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-1802632192618575947?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/1802632192618575947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=1802632192618575947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1802632192618575947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1802632192618575947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-stolen-from-ninas-blog.html' title='Tag Stolen From Nina&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2913408707606014313</id><published>2008-09-26T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:07:54.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of those really long blog posts'/><title type='text'>Oh gosh, it's been over a MONTH!</title><content type='html'>It's been exactly a month since I last updated my blog. I know, I've been neglecting my blog for some time now. I feel ashamed because I mean, what's the use of a blog if one doesn't blog in it? It can be synonymous with having a PS 2 but you don't play video games in it (an actual real-life situation in my case). But then again, that example sounds a bit shallow, no? I mean, summing u an outlet of written expression in terms of a video game console. I can't think of a better example, but that will have to do for now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has not been easy for me. I don't really show it in college, but at times it does emerge unintendedly. I'm actually a private person, but when I'm persuaded to tell my experiences or if I cannot control my feelings of suspense any longer, worying about the consequences of not telling or if I don't have any other topic of conversation, I tend to be what the Malays call a &lt;em&gt;mulut tempayan&lt;/em&gt;, someone who tells everything and cannot seem to control her mouth. Everything comes pouring out from my mouth, and I really don't like the fact that I can't seem to control my words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any case, I don't like telling my troubles to people although I do it. Contradictory, I know. But during those times where I my lips feel so heavy to relate to my listener about my troubles, I just tell them that I'd rather be left alone and need some quiet time to myself. One such example actually occured today, where I attended my tap dance class, and during one such moment, my tap dance teacher exploded and raged at me with unbridled fury. I'm not scared of her, although I was when I was younger, because she's merely my dance teacher, not a goddess. Nevertheless, I was embarassed in front of more than 10 young kids who were waiting for their class which came after mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so the kids were younger than me, no one older than 16, but still. I can't say that my self-esteem wasn't affected. I did cry a bit, but I'm much better than I was last time, where I would cry for an hour or so and be depressed for the whole day. I'm made of stronger stuff now, so I recovered faster.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times where I feel thoroughly discouraged to continue my tap dance class. I mean, there are so many factors that motivate me to just give up and quit. My passion has never really reside in dance, nor do I have the talent for it. My dance teacher can be a dragon, although I know she means well, and I feel inadequate compared to my talented Shirley Temple-like tap dancer of a sister, who executes her exercises effortlessly. The aura in the dance class is not conducive for me due to all this, and my ego gets a bashing. On top of that, my tap dance examinations coincide with my A Level exam month, in the 8th or 9th Nov and therefore, I have to double my efforts and work hard for both A Levels and dance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I continue? Well, apart from the fact that my mom has already paid for my dance exam fees and it's only 6 weeks away, it would be such a waste if I quit now after 9 years of dancing. And it's my last year anyway; I plan to finish it. Once I have committed myself to carry out a task, I plan to finish it. It's a psychological complex: the Magnus Magnesson effect. Although there have been many, many times where I really felt like dropping tap once and for all, I decided to continue it because well, it's a skill and though it may not be extremely useful, it's nice to know that possess a skill which many people don't have. That thought gives me some comfort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do regret taking dance in the first place, because I don't have the talent for it, and that my other real talents, such as art and guitar-playing where not further explored and therefore I'm not really good in both of them. So that pretty much means I'm not really that great in anything; merely a Jack of All Trades. I wrote a poem about that once, but it's missing. However, I would like to post it up in my blog someday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me being me, I don't want to waste my time about worrying my troubles so much and devote my precious energy and thoughts to something more productive, like immersing myself in Law books. And devote a little (okay, alot) to some well-deserved escapism. Blogging is just one of my many escapes and like I said, an outlet for a written expression.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2913408707606014313?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2913408707606014313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2913408707606014313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2913408707606014313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2913408707606014313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-gosh-its-been-over-month.html' title='Oh gosh, it&apos;s been over a MONTH!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6069041237618099723</id><published>2008-08-27T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:13:14.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>MOCK AS LEVELS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good News&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad News&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Let's take a looksee at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad News&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; first. I like it that way so I can see save the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good News&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for later and be happified in the end instead of being depressed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;MOCK AS LEVEL EXAMS&lt;/strong&gt; are coming in 11 DAYS! Because of that, I'm a nervous wreck. I've got so much to revise that I feel overwhelmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My stuff is so DISORGANISED, I practically have to burrow through all of it just to find the study material that I need. And here I am, giving the same lame excuse that I barely have enough time to juggle between studying and CLEANING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't seem to have inspiration nowadays. I'm trying to aim something that is really high, yet I seem to have lost the initial motivation that I had for it. Shame, Naj, shame. I NEED this Mock AS Level results as my forecast for the university of my choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I haven't finished my cursed Personal Statement!! And I need to complete my 9th attempt! Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Seems that I can only blog on Wednesdays now! Gahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I worry too much. Need peace of mind. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, here comes &lt;strong&gt;The Good News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I found my &lt;strong&gt;USB CABLE!!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh joy :D Now I can upload my pics from my Cybershot &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm a bit more confident for my &lt;em&gt;Math&lt;/em&gt; now, yippee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I decided to change my study plan to staying up late and studying instead of waking up late and studying, which has not proven effective lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it appears that the Bad News far outnumbers the Good News, which is kinda sad. Weird though; it doesn't seem to badly affect me much , which is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6069041237618099723?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6069041237618099723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6069041237618099723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6069041237618099723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6069041237618099723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/mock-as-levels.html' title='MOCK AS LEVELS!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5781128288798038756</id><published>2008-08-20T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:12:34.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gah'/><title type='text'>STOP THINKING! -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this will sound so very wrong but... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WISH I COULD JUST STOP THINKING! O.O"''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody knock me out with an Abnormal Psychology Textbook, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5781128288798038756?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5781128288798038756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5781128288798038756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5781128288798038756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5781128288798038756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-thinking.html' title='STOP THINKING! -.-'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8737218830274636489</id><published>2008-08-20T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:04:18.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and more rant'/><title type='text'>Gah,Why Am I Cursed With Busy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, to my dear readers, huge apologies for the long absence from the blogging scene. Was away at Penang for the whole weekend. My uncle (who technically is the son of one of my grandmother's sisters; my grandmother happens to have 9 siblings by the way) was married at the family's house in Penang. Since my sister has school holidays the following week, my family extended their stay at Golden Sands Shangri-La until Monday. However, I had commitments in college so I returned to Kota Kemuning, Shah Alam with my grandparents instead who wanted to return home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, I LOVE staying at my grandparents house XD Not that I don't love staying at my OWN house with my OWN family, but there are a couple of privileges that I get there which I don't get in Ampang. Firstly, it shall be the obvious fact that my gp's house is located in SHAH ALAM, which is only 20 MINUTES away from Sunway, rather than my crib in KL which is a friggin 45 MINUTES. So of course, distance plays an important role here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, no one in Kemuning disturbs me when I'm there; they leave me alone and let me do my own thing. Not that they don't care about me, they just give me my own space that I adequately need. In Kemuning, only my gps, my aunt and her hubby and her two weally cute babies (Chinta is 2 years &amp;amp; Tuah is 8 months. Awesome names,no? XD) reside there. They're all busy doing their own thing, so they leave this college zombie alone to spend her quality time with her homework. In KL, 4 people also stay with me, but the noise level is totally different. My baby bro will be running around yelling for a diaper change and my mom and/or dad will be pestering me to do something for them. &lt;em&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: NAAAAAAJ! Oh NAAAAAJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: (was in the middle of Psychology revision, irritated) Yes?! What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: Just come here for a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: (shuffles over) What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: I want to sleep. Switch off the room light for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: *Sweatdrops* -.-"""""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering, YES this does actually happen. Can't do much about it. Sigh. In addition, since schools around Malaysia are having their holidays now, the Double Trouble twins (Nina and Nini; Amanina remembers them ;D ) are bunking in MY ROOM for a couple of days. They contribute a hell lot to the CHAOS factor in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Permit me to continue my rant.I've got a friggin Law test tomorrow on Civil Law and Tribunals, but most unfortunately, I'm stuck with helping my mom type, edit and print out a email for her tonight. She told me it would take only 10 minutes or so, but it took me a friggin 45 minutes! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, all the Psychology research, Law test revision,Math work and 8th attempt at my Personal Statement corrections to do will just have to be pushed to 4 am the following day, due to the circumstances that are beyond my control at my house right now. I'm used to waking up early anyway, there'll be less people disturbing me for this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siggggh. These are the times were I wish I was back in Kemuning; Atuk brewing me Milo and setting it in front of the TV while I typed away at my Sony VAIO. In a way, I can't wait to move into my hostel in Sunway next year; less disturbances. Or alternatively, there should be a "Leave-Amira Najwa-Alone" Week every month in my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8737218830274636489?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8737218830274636489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8737218830274636489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8737218830274636489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8737218830274636489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/gahwhy-am-i-cursed-with-busy-ness.html' title='Gah,Why Am I Cursed With Busy-ness'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5772419875541002083</id><published>2008-08-13T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:13:09.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embarassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Leonard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durian'/><title type='text'>Sorry Sir, I'll Make It Up With DURIANS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.intheknowtraveler.com/wp-content/upload/Durian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.intheknowtraveler.com/wp-content/upload/Durian2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gah, got in a spot of trouble with Mr Leonard (General Paper lecturer) today :( Damn, I must be seen as a troublemaker in his eyes. I really really, honestly didn't mean a thing! O.O But ah well, things happen. I shall make it up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo, accompanied William to the Durian festival (5-7pm) at college today. We only had to pay RM 8 for an all-you-can-eat fruit fest XD The A-Level crew: Fildza, Michelle, Junita, Amzarry and Ahilan were there to enjoy the day too. (They had a lovely picnic on the ground :) Personally, I really don't like durian. I mean,like what, I haven't eaten that fruit for over a year now! But after much persuasion (and peer pressure; everybody else was munching on durian whilst I stood there like a dumdum), I gave in and ate one ulas of durian! Yowza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Durian wasn't the only thing on the menu. There were mangosteens and rambutans to gobble on too. (Apparently my Psych classmate, Yong Meng, doesn't like rambutan because it's HAIRY -.-") I bet William enjoyed his "dinner" very much and ate till he wanted to puke blood XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5772419875541002083?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5772419875541002083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5772419875541002083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5772419875541002083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5772419875541002083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-sir-ill-make-it-up-with-durians.html' title='Sorry Sir, I&apos;ll Make It Up With DURIANS!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5770626276925865100</id><published>2008-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:43:15.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy Mckee-Drifting'/><title type='text'>Andy Mckee-Drifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Siiggh* You know, GOOD music is a great form of escapism. Here's Andy Mckee of Candyrat Records (you heard right! XD) with Drifting. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.candyrat.com/"&gt;http://www.candyrat.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more of his songs. Please enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5770626276925865100?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5770626276925865100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5770626276925865100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5770626276925865100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5770626276925865100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/andy-mckee-drifting.html' title='Andy Mckee-Drifting'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-336291999063993849</id><published>2008-08-12T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:49:55.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lots of stuff'/><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, received breaking news today. Won't deny that it badly hurt me :( I hate it when my head thinks too much and it shows on my face. Literally. Uneasiness takes control over my heart, engulfs and suffocates it. I want to be able to breathe a sigh of relief, but I find it difficult to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well. Nevertheless, I &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; let this distract me from my studies. Those string of As that I envisualise almost everyday will become a reality; I will make sure of that. No trivial thing will stand in my way and mess up my dream to enter an Awesome university. I may not be a naturally mentally strong person, but I have trained myself sufficiently. It may not be adequate, but it's something, as I let it develop bit by bit. I can do this. I'll be alright. Really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, enough depressing stuff. I'd like to post a shoutout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO ALL MY A LEVEL JAN '07 SENIORS, CONGRATS ON YOUR FABEAU RESULTS! YOU GUYS TOTALLY DESERVE IT! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an even bigger Shoutout to the A Level Seniors who helped with the Class of 2007 Graduation Ball/Ceremony, even though they were studying for A2 at the same time! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anne-Marie Choong, Adrian (Sr.) Lim , Carmen Chong, Karyn Khor and Kar Wai!&lt;/strong&gt; YOU GUYS ROCK MY SOCKS XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, my sis and I had a fun weekend with my neighbours on Sunday :P My neighbour, Hussein, and his mates, Syaira Leana, Faris Hussein and Akmal were hanging around Hussein's house from 5-7.30pm. Although Hussein (and his 7 sibs,gah!) have been my neighbours since...well,ever! (1998 and counting...) It's been ages since I've stepped into his compound. I reckon the last time was...last year's Raya? XP His mom served meatball &lt;em&gt;bakso. &lt;/em&gt;Later on, we laughed our asses off during how many friggin rounds of bluff. I don't really get a chance to hang out with my neighbour and his mates often, as I have college and they have to study for SPM. So, although it was simple and only a short period of time, it was very meaningful to me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah! 2 VERY,VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENTS TO BE MADE! (Well, t me and Nadia anyways :P) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) GOSSIP GIRL SEASON 2 SNEAK PEEK IS OUT ON YOUTUBE!&lt;/strong&gt; So to the Chuck-Blairers, Serena worshippers and Nate droolers, go check it out for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Spoiler ahead**: Nate is currently having a relationship with ...(dot,dot,dot)! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yours truly has her very OWN GUITAR!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(finally :P)&lt;/em&gt; And she's got HER own name! I don't feel like revealing, so have a go at guessing it yourselves ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-336291999063993849?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/336291999063993849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=336291999063993849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/336291999063993849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/336291999063993849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5539247172673419225</id><published>2008-08-08T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:36:47.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my blog&apos;s easy as ABC'/><title type='text'>Elementary School Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE NYAAH?! @_@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="blog readability test" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/elementary_school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How degrading -.- Apparently if you can't read my blog, &lt;strong&gt;YOU'RE NOT SMARTER THAN A 5TH GRADER,&lt;/strong&gt; after all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it's because my blog's fairly new; 5 months old. But whatever. At least it's kid-friendly,no? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5539247172673419225?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5539247172673419225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5539247172673419225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5539247172673419225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5539247172673419225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/elementary-school-material.html' title='Elementary School Material'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4132778607226437675</id><published>2008-08-07T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:18:18.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff that happened in college'/><title type='text'>High 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aight. So. I should only have &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; sentences to summarise up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I'm happy. Quite. For certain reasons :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a fool. Thought I got into trouble in the musical, but luckily Mr K was cool about it :D But I still feel like a dork &gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got an "Energizing Japanese Coral Pendant" from Mama because she says that it'll help boost my energy level and make me feel less tired. She also insists that I wear it ALL the time. Except in the shower :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Jia Yong from Science 4 lost his wallet today :( He had his IC, cash and everything vital in there. Poor guy, I hope he finds it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I also have an Awesome Paper 3 Intergration quiz for Math tomorrow -.- Joy to the world. What a way to end a college week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that should be about it. Oh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last important detail:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18TH TO YEANG SU-LYN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(AKA Ms Yeang, to me XD )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-4132778607226437675?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4132778607226437675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4132778607226437675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4132778607226437675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4132778607226437675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/high-5.html' title='High 5!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2281018590142689249</id><published>2008-08-04T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:07:20.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being dumb in class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stamina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college mates'/><title type='text'>Venti of Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't mind me, just one of these fortnightly I-shall-vent-my-ass-off-for-crappy-reasons post. I shaleth vent out me frustrations as I have a Venti of frustrations now, haha. Ok, FINE,don't laugh, see if I care -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got back my two GP essays from Leonard today which I DELIBIRATELY stayed up till 2.30AM TO FRIGGIN WRITE (I mean, can't the man be a &lt;em&gt;bit more gracious&lt;/em&gt;? Ok, I'm being whiny) and boy, what fabeau marks I got, oh yes -.-" I didn't know that both would turn out that bad. I mean, I did think &lt;em&gt;really carefully&lt;/em&gt; before I wrote anything, but apparently wasn't good enough. My marks weren't &lt;em&gt;that bad&lt;/em&gt; lah, but I didn't expect them to be that low either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I felt especially lost in Psychology. Ms Ida's right though. It's already August and I still haven't grasped the proper style of writing the essay answers yet. Okay, Ms Ida did say "we" and not just towards me, but I did take it to heart lah. Normally in Psych I am actually PSYCHED for Psych XD but today I felt nothing more than a fool. Well, almost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, today was a generally exceptional day in college whereby I just felt PLAIN DUMB. Okay, debate with me, it's not that I'm a total moron (not that I am actually :P) but it's just &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; of those days where you just have not stepped it up a notch although you have been in PRE-U for the last 7 MONTHS or so. I still feel like a little juvenile, with no knowledge of the actual world and whatnot. I NEED to &lt;strong&gt;READ, RESEARCH and REVISE&lt;/strong&gt; more, and I don't care if I don't have enough stamina for it; I just have to keep on going, albeit one step at a time. Sure, &lt;em&gt;I don't have enough energy to supply my body for one whole day&lt;/em&gt;, but I &lt;strong&gt;gotta&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm &lt;em&gt;on my feet for more than 12 hours a day&lt;/em&gt;, but I guess in the life of Amira Najwa &lt;strong&gt;it's not enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure cooker has increased tenfold. Come on Naj, you gotta step up your game. You wanna get friggin straight As for AS, don't cha? You wanna go to UK, don't cha? And get that FRIGGIN SCHOLARSHIP?! Then...stop complaining your silly sack off and &lt;strong&gt;MOVE ALREADY!&lt;/strong&gt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: No Najwas were actually harmed in the making of this blog. However, there have been frequent cases of reported sleep-deprived ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2281018590142689249?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2281018590142689249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2281018590142689249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2281018590142689249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2281018590142689249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/venti-of-frustration.html' title='Venti of Frustration'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5119147705182402564</id><published>2008-08-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:02:48.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chiu Mun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you, it is NOT easy to raise a baby -.- No, I am not complaining, but it's a universal fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My babey brudder is no exception. It is also a known fact that having a baby around the house brings A LOT of JOY and HAPPINESS to the family :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My dad comes back home early, my mom has a lil one to look after when Nads and yours truly go abroad to study. And everyday I have a reason to laugh as my family's antics crack me up like an egg! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some notable quotes from my family for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Some offensive material. Be warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama: Get ready BOYS! We're getting out of the car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: Hah?! I'm not a boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Obviously he means he's a MAN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama: Then what are you? A &lt;em&gt;pondan?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Okay Akmal! Kakak will get you your panties,okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Akmal: COPTER! (He means his helicopter briefs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A few mins later)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Akmal! Here are your panties~ (plops briefs onto bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama: Um,Naj. These are his &lt;em&gt;swimsuit&lt;/em&gt; panties lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama: Okay Akmal! Put on your &lt;em&gt;panties!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: What &lt;em&gt;PANTIES?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Panties&lt;/em&gt; are for GIRLS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: (having a conversation with Nad about nerds) To be honest, I'm PROUD to be a nerd! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: (interrupting, looks at me ONE kind) Naj, why do you call yourself as a &lt;em&gt;nerd? &lt;/em&gt;Pfft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama: Hah?! Speak for yourself! Naj, when we were dating, your dad and I had one argument. I wanted to go to a party but he wanted to go to the &lt;em&gt;LIBRARY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Okay, so this IS NOT a family quote but Chiu Mun is like family to me anyway :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiu Mun: Babe, I have so much oil on my face, we can use to gorengkan telur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiu Mun (updated): I have so much oil on my face, we can use it to combat the raising prices of oil lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, my family &lt;em&gt;one kind&lt;/em&gt; only la XP Anyhoo, got some piccies of my brother that I stole from Nadia's blog. Feast your eyes on the cuteness that is my bruddah AKMAL :P The pics are taken at Kelab Darul Ehsan's (KDE) playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoJHiiMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Am-Ea2Zrn1c/s1600-h/tangga1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284044484380866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoJHiiMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Am-Ea2Zrn1c/s320/tangga1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whee! I'm climbing up the stairs to slide~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoRLEVPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LSUje8ovo8A/s1600-h/tangga2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284046646662386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoRLEVPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LSUje8ovo8A/s320/tangga2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzogT7IDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ku-uOUXYtwU/s1600-h/ready.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284050710339634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzogT7IDI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ku-uOUXYtwU/s320/ready.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm posing first before sliding~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoprxTRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/29os84m-Deo/s1600-h/slide2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284053226278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoprxTRI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/29os84m-Deo/s320/slide2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Down the slide I go! WHOOSH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoiGKJJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/x2EGDsuDlw0/s1600-h/slide3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230284051189474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoiGKJJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/x2EGDsuDlw0/s320/slide3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay!! I'm down the slide! Nak pergi lagi!! :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5119147705182402564?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5119147705182402564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5119147705182402564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5119147705182402564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5119147705182402564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SJWzoJHiiMI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Am-Ea2Zrn1c/s72-c/tangga1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-939501736916615397</id><published>2008-08-03T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:49:51.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breeze'/><title type='text'>Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another one of my poems. Did it while waiting for Fildza to photocopy last Wednesday, 30th July 2008 :P Was trying to think of words that express my love for the wind, and also wanted to create a poem that sarts with a B. Okay, kinda crappy, didn't really capture, wasn't totally inspired as I was in a rush. But whatever, was in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breeze&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the foyer I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gazing beyond the antics of teenage boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching the branches synchronize &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the currents of the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see green leaves fluttering gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whilst I hear students chatting away happily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, why wouldn't anyone be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the gentle breeze that calms you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the wind against your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the unseen fluttering your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hear our voices being carried away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transmitting throughout the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun with its' ferocious rays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot force through the shelter I reside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot penetrate and burn me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the sweet breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowing lightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sifting through balconies and tiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Escaping through gaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even through the stairs it flows up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing my skirt upwards as I descend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course no man can see the breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But feel it as you tuck your hair back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it cool you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uplift you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it cools down the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyone on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need a little breeze now and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-939501736916615397?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/939501736916615397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=939501736916615397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/939501736916615397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/939501736916615397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/breeze.html' title='Breeze'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2245552474015300270</id><published>2008-08-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:14:53.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal statement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends blogs and pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The 5th Attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got off the phone with Sam. Apparently her sis, Shawn, is getting married sometime this month in Singapore. Sam says that her family thinks that he's the perfect man for Shawn. Congrats to the Hoh family and especially Shawn, as the first child to get married :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh me goddyness, just realised that it's already the 3rd day of August and it's been AGES since I've last blogged, let alone went to other people's blogs. I dunnolarh, not much to be blogged lately from my hemisphere. In a way, I'm glad because if there's less stuff for me to blog, then that usually means my life has been going less hectic lately and more smooth cruisin'. I usually blog more when I'm high, or when I'm emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I mean that there's NOTHING going on in my life at all. There's the AUSMAT talent time that my A Level crew went for. (Pictures can be viewed in Amanina Rahman's blog). Before that, they went for a karaoke session at Red Box, Sunway Pyramid as a going-away party before YB Amzar goes holidaying at the Land Down Under for one week! Grrr YB, how come you get all the fun?! :P Apparently "some" people who said they won't be singing did some after all, eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend before my chums also went to Sungai Congkak for some well-deserved de-stressing and detoxifying. They also went to the childrens' home in Subang were they entertained the kids and kept them company :) (Pictures can be viewed in Fatin Azhar's blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who were wondering about my latest attempt on my personal statement, (5th attempt mind you XP) it has FINALLY BEEN ACCEPTED! :D Ms Helen recommended my 4th attempt to Ms Ida who altered it a little so it can capture more of my essence. The students mentor is the one who has to write the students reference for university since he/she knows the student the best. In this case, since I'm applying early, Ms Ida will be in charge of altering my PS so that it would be deemed suitable for the application. I have to say Ms Ida did capture my personality in her writing well, and I was very happy with the end product, the 5th attempt :) It has everything that I want it to contain and mention, like a little bit of each thing that shapes my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Okay, so maybe it hasn't been screened throughly yet. My next obstacle would be Mr Leonard, who will be in charge of editing my personal statement for grammatical errors , punctuation and the like. He's a lil aggravated &gt;:P with me because I didn't give it to him on the 28th of July, the "supposed" due date for the draft. Hey, cut me some slack lah, the friggin thing had to be redone a total of 5 TIMES! Okay and yes, I'm exaggerating; he wouldn't actually be angry with anybody and he was just teasing me. However, he did criticise me when I handed in the 5th attempt, since there was this one sentence that had a CAPITAL LETTER WORD. But Ms Helen said it would make the PS more "personal"! But ahh,to each his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In addition, my tap is getting worser and worser by the day T.T I can't help it if I come back home late and exhausted which makes it difficult for me to practise. Ms Sonia's not at all happy with my lack of progression. And I evidently know I'm not the best dancer, so that's even more heart-breaking -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, I'm not emo-ing, just a lil frustrated. Jeff's over at my house now,focusing on his Math whilst I'm typing away on my blog. Better get my head out of cyberspace and into Differentiation &amp;amp; Intergration, Naj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2245552474015300270?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2245552474015300270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2245552474015300270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2245552474015300270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2245552474015300270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/08/5th-attempt.html' title='The 5th Attempt'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8584329060836788462</id><published>2008-07-27T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:43:02.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duel drums battle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godsmack'/><title type='text'>Godsmack the Drum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought this would be a good video to share. Need a dose of rock visuals and sounds to adrenalise me with :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Godsmack : Duel Drums Battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sully Erna &amp;amp; Shannon Larkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBi89_5-wp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBi89_5-wp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8584329060836788462?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8584329060836788462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8584329060836788462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8584329060836788462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8584329060836788462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/godsmack-drum.html' title='Godsmack the Drum!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5322785397200036252</id><published>2008-07-26T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:33:41.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Moi Tap Isa Very The Disappointing :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bugger. I sure let Ms Sonia down this time. My tap becomes even more horrendous as the weeks pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit my tap has become even more cruddier since I lack of practise. I can't even hear my sounds! It's like my tap shoes are not reaching the floor :( Ms Sonia said to us that we're not taking our tap seriously enough. Otherwise,how are we ever going to pass the torturous exam of Advanced 2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;In case you lot were wondering, Ms Sonia's my tap dance teacher and previously taught me Modern dance as well. She has been my dance teacher ever since I was five. She opened her dance school, Puppetshoulder Danceworks (I know,"interesting name" right :P) in 1995, so that makes me one of her first students. I regretted not doing ballet because according to my mom, I didn't want to learn it anymore after I learned it from a previous dance school before Ms Sonia's. Apparently Mama said I didn't like. Well, thanks a lot, naive 5 year old me, missed out on my chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hence, my mom registered me for Modern dance. Nadia only came in when she was five herself, which was 1997, and then she joined my class in 1998. Mama found it more convenient for the both of us to dance in the same class, so she didn't have to pick us up from separate classes. Me and my sister only started tap in 1999, when she first opened her class for newbies. Sam and Sarah also joined as well, but Sam had to quit before finishing her final level :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth is, I'm not a great dancer, that's my sister Nadia. She was practically born for dancing, I tell you. She can replicate the dance steps as it's supposed to look like O.O She knows how to move her body properly, as opposed to kaku ol' me who sometimes makes the dance look odd T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, I have this principle to always try my best whenever I do something. I may not be the best dancer, but I reckon I'm pretty aight. My lecturer, Mr Kingsley in my college, has entrusted me to choreograph a waltz, which I managed to do XD And it's actually pretty nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, back to Ms Sonia. Nad has this opinion that dance teachers are natural perfectionists, they will be aggressive when they have to, to make the dancing perfect.Ms Sonia graduated from a dance school in UK, and the training there is ferocious. I admire Ms Sonia in many ways. She went through a lot when she was younger. When she was still in pri. and sec. school, she had to attend dance classes everyday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She also graduated from A Levels at Sunway College! XD (During her time, it was in PJ) She stayed in Klang last time, so she had to take TWO buses from Sunway just to return home in Klang. (Reminds me of Adrian, but he's got his brother who picks him up in a car!!) So that makes 3 people in my whole class who attended or graduated from a programme in Sunway; Ms Sonia, Sarah Loke (CIMP) and myself (A Levels). Ms Sonia even did FOUR SUBJECTS, and got ALL As for them! Yipes. But then during her time ALL her classes ended about 1.30 or so. (How is that possible?) So Nad, you have to uphold the tradition of us tap people going to Sunway yarr? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when she did her A Levels, she still attended dance classes everyday. I think she did ballet, tap &amp;amp; modern, the typical 3-dance combination. She did say that because of her tight schedule, she didn't have much time to spend with her friends :( However, she achieved her dream of being offered a dance scholarship to UK, and studied there with famed choreographers like Linda Jasmine. Linda Jasmine's good, but I of course choose Ms Sonia over her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I officially feel guilty now. Ms Sonia had to sacrifice her social life to be the successful person that she is today. My complaints about college are petty, compared to her experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, to be a dancer, a lot of sacrifices have to be made. I had to swallow my pride and tears when I received a hell lot of scoldings and yelling from her. She was more aggressive when I was younger and had no hesitation to scream to the dancers. I can recall the times when shouts "RUBBISH! Do it again!", "You're not giving your all! I need to see more emotion!", "I cannot hear your taps, girl!". It's natural for dance teachers to have favourites, but I was never one of them. I'm not saying that she doesn't care for me, but it's natural for human behavior to show favouritism. Sometimes it just can't be help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no doubt my self-esteem was affected. I remember coming home after dance and just bawled to Mama. Mama did ask me "If you don't enjoy it, what's the point of going? I can withdraw you anytime." But I didn't, no. Whenever I'm committed to something, I finish it till the end. Whether or not the outcome is awesome, the journey is what matters the most. And well, for the basic reason that I well, indeed LOVE dancing :) I always deny it, because I don't feel that I have the right to say I'm a dancer, since I don't think I'm really good enough to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adrian says there's this one girl in Youtube who speaks like me! He says that it's because she's a dancer as well, and expects everyone under her teaching to know how to dance properly O.- Apparently he thinks that most dancers are like that. Okay, so I CAN get carried away when I teach the dance. Call it psychological, but yah, dancers are wired to be perfectionists. I reckon it's because the training we receive from our STRICT dance teachers ended up making us this way; we subconciously demand for perfection from our dancers. But I don't think I'm half as strict or even 1/8th as Ms Sonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever said dancing is namby-pamby and not respectful should have him/ herself impaled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5322785397200036252?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5322785397200036252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5322785397200036252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5322785397200036252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5322785397200036252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/moi-tap-isa-very-disappointing.html' title='Moi Tap Isa Very The Disappointing :('/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7204116627795735518</id><published>2008-07-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:26:11.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess Ai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal statement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog name'/><title type='text'>Sin qua non!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 12.31am and I have only just started writing my 3rd attempt for my university application personal statement. I couldn't think of anything to write, so I thought that if I pen down and start typing words into my blog, maybe it'll get my mind jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I admit that my 1st attempt wasn't personal AT ALL, it was just me writing down my family's tradition of attending UK universities and I have to continue this legacy bla bla bla. Not me at all really. I did this 1st attempt in a rush. I was following the advice that my grandpa gave me but alas, I think I went much too far and spoke too much about it. I wanted to impress Atuk by showing how "intellectual" our family is, but ended up impressing no one, especially myself, grrr. I reckon he just wanted me to mention a bit about it in my personal statement. Sorry Atuk :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I handed in my 2nd attempt today, which caused me to be HALF AN HOUR LATE for GP since I did it before I left for college at 10.30am. Luckily, thank the Roman gods, Mr Leonard didn't fine me or anything. However, I felt mucho guilty for coming in late; I hate disrupting the class and I despise being left behind in discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the similarity between the two attempts? I was in a rush and did not do much soul-searching for both. I didn't take the time to pen down my thoughts and make it come from the heart. Ms Ida said that my 2nd attemot was too artificial. Ms Helen, the head manager at Sunway International Education Centre (IEC) who helps send students overseas to the Uni of their choice said that it was suitable for a general UCAS statement, but not a University application personal statement. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that for university applications you had to be quite formal as not to appear childish. If I were to write formally, I thought I'd appear more mature. But apparently this is not the case. I feel like I'm at my wit's end. Note I said "feel", not "am". I think I've got enough brain juice to produce a raw, heartfelt statement but I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO BRING IT OUT. It's like writing a GP essay; you have the intention of saying something, but you can't put it in words and say it. Mr Leonard always says to write what you feel and what you think but it's not as easy as it seems. The "tip of the tongue" phenomenon, as I would call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I showed my 2nd attempt to my A Level Crew. Shaaira said it's not me. Like Ms Ida, she wants me to let my true personality out in my writing. Fatin says that I should write like what I write in my blog. Then I realised, "Hey,that's true! I should write like how I blog. Personal, raw, passionate, heartfelt and emotional." However, the way I'm blogging in this post feels like formal language at my fingertips. Feels too proper. As I typed those last two sentences out, an uneasy feeling crept across my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh. Well, of course I'm frustrated but I won't let that stop me from trying again. I'm the type who doesn't give up easily. I do like challenges; I like to be challenged because the feeling you get from overcoming a challenge you think you would never be able to do makes you realise how much ability you actually have. Plus, you become more experienced and gradually stronger. Like parasailing or Math, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this may seem out of topic, but I've been WAITING FOR EONS to post this up. I FOUND MY LATIN EQUIVALENT TO MY BLOG NAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raison d^etre = "Sin qua non" / Reason for being (existence)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr Leonard told us that during GP, I was really ecstatic! XD Heh,so for those people who've been wondering; now you know what it means ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh, and this news made me topple over my study chair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COURTNEY LOVE&lt;/em&gt; HAS A &lt;em&gt;MANGA&lt;/em&gt; LOOSELY BASED ON HER OWN LIFE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNFAIIIIIRRRRRR &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO NOT FAIR! How come SHE gets her own manga?! Okay fine, so she's blastedly rich and famous and can afford it, she likes manga too, yada yada yada; don't give me that shit. It's called "Princess Ai". Apparently she's a princess from another dimension/ planet who was taken away from her world and got lost in ours. She wakes up dazed and confused on modern-day Tokyo, and ends up befriending a rocker guy named (I think) Kent. From that day on, Ai's adventures start as she becomes a world-famous rock star with the help of Kent who helped jumpstart her career by introducing her to a record label, and who eventually became Ai's love interest. Note that "Ai" is the Japanese word for "LOVE" :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This manga is an adaptation loosely based on Courtney Love's life and her husband, Nirvana band member, the late Kurt Cobain. She colloborated and conspired the idea with DJ Milky, CEO of Tokyopop, the leading manga company in the United States. Ai Yazawa, the acclaimed and famed illustrator who's notorious works include the stylish ensembles in "Paradise Kiss" and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's also been my dream to create a manga of my own :3 (But NOT to have the manga revolve around MY LIFE lah, what you think?!) I have a somewhat gappy plot line and characters for my manga, but still not quite so formed yet, with many potholes here and there. Plus, I'm not that great of an artist. I'd like to take art classes but I have to hold on to that as I still have to complete my studies first. I was strategizing to create a series of novels first, since my talent lies in writing instead and not so much on art and hopefully some illustrator or manga editor would take an interest and adapt it into a manga or anime someday! :3 :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a person of many dreams, as you can probably tell by now. Very healthy imagination, eh? ;) Then again, many people are like me too. I have so many dreams I want to make come true (and with a LOT of hope, they just might). But my priority now would so have to be my personal statement and my studies, which I have so got to get back to now before the clock strikes 2 in the morning -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7204116627795735518?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7204116627795735518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7204116627795735518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7204116627795735518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7204116627795735518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/sin-qua-non.html' title='Sin qua non!!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6324428988263254198</id><published>2008-07-20T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:32:25.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Double Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to give a shout out to TWO July Babies, one that I should have announced a long long time ago, and one that is the shining star of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18TH TO HO "ZANY" ZENGIE!! (20th July 1990)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; of course,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED TO SAMUEL CHONG!! (11th July 1990)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue music: ~ Celebrate good times COME ON!~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6324428988263254198?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6324428988263254198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6324428988263254198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6324428988263254198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6324428988263254198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/double-birthdays.html' title='Double Birthdays'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-5072724702552801852</id><published>2008-07-19T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:34:48.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Youtube Crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become so Youtube crazy these days. My fetish for waltzes to rock music has been satisfied with another gorgeous piece by Jean Marc of SYTYCD fame. Performed by Katee and Joshua, this is dedicated to Ms Amanina as well, since "Iris" by Googoo Dolls is one of the songs she has on repeat :D&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_53U9SrGRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_53U9SrGRA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another tubey by Lacey and Danny, also known as "Dancey"! (So cute! XD) A scintillating sexy piece of Samba choreographed by Dmitry, top 10 ex-contestant of SYTYCD of the previous season. A fantasy to perform.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IE-4JbKbK2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IE-4JbKbK2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-5072724702552801852?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/5072724702552801852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=5072724702552801852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5072724702552801852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/5072724702552801852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/youtube-crazy.html' title='Youtube Crazy!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7415313838700452918</id><published>2008-07-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:33:59.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college mates'/><title type='text'>College mates are right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to agree with my college mates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I agree with Fildza that she tends to blog more when she's emotional. Same goes for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I agree with Nina that I'm disorganised. I'll talk more about this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I agree with Fatin that charity takes your mind of things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been 10 friggin days since I've blogged. I feel so...NOT DEDICATED, ARGH! XP I don't want to be a blogger that has a blog but neglects it. That defeats the whole purpose of having a blog doesn't it? Fy did tell me that a blog shouldn't be a burden, which I make it sound to be :P But no, it isnt really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's not much to blog about nowadays. But I have hundreds and hundreds of snapshots to post up! But me, being the Swiss-cheese brain person that I am, I can't post up any pictures for now? Why,you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOST MY BLASTED USB CABLE FOR MY SONY CYBERSHOT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cries~ I don't store my piccies in a memory card. I usually upload them via a USB cable, which I so conveniently MISPLACED. It's somewhere around my stuy area, but it's cluttered with so much of my junk, that I have no idea where to start looking. I reckon it should be somewhere near the stationary box, but I checked there before and surprise! Ain't there -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Categories of piccies that I have yet upload:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) KLIA pics, seeing my family members of to Umrah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Penang and Singapore pics, with pics of Michelle and Sam respectively XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) CHEER 2008 PICS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Yesterday's events that I went with my mom, a Spa opening and a Wanita Perkim Charity event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Papa's birthday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) My parents anniversary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) Loads and loads more that I have been so lazy to put up, but I think it's time to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice Cheer 2008 was in Caps? Well, last weekend I attended the National Interschool Cheerleading Competition, also known as Cheer 200_ (Depends on the year, such as this year 2008) My sister's cheer captain of my school's cheer squad! XD This year, we have combined the two previous squads, Southern Star and Anchorz into one team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheer 2008 takes place on two conscutive days. For the first day of Cheer 2008, my sister's team obtained TOP 15 out of a total of 43 squads! Cheers people :D But we are not quite sure of our standing for the second day, as the Star newspaper hasn't published the ranking or anything whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, here are the results of the overall competition. A big Congratulations to all the Winners! :) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shirtliff from SMK Seri Bintang Utara won THREE awards, with Best Showmanship, The Merit Award (No Penalty award), and overall Champion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dynamitez from SMK Damansara Jaya won 1st runner up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stunners from SM Sri KDU won 2nd runner up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Titans from SMJK Ave Maria Convent, Ipoh won 4th place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Xavier from SMK Convent Bukit Nanas won 5th place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Silkygirl Makeup award for Best Makeup went to (in reverse order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Cyrens from SM Sri KL (Fildza's school! :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) D*Starz from SMK (P) Sri Aman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Titans from Ave Maria Convent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Galaxie Magazine Best Cheer award went to Vibrant from Puteri Titiwangsa Girls School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Dressed chosen by acclaimed Malaysian supermodel, Deborah Priya Henry went to Sparklerz from SMK SS17, Subang Jaya with their Superman-inspired outfits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Newcomer went to Pirates All-Boys from SMK Cochrane. I must say their performance was very spirited, and adorable as well! :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there were any awards that I have left out, please comment on my Chatbox on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to give a personal shout out to al the cheerleaders from Southanchorz. To all the co-captains,music mixers,costume designers,food sponsors and so forth; I'm VERY proud of you all for giving everything you've got during Cheer 2008.And I mean EVERYTHING; your time,energy,money $ and especially,YOUR DEDICATION to the sport. I am most admirable to people who give everything they have to something they love and are passionate about. You guys deserve the praise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the newbies, I wanna say that you did a magnificent job at Cheer although it was your first time participating. And to ALL, although you were very nervous and anxious (trust me, I should know ;) before stepping out onto that blue mat, you did a fantastic job of overcoming all that and bringing a great show for the audience to see. And although there were a few mishaps, do not worry about it so much, because things do happen and sometimes nerves and exhaustion get the best of you. Being in a sport is not about winning, it's about the sense of COMMITMENT; the feeling of working together as a team,getting to know each other &amp;amp; making new friends :) ; and the unforgettable experience of being a cheerleader or an athlete.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, I am the most proudest of my sister, Nadia Amir. Hey Nad, if you're reading this, I just want to say that you did an AMAZING job at being cheer captain. Being a previous cheer captain, I really do know how you feel when you undertake the task of being cheer captain, and believe us, it is NOT easy. I knew you were the right person for the job, and it was you who lead both the novices and seniors to make the school proud by continuing to represent the SBS team for cheer. It was YOU who showed them the way to become great cheerleaders. KUDOS to you dear sis :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always been a cheerleader at heart. Sad to say, it's a great possibility that next year will be my last year to attend the Cheer 200_ competition, as I'll be going to further my studies overseas. Nevertheless, I carry the spirit of a cheerleader within me (and not as a ghost "spirit" mind you -.-) and continue to give support and spirit to anyone who needs a cheerleader themselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more than + cheerleaders = &lt;em&gt;INSPIRATION&lt;/em&gt; leaders XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7415313838700452918?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7415313838700452918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7415313838700452918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7415313838700452918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7415313838700452918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-mates-are-right.html' title='College mates are right'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-1637986716983850257</id><published>2008-07-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:10:24.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waltz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rushing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workaholic'/><title type='text'>Workaholism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear old Ms Fatin has revealed something exceptionally disturbing when we were online this evening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;ergh,tummyache again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;because of the indigestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;no,now is coz lack of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;but the ironic thing is,i dont want to eat,but my tummy says yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;well, your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;why dont you want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno! its like,im too overenergized and too engrossed in my work that i dont feel like stopping to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;zomg.are those the signs of a WORKAHOLIC?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;say no say no please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;SHITT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;SHITT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;me no likey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;i told you to say noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;you cant tell me what to say -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatin the Sleeping Beauty says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;no,i wanted you to say that so i can be in denial,but im just being lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Empathetic says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As Einsteinium would say, "Oh my flaming balls of Jupiter!" (Up to you, dear reader, how you'd like to interpret "balls"). It's scary though. I'm worried I'll end up nutrition- and subsequently, energy-deprived by the end of the day. I feel like that nowadays though. Would really like to take a whole friggin college day off, but then my grades would be affected. Furthermore, there's so much I need to do and it's not like I can drop everything and fly off to some tropical island somewhere for some well-needed rest. Or even go to Pyramid and chill for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following was my schedule for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note, I carried two bags today.One for college folders and the other containing 5 white top hats and tap shoe bag for rehearsals during the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Note,the extra babble is to show how much energy I used up with limited food intake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.30- Woke Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.20- Dropped Nadia and cuzzies to school in Cheras,KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.00- Reached Sunway,met Sleeping Beauty and the A Level gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.30- Psychology class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9.30- Went to Ms Ida's room on 2nd floor to leave rehearsal bag, then off to cafeteria to meet Jeff and Su-Lyn. Did Math (Trigo). Didn't feel like eating, minum teh tarik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.30- Went to fetch rehearsal bag. Door locked. Ran from 2nd floor to ground and bumped into Ms Wong.Borrowed keys to access Ms Ida's room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11.00- Met up with Sean for rehearsal. Ended up listening to music mix instead at the Printing Room in the Monash block on 2nd floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11.30- Managed to find Sunway block on 1st floor after getting lost in the Monash block. Went up to 3rd floor for Law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12.30- Went to Ground floor to collect forgotten purse and cellphone from Papa. Teh tarik was paid by lovely Su-Lyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.30- Finish Law.Then Math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.30- Went to dance studio for rehearsal with Sean et.al.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.30- General Paper class. Managed to grab Sardine and Hot Dog buns from cafeteria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4.30- Again rehearsal with Sean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.00- A Level Musical practise with Mr Kingsley and friends. Also known as Anggamuthu Jones and the 40 plus Strawberries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.00- Left Sunway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.00- Reached home. AT LONG LAST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, in a nutshell, I can sum it up in a few words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A BREAK~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, to point out the obvious, I get excruciatingly tired after a long, LONG tiresome day. However, I still feel the adrenaline pumping in me to do something. Must be a bloody side effect from doing so much work the whole day. I guess I can use this newfound epinephrine to rechoreograph the waltz I'm doing for the musical video. Need to modify it, don't think it's that good yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, spotted this Youtube Video as I was searching for waltz choreography. A Viennese waltz performed by Lacey and Danny of famed "So You Think You Can Dance, America". (Wow,my first Youtube viddy! What a milestone XD). I have to say &lt;strong&gt;I FELL IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; with this dance. Lacey's indigo-purple adorned with black lace dress is so &lt;em&gt;drop-dead gorgeous,&lt;/em&gt; with the breezy pale scarf and flowing skirt. The camera angles really captured all the right corners of the dance and bringing out it's essence. The choreography by Jean-Marc was so spectacular, combined with Lacey and Danny's adaptation of the choreo was a match made in heaven. In short, this whole dance was just... &lt;strong&gt;SO MAGICAL.&lt;/strong&gt; I still get choked up even as I watched it for the dozenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBFq6JiE-6E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NBFq6JiE-6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What really sucks is that I'm expected to give &lt;strong&gt;my all &lt;/strong&gt;in almost all of what I do. I have to grasp concepts and choreography within a single snap of my fingers. A very mentally draining job indeed. But well, as Ms Wong says, "This is where the TRUE hard work begins". And boy, is she ever so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s: To Fatin, Su-Lyn, Jeff and Melanie; &lt;strong&gt;thank you so much&lt;/strong&gt; for the usage of your handphones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s/s: To Neesh and Su-Lyn; &lt;strong&gt;thanks to you both&lt;/strong&gt; for lending my poor sappy butt -.-" much-needed money. I so owe you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/s/s/s: To Nina; damn funny la you today! :D :D But you &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; tell me one day what you said in GP that I didn't catch and made everyone laugh their eyeballs out :P&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-1637986716983850257?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/1637986716983850257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=1637986716983850257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1637986716983850257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1637986716983850257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/workaholism.html' title='Workaholism'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8056563357885891508</id><published>2008-07-08T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:39:33.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Why Can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank god for the arts . Especially drawing and poetry. It completes the jigsaw puzzle of my soul. &lt;strong&gt;Very&lt;/strong&gt; soul-nourishing. Losing myself to the escapism that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for you all to ponder, a free verse poem that I myself authored some time ago. Call it "artistic license":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why Can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can everyone else be moody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can everyone else feel troubled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But again, not me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must I contain these feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I legally bound to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I've made myself a promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still feel so helpless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Must I be the one who is neutral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While everyone is emotional?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So temperemental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I disdain this aura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surrounding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Engulfing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thus, suffocating me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An explosion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With pieces of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scattered all over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like dewdrops shimmering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On those fragments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like a cursed genie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a glossy bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smooth on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A slave on the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, just let me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't suppress no longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not shackled to anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No servant with a fake facade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show that at least one person smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But alas, I'm a joker to the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Tis a joke to fool myself indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8056563357885891508?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8056563357885891508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8056563357885891508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8056563357885891508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8056563357885891508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-come.html' title='Why Can?'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2574085002948382698</id><published>2008-07-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:43:16.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='residential college apartments'/><title type='text'>Condo Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I would love to post up pics that I took with my Cybershot. And an array of lovely pics that I took too :P But the fact that I have to UPLOAD from my CAMERA, then EDIT it in Picasa, then UPLOAD according to ARRANGEMENT, and THEN I get to view it in my blog -.- Not easy, not easy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But now that I think about it, there are more important things that I need to focus on rather than pleasing my readers with lovely photographs and witty captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a serious discussion with my mom and sis at the dinner table. Told her I finally made up my mind that I WILL go for my tertiary education commencing SEPT 2009. And at UK at that, to do my LAW degree. That, is my personal wish to fulfill. My mom agreed that I'd be ready by next year, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then the issue of ACCOMODATION came up. I said that I think I'm ready to live on my own in an apartment when I do go overseas next year, since I don't really need to be around in the house anymore. I come back from college late, so I end up only seeing them about 6 hours a day (since I'll be sleeping the rest of the night, duh). To be honest, I don't spend much time with my family anymore. Usually on every weekend, we go out to a mall or eat dinner outside or whatever, but lately,no. Not really. So I feel it's my time to finally "fly from the nest", you might say :P Not because that I don't care or love them anymore. I still do, definitely. Love 'em to bits &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Nad (my sis) and dear old mommy questioned me "Why don't you start staying in the Sunway College hostel/condominium now?" (As in, not "NOW at this very moment" la, maybe by early August or so?) I was actually quite surprised when MY MOM said that, because she's the one who was advising me to take a gap year, yada yada. Maybe she's grown accustomed to me reaching home so late, so she's a bit more comfortable now. Besides, my parents still have Akmal (3 year old baby bro :) to pamper :P and Nadia to monitor XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they don't have to deal with me so much anymore. So when my mom and Nad suggested it, I was a little taken aback. I mean, so soon? I don't mind if I was going a year later or something (okay, so maybe I am INDEED not quite ready yet) to stay in the hostel. But I talked this over with Mr Leo and Ms Ida before. I cannot afford to move in the condo NEXT YEAR because that will be the climax of my A2 preparations. Dealing with the hecticness of moving in while juggling my studies will be challenging. And actually, if I recall carefully, they did suggest if I were to indeed move in, I should do it during the 2nd sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so maybe a "little too late" for that. But, as I frequently say, better late than never, right? Hmm. I don't know. I was a lil upset when they said I should move in quickly this year. Maybe due to one of these reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The harsh reality that they don't mind me not spending so much time with them anymore (Okay fine :'( Manja juga la )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Am I truly ready to move into the condo during 2nd sem? (Cannot! Must think positive! Independent independent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Is the condominium really alright? (Well yeah, it is though. Just me being anxious maa. Hate the internet connection though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What if anything happens to me? Like if I fall sick or *gasp* suddenly suffer from epileptic fits after a really horrible college day? (Me thinking nonsensical things again. Slap slap. After all, Sunway Medical Centre is a few minutes away what)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, with the increasing prices of petrol and toll, I think it's a better option for me to stay in the condo. God, I had to pay cash for the toll today. Uncle Idrus said the Smart Tag gadget wasn't working. Lost more than RM 6 after passing 4 friggin tolls. Imagine, I go a two-way journey everyday. Yipes o.O Not that I don't realize, but it's making me progressively worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, a representative from MABECS is a-coming to give a presentation on the admission to UK universities to the A Level students for the Sept 2009 intake. Gosh, how time flies man, it's already July. And I'll be saying fare thee well to my folks and sibs faster than you can say Dasbidanyah (Don't ask me what it means, just a word I remembered. But I think it's a Russian exclamation though :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if everything goes right, and if I can get my driving license by the end of July or early Aug, then off I go to say "Hello!" to the Sun-U residential apartments. I have a few friends who have been staying in the Sun-U condo since Jan and/or July (e.g Jeff, Sarah, Nichelle) so I guess they can help me fit in. But it's all up to me really :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5579324212200041125-2574085002948382698?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2574085002948382698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2574085002948382698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2574085002948382698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2574085002948382698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/07/condo-ready.html' title='Condo Ready'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6043924054734431029</id><published>2008-06-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:01:01.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shortest post for Naj'/><title type='text'>Short Post! Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think my trademark for my blog is that I write &lt;em&gt;supremely&lt;/em&gt; long blog posts. Not that I do it on purpose, I can't help myself @_@ When I start blogging, I can't stop till I have whatever I want to say out of my head on to the post (excluding announcements yarr). I feel like I don't want to tear myself away from the keyboard just yet. Know what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what I want to try out today is to just give a short post of &lt;em&gt;random spoutings&lt;/em&gt; ;D Like of that Spain winning over Germany with a score of 1-0! To Denise the Princess, sorry to hear that, knew you were really hoping the Germans would win :( And to Rachel Elyssa, CONGRATS! Your self-proclaimed hubby (and many others XP) Fernando Torres are the champions of Euro 2008! Those Spainiards are flaming hot! How dreamy, siiiigh~ XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a new law lecturer, Mr Raj. He's a senior lecturer for Law in A Levels :) Memory storage must be like 1 GB or more, the way he just scribbled and informed us about Contract Law requirements and so forth. Whoa, my hands were hastening to catch up with his lecture @O However, I like both my Law lecturers. Maybe it's because I adore the subject so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh, and I did the stupidest thing in GP today. &lt;strong&gt;The following dialogue contains sexual content. Read at your own risk:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Leonard: The Romans were famous for their &lt;em&gt;orgies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Najwa: EWWWWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Leonard: ..... I was referring to &lt;strong&gt;food orgies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whole GP class: *stares at Ms Najwa. Sounds of laughter erupted throughout the class *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ms Najwa: O.O" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pious, PIOUS I TELL YOU.Hey come on, I ain't THAT CORRUPTED lah -.- But dang, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; snapped my jaw on to my foot that time. Nina's right though, I really must watch what I say before I actually say it. Speaking of Nina, she got her phone confiscated from Mr Leo for the first time O.O Mean, mean Mr Leo. At least you didn't have to pay the fine $, kan Nina? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who are wondering, we talk about everything and anything in GP. Please don't get the wrong idea that GP is some kind of "sex ed" class gone wrong o.O Merely an excerpt of the discussion othat we had in GP class today. About the dangers of eating too much fast food, the scandalous fast food business, overindulgence and what not. A cornucopia of topics really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Fatin as a reply to your blog: It's okay Tintin :) We all have our bad days. After all, I should know ;) But just you wait! I'll return that signature Fatin laugh of yours pretty soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also: to a certain someone, Happy 18th! Hope you have a good one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now. To fulfil my goal of creating the shortest post ever written, I shall end my post for today :D :D Yay! Now, my blog is &lt;em&gt;truly complete&lt;/em&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6043924054734431029?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6043924054734431029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6043924054734431029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6043924054734431029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6043924054734431029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-post-yay.html' title='Short Post! Yay!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-3325257470373573165</id><published>2008-06-29T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:15:44.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><title type='text'>Deviantart announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From this day forth, this blog shall not display artwork from Deviantart due to copyright issues. The previous posts were just a preview of a very small percentage of the artwork found in dA. Those who are interested can access &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sorry for any inconvenience caused. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, enjoy deviantart! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-3325257470373573165?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/3325257470373573165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=3325257470373573165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/3325257470373573165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/3325257470373573165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/deviantart-announcement.html' title='Deviantart announcement'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7814022689544210461</id><published>2008-06-29T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:06:42.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lots of stuff'/><title type='text'>H.E.S: Hari Emo Sedunia. Najwa's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote from Fildza's blog : "H.E.S.: Hari Emo Sedunia".&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;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I agree with Fil totally,'cept that Friday, the 27th of July was the actual H.E.S. I wasn't having a great day (but it turned out well in the end :D) and neither was my sis NOR my college friends. Don't know lah, mush have been the aura of the day or some metaphysical force that imbalanced everything, but what has been done, has been done. To be honest, I do not think this past week has been really any good for us, far from that (&lt;strong&gt;EXCEPT FOR FILDZA'S BBQ AND BEAUTY AND THE BEAST&lt;/strong&gt; *squeals*) However, it's all in the past now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like describing bad events that have happened. But in a nutshell, Friday was a total cryfest for all of us. I practically broke down on Shaaira's shoulder, and *sigh* everybody followed suit. I really don't like making the people who I love cry, unhappy or be hurt by me. In fact, I'll &lt;em&gt;kick the fella's ass&lt;/em&gt; to anyone who has hurt anybody in anyway.Let's just say I haven't been the person I really wanted to treat my friends as. I've learned my lesson, and it's a good wake up call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely to be blamed for what has happened either, but I want to do my part from now on. I'm suppressing a lot of the whole story from this blog, and I'm very hesitant to say what I actually feel. God, I'm such an &lt;em&gt;indecisive&lt;/em&gt; person, my mind is swaying back and forth on whether or not I should spout out what I actually want to say. Basically, I'm scared. I don't want to be seen as vulnerable or over-emotional again. I don't like having so many feelings swirling inside me at one time. I don't like feeling uncomfortable or be seen as weak. I get very very VERY sensitive about things, and when I do start, I tend to go overboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, breaking down has helped me release my sadness. But that hasn't heaved the burden of guilt that I heavily carry with me till now.I'm very very very &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt; :) that we have had that "talk", but I can't help feeling supremely sorry for what I've done. I tend to beat myself up whenever I do something bad or wrong, my perfectionist attitude kills me in that way. To my friends who know what has happened, please don't worry about me, I don't want you guys to worry too much about me. I will get over this emotions of guilt sooner or later, but just give me the time I need. Just help me cope with this by being by my side each and everyday, and whenever I'm in need of any help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk any longer about what has happened on Friday because thinking back to it makes me depressed, and right now I don't want to feel any feelings that pulls me down. However, I shall sum up in two words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm truly sorry. And thank you :) to all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think college has changed me much, though. I mean, I dress and look waaay better than I did back in high school. And I get more respect in college than back then. I think perhaps that I have only let one side of Amira Najwa let through in college. I don't think a lot of people haven't seen the "&lt;em&gt;sweet side&lt;/em&gt;" of Ms Najwa yet. What they have seen is the &lt;em&gt;overexcited and expressive&lt;/em&gt; Najwa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm the &lt;em&gt;sweetest&lt;/em&gt; thing you've ever seen, but well, I was a Peer Counselor back in school, and believe me, I've seen my share of people in need who have cried on my shoulders. And I remember vividly talking to everyone of my cheerleaders to make sure their alright and inspire them. Maybe I let the funkness of college life get to me, that you must stay trendy, I don't know. But I don't want people to think that "Kak Gigi" XD has become so arrogant just because she joined Sunway. I still want their image of me being kept as the understanding Kak Gigi that has helped them in many ways, and will always be there for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want my college friends to see that part of me too :) Maybe I haven't had the chance, or maybe I'm just to hesitant. Again, I don't know. It's a whole complex process. LIFE is the whole complex process. I love what Sam has said to me about life:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam : Life is a box of chocolates. You don't know what you're gonna get.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naj: But then, what if the box of chocolates came with a list? Then again, most boxes don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigh. It's all part of maturing I suppose. People make mistakes and we learn from them. In a way, I'm glad that have made mistakes, because I have learned many valuable lessons that I can use now, and indeed later in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey. On a lighter note, Fildza had a BBQ for my college gang at her dad's place in Bukit Jalil. Everybody joined in the amusement, 'cept me. Why? BECAUSE I COULDN'T GO!!!! X'O ( To view pictures of the BBQ, please go to Fatin Azhar or Fildza Haifa's blogs located under my Connections box) I had to attend Beauty and The Beast instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I wrote too much in this post already, and I don't really have the mood to blog about it now. But the mood will come back in another time, that's for sure. So no worries, to whoever wants to know how BATB turned out, just watch for my next few posts, okay? ;) All I can say, it was MARVELLOUS and totally &lt;strong&gt;exceeded my expectations &lt;/strong&gt;:D I thought it was going to be a show more targeted towards the kiddies, but apparently, I was wrong :P And I MET ADRIAN from the grad. musical there too! He wanted to surprise me! :D (And apparently Nina knew he was going too! Nina, I'm not telling you anything anymore! &gt;:( Nyeh! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On ANOTHER NOTE (Gawd Naj, how many things are you going to blog in one day?) I've been going Deviantart crazy this past few days. Call me art appreciator &lt;em&gt;freak,&lt;/em&gt; don't bloody care :P Honestly, some of them are just &lt;em&gt;pure geniuses&lt;/em&gt; with their Photoshops and whatnot art programmes. Here are some more friggintheawestrucksome pictures XD &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXb5lYdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hTYmr5a3Z_k/s1600-h/Keeper+of+The+Forest+by+Yue-Iceseal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252345655943634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXb5lYdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hTYmr5a3Z_k/s320/Keeper+of+The+Forest+by+Yue-Iceseal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeper of The Forest by Yue-Iceseal. The guy is soooo droolworthy, gahhh! Just look at the details in this picture, man. Exquisite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXSVHx4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/XZ2ZdOk50yY/s1600-h/Drifter+of+Ice+Wizard+by+Yue-Iceseal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252343087089538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXSVHx4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/XZ2ZdOk50yY/s320/Drifter+of+Ice+Wizard+by+Yue-Iceseal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drifter of Ice Wizard also by Yue-Iceseal. I've got a feeling Myra Amin would like this one, kinda looks like Malfoy XD However, it resembles more of Fay D. Fluorite from Tsubasa: The Chronicle Of The Wings. Got "wizard" summore. His gaze is sooo sexy *drools*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXpv486I/AAAAAAAAAZg/m7nuvmUgbOc/s1600-h/firebird_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252349373379490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXpv486I/AAAAAAAAAZg/m7nuvmUgbOc/s320/firebird_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firebird by ssuunnddeeww (Hey, she chose the name. As long as she's happy) It's apparently inspired by Latvian singer Alice K. Man, I wish my baju Raya was something like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXtUsV_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/upJ7jIceZyM/s1600-h/Spirit+of+the+Firebird+Harp+by+tattereddreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252350333048818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXtUsV_I/AAAAAAAAAZo/upJ7jIceZyM/s320/Spirit+of+the+Firebird+Harp+by+tattereddreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Spirit of The Firebird Harp by tattereddreams (Cool name! :D) It must be inspired by an Aztec or Mesopotamian princess. I wish my characters turned out to be even a resemblance of that. Simply love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnX3Mlt8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/tzaMZ_UBj4M/s1600-h/The+Temptation+of+Man+by+tattereddreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217252352983414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnX3Mlt8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/tzaMZ_UBj4M/s320/The+Temptation+of+Man+by+tattereddreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Tempatation Of Man also by tattereddreams. The legendary serpent that seduced Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. No wonder Adam was seduced XD Something for the guys, haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7814022689544210461?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7814022689544210461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7814022689544210461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7814022689544210461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7814022689544210461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-hari-emo-sedunia-najwas-story.html' title='H.E.S: Hari Emo Sedunia. Najwa&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGdnXb5lYdI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hTYmr5a3Z_k/s72-c/Keeper+of+The+Forest+by+Yue-Iceseal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2279369048218295692</id><published>2008-06-28T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:01:22.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Sam's Deviantart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a continuation of the previous post. I'd like to display some of the artwork my best friend Samantha Hoh Chiu Mun has done and submitted to Deviantart. Her pseudonym in Deviantart is Kyme. I will not give any description or commentary as I feel it will not do justice to her artwork, and I feel she's the only one who can really explain the inspiration behind the work itself :) For a novice, she's so talented and her work is dang blardy good. Here are two of my fav artworks by her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZr5aRo2pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/27s7R5gXZ2U/s1600-h/Despair_in_Black_by_Kyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216975852405316242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZr5aRo2pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/27s7R5gXZ2U/s320/Despair_in_Black_by_Kyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despair in Black (Notice the heart in the middle ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZr5hxPiXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PimBbnXxd8M/s1600-h/Because_I__d_never_seen_snow_by_Kyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216975854416922994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZr5hxPiXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PimBbnXxd8M/s320/Because_I__d_never_seen_snow_by_Kyme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because I've Never Seen Snow (Awwwww! :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2279369048218295692?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2279369048218295692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2279369048218295692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2279369048218295692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2279369048218295692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/sams-deviantart.html' title='Sam&apos;s Deviantart'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZr5aRo2pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/27s7R5gXZ2U/s72-c/Despair_in_Black_by_Kyme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-1849752545365277033</id><published>2008-06-28T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:48:42.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>Deviantart Artwork :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flipped over to Myra Amin's blog just a moment ago. I realised how much I've forgotten and missed my favourite art website, &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I was first introduced to this website by my best friend Sam, who has a few pics submitted in as well. Novice and professional artists and photographers can submit their work to this website where art collectors or ordinary art fanatics can purchase them (or copy the pics into their files, such as yours truly :P) Thousands of artistic creations are sent to this webbie everyday and I've decided to put up some of my favourite ones under the Popular category; the art pieces with the most frequent visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I love so much about art is that it has this certain magic about it where I can be taken away from the real world into a dimension of fantasy. A form of escapism, which is good for the soul, as it can take you away from the hustle and bustle and challenges of the real world.To Myra, thank you for reigniting my love of art. Owe you one ;D By the way, love the Tom Felton music viddy, so kawaii!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXGK5bjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TC4MAdfG6sA/s1600-h/070824_Kyoto___Kiyomizu_dera_5_by_Adeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216965367288131122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXGK5bjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TC4MAdfG6sA/s320/070824_Kyoto___Kiyomizu_dera_5_by_Adeu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kiyomizu-dera, the most popular visited temple in the whole of Japan. Apparently it's one of the oldest, dating back to 1633. Japanese temples fascinate me, because most Shinto influenced anime centralise around Japanese temples. I loved the temple in Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away. Gives me goosebumps everytime I remember that movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXXWP1YI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xFHiwXVD244/s1600-h/black+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216965371899139458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXXWP1YI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xFHiwXVD244/s320/black+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Onyx: The Black Rose by `Lilyas. Hauntingly beautiful. When I see this pic, it reminds me of Junita for some reason XD I feel like it's the type of picture that she would really like. The logo in the background is the deviantart signature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXeP8IoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Tey05P9FTgk/s1600-h/Fire_Bird_WallPaper_by_3dmirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216965373751730818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXeP8IoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Tey05P9FTgk/s320/Fire_Bird_WallPaper_by_3dmirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fire Bird Wallpaper by 3d Mirror. God, the pattern is so breathtaking. It's the type of picture that you would like to put up as your screensaver, or even better; as your blog background. I could have, if I knew how to :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXreAPiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BbWULXcuDkw/s1600-h/peacock+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216965377300381218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXreAPiI/AAAAAAAAAYw/BbWULXcuDkw/s320/peacock+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not exactly sure who made this, but it was initially entitled Goddess~ But in my files, I saved it under the name Peacock Girl, which I found more appropriate XD I know I know, some of the die-hard art fans would kill me if I altered the name of an artwork of another artist. *I'm a sinner, A SINNER~~* @O But it's so I can remember which picture is which, so it'll be easier for me...! And this artwork reminded me a lot of the Samba performance I did for graduation, which I still haven't blogged about yet. Ergh Naj, ergh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiX7ueP8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/iYNWwwHsgRo/s1600-h/white+peacock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216965381664423874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiX7ueP8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/iYNWwwHsgRo/s320/white+peacock.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, the White Peacock 01 by Maple Rose. This isn't under the Popular category, I had to search for it myself. Wanted to look for some more peacock pictures after stumbling across the "Peacock Girl " :P It reminded me of a white peacock that I once saw in Dubai. And no, this isn't a photograph. I initially thought it was, and I was so amazed for an instant -.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-1849752545365277033?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/1849752545365277033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=1849752545365277033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1849752545365277033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1849752545365277033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/deviantart-artwork.html' title='Deviantart Artwork :)'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGZiXGK5bjI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TC4MAdfG6sA/s72-c/070824_Kyoto___Kiyomizu_dera_5_by_Adeu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7629383976092705036</id><published>2008-06-26T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:29:57.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><title type='text'>Horrible Horrible Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall be quite frank in my post for today. This Thursday wasn't a good day for me.In fact,I was relatively down the whole day. I didn't eat at all till 11.30, thanks to Isaac who brought me Chipsmore during Law (thank you thank you :D) which satisfied my weakening stomach. I felt the gastric acid slowly scarring away my insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who know what happened to me (you know who you are :) Thank you for helping me out these couple of days.I know I know I've been making a mountain out of a molehill, and yah I think I did. But I only let it be known if I've been feeling this way for quite some time.And I wouldn't make a big fuss about something so much unless I felt very strongly about it. Some stuff of what you said was a bit harsh for me to face,but the point is,you're right and I do appreciate it. It'll just take some time for me to finally accept it.And I repeatedly say, thank you, very very very much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To those who are wondering what I'm blabbering away about, I've been going through some rough patches,but nothing too serious. It's something I've been keeping down low,but in no way is it major or anything. Didn't talk about it with many people because I don't want it to go overboard or anything.Everybody goes through their own specific set of obstacles,and they must rise above it. I know that my friends are going through some rough patches of their own, but I'm going through mine as well.Maybe some people assume that mine isn't a huge problem,that I'm just being a big, whiny baby.But hey,I'm human too.I've got things on my back I need to swipe off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I once remembered one motivator I've met who said to me "Amira,you must learn not to EXPECT, and learn to ACCEPT.Because nothing is ever gonna go completely your way, and if you expect highly, you will get hurt in the end if things don't go your way." My mom said that was some Bloody good advice he gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I repeat, I want to thank the people who have helped me cope with my feelings and tolerated me when I poured them out.I really,honestly,friggin thankfully appreciate it. Especially to Lee Ka Mun,Jeff; thank you for just being there for me,man. You were there when I needed someone the most. I really can't thank you enough, for everything. Thanks for listening :) and the meditation tips. What's the ayuverdic orange aura stand for again aa? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to you, my best friend Sam. I'm so glad we've stayed tight friends throughout this years. As my soul "friend", my artistic appreciation partner; who complements my tendency to go overboard with your laidbackness, you reuplift me and cheer me up just by talking and joking on the phone with you. I miss you like anything babe, although you're like what? 15 minutes away from me? @_@ But then, our hectic schedules prevent us from seeing each other. We should totally have that sleepover one of these days babe! With doughballs that you like so much, hopefully yah! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeesh. I just have to say, all this worrying and overdrama is doing nothing to help my complexion. It's getting worser and worser by the day.Nadia's nagging at me, blaming my overthinking is contributing to the stubborn acne that shall not remove thyself from my face :S Maybe I should eat more tomatoes, if I liked tomatoes in the first place.Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo,I also would like to thank my Psych lecturer and amazing mentor Ms Ida. She gave some brill advice and I really dang appreciate it. God,I'm so friggin glad that she's my mentor, I don't know what I'll do without her. I mean, who could I talk to in times of crisis? Surely not Mr Leonard, that'll be much too embarassing. He's good when you need a good laugh, but heart-to-heart talks? So not happening -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to Ms Ida, as a thank you token (and my sudden burst of inspiration to draw, again XD) This is for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGO4yjIGvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9O1s02Irp0w/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216215971987373458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGO4yjIGvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9O1s02Irp0w/s320/DSC01337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, as some of you might not know, I actually draw, one of my other talents XP I'm not that great however, Sam is much better at it than I. But I hope that you will like it and I want to thank Ms Ida for being my "other" mother and listening to my rants and complaints. Okay, so yes, it doesn't look A THING like her, but hey I draw it based on my own hand and how I perceive a person's image. Like her trademark big smile and hearty laugh that she never fails to give at least one time in class :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this Thursday doesn't seem to get any better. I started watching "So You Think You Can Dance?" Malaysia on 8TV last week. I was an avid watcher of this show ever since it was launched a year ago, but due to my cramped schedule, I only managed to watch a bit of last week when halfway through I nodded off to sleep. So what's the bad news you ask me? Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEE WEI OF CHARM ALL-STARS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED FROM "SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE?" !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGO42CqouJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k89bs4eSn4g/s1600-h/DSC_0702%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216216031993313426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGO42CqouJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k89bs4eSn4g/s320/DSC_0702%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are also regular viewers of the show, you know who I'm talking about. I've known Chee Wei since 2005, where I attended the Cheer Clinic that year and he was one of the trainees. He was previously captain and main choreographer of Vulcanz All-Boys of SMK Seafield and lead them to win the Best Newcomer Award in 2004 out of 16 over new squads from all over Malaysia. In 2005, he left Vulcanz and joined Charm All-Stars and eventually became the honourary Captain. He is currently pursuing a degree in dance in Universiti Malaya. (I know what you're thinking, I didn't know UM had a dance faculty either!!) :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm indebted to him because in 2007, where I was unable to train my successor cheer squad captain and her members for cheer, Chee Wei answered my plea to coach them as I was looking for a coach that time.On top of that, he gave me the oppurtunity to join CHARM All-Stars after I finished high school, to train with them and participate in performances :) I would have continued, but college had to be made a priority and my mom eventually coaxed me to quit cheer for good. Chee Wei tried to persuade me to continue, like handling administration even if I didn't have to join the performances or training; to continue being in Charm. It was very upsetting for me to tell him on the phone that I had to quit, and I wish I did help out a bit with the administration and whatnot, because Charm All-Stars are one, if not the best thing that Malaysia has in cheer substance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've not been in contact with Chee Wei in a long, long time since I started college and whatnot. Although I met someone else who also knows Chee Wei pretty well, and who's sister was the Charm captain before Chee Wei. Right Yong Meng?! XD So when I entered college, I was also happy to find a fellow friend who knew about cheer as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I knew that Chee Wei was going to enter "SoYou Think You Can Dance?", and that's why he couldn't train my sister's squad this year. I had no doubt he was going to enter Top 20 because with his cheer skills and dance knowledge, he should have absolutely no problem impressing the judges to make it to Top 20.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But oh boy, when Aishah Sinclair announced that Chee Wei was going home, I told my mom I was so not going to watch that show anymore! I was friggin shocked! And utterly disappointed, with frustration thrown in the mix. I felt sad because not only was he my friend, and he didn't make it to the Top 10 or whatever, but because it's his dream to be a dancer, and it was crushed midway. Regardless of what people say, I support Chee Wei's passion and hope for him the best. He will always be a fabulous dancer and cheerleader in my eyes. His performance tonight was great, but due to many factors, eventually he didn't make it all the way to the top. I won't say he lost though, but rather he gained and appreciates the experience he went through during the competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP CHEE WEI! BEST OF LUCK IN YOUR FUTURE ENDEAVOURS! CHEERLEADERS FOR LIFE! &lt;em&gt;GO-FIGHT-WIN!! XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7629383976092705036?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7629383976092705036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7629383976092705036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7629383976092705036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7629383976092705036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/horrible-horrible-thursday.html' title='Horrible Horrible Thursday'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SGO4yjIGvZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/9O1s02Irp0w/s72-c/DSC01337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7530028661770553832</id><published>2008-06-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T03:46:40.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delayed posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Long, Delayed Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The urge to blog was too strong :S And initially, was supposed to link a few more people to my blog, but haven't had the blasted drive to do so. No worries, hopefully by today me shall definitely do so! Eheh &lt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately, I HAVE NOT touched my Cybershot in days, resorting to my mom taking pics with her Lumix instead (Thanks Ma ;) Must must MUST remember the special Cybershot, after all very the special coz my grandad gave it to me, so it has a strong sentimental value :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sighers. What have I not done yet? : Blogs that I should have posted up AGES ago. Well, there was this excruciatingly long-delayed tag that I was supposed to do for Fildza, which she erm, *remembered* to tag me with (you know what I mean hun, thank you :) And oh, the KLIA piccies. Alrighty alrighty, I shall indeed post them up. Because of my lack of presence in front of the computer screen, the *workload* for my blog has increase significantly. Gah-zers, the reality of it. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhoo, I shall conquer the first blog task of the day: Fify's taggie. A tag on 8 Random things that are related to you, or something like that. Personally, my fav number is 7, but 8's good too; prosperity! :D Here we go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I'm Passionate About:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Books, articles; reading in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Blogging, writing, journalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Good friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Drawing and art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Organic and non-organic music, like dance tunes :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. This might sound odd, but college life. Really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Say Often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Oh Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Shiyyit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Bloody Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Fuck you :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Seriously aa? (Omg, 80% of my words are curses. What the nyaah -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I Do Often:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Read; anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Flap my mouth off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Hug and kiss my baby bro &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Sleep on the couch in front of the TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Write; really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Go to the loo XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Tap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Study. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I've Read Recently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Jughead's Double Digest #138, Collector's Issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Color Power by Philippa Merivale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. The Jeweler's Directory Of Gemstones by Judith Crowe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Careers for Perfectionists by Blythe Camenson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Use Your Head by Tony Buzan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. The newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Contract Law, Elliot &amp;amp; Quinn (a bit only :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Songs I Could Listen To Over And Over Again:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Always Be My Baby-David Cook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Echo-Incubus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Drive-Incubus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. 4 Minutes-Madonna feat. Justin Timberlake :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Into The Night- Santana feat. Chad Kroger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Diablo Rojo-Rodrigo Y Gabriele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. No Air- Jordin Sparks feat. Chris Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Aqueous Transmission-Incubus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Notice I didn't put Dream Big? Getting sick of that song, I'll explain further in a later blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I've Learned This Year And Last Year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Study hard AND smart. I'm not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Learn from your mistakes in the past, and don't repeat them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Stay in touch with your old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. What doesn't kill you makes you makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Accepting change, as much as you don't like it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Not to be so envious and sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. That I'm indeed a special person, if I let myself to be :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. And just look forward to everyday, for which has new discoveries to be uncovered :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7530028661770553832?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7530028661770553832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7530028661770553832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7530028661770553832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7530028661770553832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-delayed-post.html' title='Long, Delayed Post'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8957434299898560140</id><published>2008-06-17T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:18:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='careers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gap year'/><title type='text'>Gap Year or Gap Jeans In UK? Must I Decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, I really really should post up all my photos of whatevers I took these past few weeks. It's that situation where you're caught under two conditions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) You'd like to but you seriously don't have the time; and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) You'd like to but you're so friggin lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happens I fall in both categories,yikes.How can be part-time journalist like that??No excuse should be given,bah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of journalism, that made me ponder for a while about my continuous journey after A Levels. No, I do not intend to be a news reporter, if you're wondering. I clearly say now that I intend to take law after college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question is: When? I've been really really thinking lately. A Levels will end in June 2009 and the UK university year will begin in September 2009. There leaves only 3 months of rest before I start off my uni year in 2009.If I go in that year itself, I wouldn't be wasting too much time and get to complete my law degree by the time I turn 23. However, although I can pretty much think on my own two feet, I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave my family yet or whether I'm sufficiently independent myself. I wanna make sure I can take care of myself really well without needing to lean on my family's shoulders too much. Money is one thing, as most college students as myself,as much as we are reluctant to admit;still depend on daddy's money to feed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why I'm thinking of taking a gap year after A Levels. A prime example is Mr Edward Hughes, who was a protege of Tony Buzan, the famous Mind Map motivator. He was an average student in his college, however once he started picking up Mr Buzan's tips on studying and how the brain works, he scored high As for all his 4 A Level subjects, which one happened to be a Cambridge Scholarship A Level subject, in which he scored a distinction.He got an offer to further his studies in Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However,Cambridge also accepted his request that he wanted to take a gap year off to tour Europe and just basically,expand his horizons. I'm thinking of doing that.Well, not bagpacking in Europe la,too pricey.I'm referring back to being a journalist, where I'd like to take a year off and work.Maybe take a few classes as well to add to my skills and abilities list. If I were to take on a job, I'd like to be a journalist for a magazine or a newspaper like Rage. Not the actual "The Star" though, I'm not up to that level yet.Maybe I might intern at a magazine publisher instead. Like Seventeen or Female, either one's okay by me. After all,by then I'd have an A Level qualification (with General Paper summore XD) so I think I stand a chance to be an intern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With my working experience, it gives me some sort of edge since I can adapt to the working environment overseas and earn extra pocket money, without plunging into the working world like a deer in the headlights; not knowing the first thing about office techniques.I'm not saying I'll be going overseas primarily to work, but with previous working experience I can cope with juggling my studies and a part-time job at the same time.And I'm also not saying that those who did not have previous job experience cannot cope.But when you're more familiar with the environment, it becomes more comfortable,am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moreover, I don't really fancy the idea of having only a 3 month break between A Levels and the beginning of a Uni year. It's like, after JUST finishing your Pre-U examinations you go straight back into the world of studying.There's more to life than studying,although I'm really enjoying what I study now.cHowever,I want to explore my hidden abilities,and sharpern my skills further in the talents I already have.Ever since Standard 1,I've been yearning to take Art classes so I could draw the human anatomy correctly,but other activities were my primary focus at that time, such as completing my dance stages and cheer throughout the years.I'd like to learn the guitar properly as well; hopefully my Dance/Music school has classes.Kickboxing sounds like a hell lot of fun too! And can lose weight at the same time ;) Yoga however, isn't really my cup of tea.I'm more of a Martial Arts fan rather than a Kabbalah advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again, would I be wasting my time during that gap year? I mean, I can already go off by the time I'm 19,and three months is an awfully long time.All my fellow A Level friends would already be off to Uni as well,and I'll still be stuck in plain ol' Malaysia. Then again, am I really going off to UK? What about my parents, who are really pushing me to go to Aussie? It's nearer and cheaper they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.But no,I'm not here to satisfy my parents wishes, since I'm the one who's the student about to embark on to university life.I'd have to do a bit more soul-searching for this, since I should be thinking about it by now.I'm satisfied with A Levels though, and not regretting it at all.Although I'd have like to take Econs as well, but with 4 subjects,I'd be carrying too heavy a workload.Have to thank my parents for making a decision that turned out to be one the best they ever made for me; by pushing me to do Law and studying A Levels in Sunway College :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of the folks,had a lil tiff with my mom in the p.m. As parents do what parents are supposed to do,she was nagging at me for not putting away my things,which were my props for my solo dance during Triple A Night last Sunday,which I shall post pics up of muuuuch later.I was complaining to Nadia about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia: Kak, sudahlah tu,no need to talk anymore la! You and Mama sama je lah, cakap banyak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Hey, I'm nothing like her; it's either her way or no way. I'm not as bossy as her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia: Ohmygawd,you sound totally like her when she says "I'm not as bad as Mak (my grandmother)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Najwa: But I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; not as bad as Mama what! OHMYGOD,what did I say?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia (to my mom): You and Mak sama je lah,cakap banyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama: But I'm not as bad as her what 0.0 *Naj laughing her ass off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia : Ohmygod,save me from these Mothers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you don't get it, it was one of those you-had-to-be-there kinda moments. I guess the real similarity between my mom and me is; we really don't realise and keep insisting stubbornly that we are not at all like our mothers,when in reality &lt;em&gt;we are just&lt;/em&gt; like our mothers saying the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; same thing -.- Wonder if my grandma said the same thing about her mom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8957434299898560140?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8957434299898560140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8957434299898560140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8957434299898560140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8957434299898560140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/gap-year-or-gap-jeans-must-i-decude.html' title='Gap Year or Gap Jeans In UK? Must I Decide'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-246185636671839952</id><published>2008-06-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:41:41.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Yesterday Was Friday the 13th :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.Been ages since I posted up a photoblog.Been awfully lazy lately.Not to mention with rehearsals, assignments, MATH exercises and whatnot, have to catch up with all that before I can enjoy the luxury of blogging. In fact, I was just in the middle of sticking my bun pins on to faux Peacock feathers for my Samba aka Mardi Gras dance. Furthermore, my fingernails have grown o long, it's getting a lil tricky for me to type :S But seriously, have you seen the Guinnes World Record holder for the longest fingernails? I think it's one really long-bearded Indian fella. And the lady with the longest toenails is confined to a wheelchair so as not to damage her toenails! Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efwhyai, I had my high school's annual Anugerah Cemerlang in the morning today. Me as an SPM recepient had to go anyway, although a lil unwilling, because my dear parents and NADIA urged me to go.Plus, Nadia was performing Choral Speaking and she was practising it at home almost veryday now. So might as well give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all things I forgot to bring with me was my blasted Cybershot!! Luckily Mommy Dearest brought along her Lumix and my other ex-schoolmates brought alont a billion of camers where we took a googol of snapshots,my goodness! Initially, I was a lil hesitant about going due to personal reasons :S But all in all, it was actually quite fun! :D It made me realise how much I missed my old schoolmates, seeing familiar faces again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old class teacher, Encik Khairi aka Khairilicious Twinkletoes was still there, albeit doing his Masters in teaching Art (he gets to learn how to interpret children's drawings. Ain;t that the coolest?!) Don't remember where though. There were a number of people in Victoria Institution uniforms as many of my schoolmates received scholarships to study in VI.Although a few &lt;em&gt;notorious&lt;/em&gt; people refused to wear.... I thought VI so good,don't want to show off ah?! ;) (Sam and John, you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy,Zereda,Saf,Nimrah,Dayang,Nada,Kevin,Soon and others were there. Tino and Fifi, my fellow Sunway mates also came.Kev isn't bald anymore,haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tino: Mandy!! It's been ages! (hugs Mandy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naj: Why I never get a hug?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tino : I see you everyday babe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legitimate reason, tired of looking at the same face pun, hehe ;D Anyhoo,dear Zereda aka Zy scored 10A1s and received the Anugerah Akademik.Go Zy! You deserve it ;D Hey, if my mom thought I studied hard, she would have dropped dead when she saw how Zy studied! Erk. Fifi received the Anugerah Keimpinan, her previous KP position well-acknowledged ;) In short, everyone received a certificate and monetary rewards (&lt;strong&gt;Finally!&lt;/strong&gt;Awesome!) as an acknowledgement for all their hard work in studying for SPM and getting good results. RM35 for everyone though, there were more than a 100 SPM recipient winners. Bolehlah, our school also not THAT rich.Sigh,ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;I reckon a lot of people were surprised to see my name on the straight As recipients, because I'm sort of a dark horse in SPM. A lot of hard work was required to score the 10 As that I did, but balancing your time for other activities, like Tap, really helps relieves the stress of SPM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll (hopefully) post up the photos later on, as I have to quickly finish up my props for Samba and other preparations for tomorrow's A Level Graduation performance. Gosh, so much to do and so little time to do it. Switching to Gear 4 everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-246185636671839952?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/246185636671839952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=246185636671839952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/246185636671839952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/246185636671839952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-yesterday-was-friday-13th-s.html' title='And Yesterday Was Friday the 13th :S'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2217927293701856433</id><published>2008-06-10T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:02:34.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunway University College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JPA scholarship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>Back In College, Whoo Whoo Whoooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Pardon my language if there are any mistakes or gibberish or gobbledy gook or *gasp*just plain, boring words spotted in this post). After a long two week break for the holidays, the A-Level students have returned for the 2nd semester of their Cambridge A-Level Course. In my case, I was feeling half-hearted about coming back to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's start with the Cons, so I can feel happy when I write the Pros later.I didn't want to come back because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) We were getting back our Mid-Term examination results, which I was not really prepared for receiving (Maths! Sacre' bleu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) During the holidays, I got back my General Paper results (screw you Mr Leonard!!). And my Psych lecturer, Ms Ida informed me during the holidays that I was missing my (c) and (d) essay parts which carry 10 marks EACH for my Psych exam paper. Which I finished ALL the questions in it! I must have threw it away with my unused supplementary paper -.-"So both situations kinda killed my mood for college. But no, don't go thinking I'm the type that'll go and ravage my lecturer's house and burn it down (Charged for arson! ARSON!! Note: Just listened to a story on arson in law today.) Luckily, Ms Ida allowed me to resit and do the (c) and (d) questions in 20 minutes today! Bless you, Ms Ida :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) We had General Paper homework to do during the hols (double screw MR LEONARRRRRD). 2 essays in 2 hours! I couldn't produce anymore brain juice when I wrote them. Honestly, I felt damn stupid,seriously. I mean,I really felt that I didn't have sufficient let alone extensive knowledge to write the essays. Want a sample? One question from Section A (there are 3 Sections):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question 4: Are all people created equal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely marvellous, really -.- Okay, so &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; were easier questions I could have chosen from the 15 questions given, like &lt;strong&gt;Q6: People fall ill largely due to their own fault.&lt;/strong&gt; But me being me, I wanted to try something challenging. And was I ever challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the Monday we returned to college, Mr Leonard discussed the questions and did inform the class that was THE MOST difficult question out of Section A. Oh joy, Naj you are truly a smart ass -.-"" I'm just whining away about General Paper. Don't mind me. Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) I was nervous about going back, coz maybe like at the back of my head I was thinking I might have had other homework I didn't complete, or I forgot to bring certain items, or just plain nervous. Heck, I just feel nervous everytime I started a new academic semester, even in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, after returning back to college, after those two weeks, (we're coming to the Pros part now ;) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I enjoy coming back to learn my subjects. I get to read Law once again! :D We're learning about the Criminal Justice System and the role of police officers now in Law. Reminds me of spotchecking when I was a prefect. I realised how much I missed writing essays in Psych, as I like to write down experimental procedures in high speed as I visualise the experimental procedures quite well :) Maths isn't really my thing, but I always like to acquire new knowledge. Plus, Ms Wong goes super fast (Gear 4 anyone?) and she practically completed the Vectors chapter in a day! Whereas SPM it's like, for 2 weeks or so! I like going super fast because it motivates me understand quickly, which makes feel very much like I'm already in university XP Gosh, I'm having one of those "I-feel-like-a-big-kid!" moments @)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Graduation rehearsals! Okay, this IS the main reason why I come back with numb legs everyday after college. I'm prepared to stay back almost everyday this week to rehearse our dances and songs that we nearly forgot during our two-week break :P It's tiring yeah, but heck, it's a lot of fun! XD Working together with everyone and just singing our hearts out. Listening to Mr Kingsley directing and playing with the band; "organic" music is so cool! :) Spinning round and round when we dance, thanks to our disco leader, Carmen Choong for incorporating at least a spin in every disco dance @O I so promise myself to take pictures of one of our rehearsals one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) All my friends, duh! We have the wacky A-Level gang, which I'd like to call the wacky Blogger gang as well. Fildza,Nina,Fatin,Mich; I missed you!! I bumped into Michelle in Penang, and at the same hotel too! How cool is that?! XD And to Shaaira Siraj, GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE GIRL!! Miss you like anything tau!! But then again, you must be having a blast back in Houston, continue having fun babe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Basically, just being back in college! I really really do enjoy the college environment, I just feel right at home there. Although there are some people who wish to disagree with me and would like to transfer out; which is entirely up to them, nothing wrong with that. But come second sem, many people who got the JPA scholarship have gone off already, especially those from the General Paper class. Bernard, Paul Andrew, Zhi Ren, and Vincent. Gonna miss 'em, real nice guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then this piece of news came to me when I was totally off-guard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAZEERA NASIR IS MOVING TO EGYPT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought Nina and Fi were kidding me when they told me. But then I realised they were totally serious about it. Well,to me, Naz is the last person I would have thought who would be leaving Sunway! Her parents contacted an agency and they offered her a place to go and Study in Egypt for Medicine. She only has to study for six years, and graduate when she's 24. So she's only required to do one year of pre-Med only, whereas in Sunway A-Levels she has to do 1 1/2 years. I mean, if I were her, I'd also be thinking, how can I refuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luckily she'll only be leaving in Sept though, so she can still stay and perform for the graduation ceremony this Sunday. But I know I'll have to bid her farewell soon. Without doubt I'm gonna miss her; a hell lot :( And so will Hiba, Eeee Zeen, Yosh, Susan, Shaaira and the rest. Although we've only known each other for about 6 months or so, I'm gonna miss her dearly. Hey Naz, I know this is a lil too early but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK IN EGYPT! DON'T FORGET THE SHORT PEOPLE HERE, SPIT BACK AT THE CAMELS AND BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU GO RAIDING THE PYRAMID TOMBS!! &lt;/strong&gt;XD&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2217927293701856433?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2217927293701856433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2217927293701856433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2217927293701856433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2217927293701856433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-in-college-whoo-whoo-whoooo.html' title='Back In College, Whoo Whoo Whoooo'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2987317110156994758</id><published>2008-06-03T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T04:07:34.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebelliousness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car wreck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Car Crash? In My House?? Zoiks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo Guys!! My absence from the blogging scene was due to the fact that I was at Penang from Thursday until Sunday last week, had a relative's wedding to attend. I'll post up piccies by tonight, but have to see first, coz I'm scooting off to SINGAPORE tomorrow. Two places with only a break with a span of two days. Sigh. I'm happy and all yeah, coz I get to do some SHOPPING! ;) However, sometimes I wish that I can just have a chill out holiday at home for like two weeks or so, you know? And go hang with my people or something. Which my chances of both that happening are a million to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, before I post up the wedding pics and other Penang snapshots, I'd like to report on the latest happenings in Ampang. Here's the headline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAMAN T.A.R. RESIDENT SMASHES TRUCK INTO OWN GATE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reported by Amira Najwafitri Binti Amir Arif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SEUWMFEfs7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/KScdO_re-Hw/s1600-h/car+crash+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207592940899120050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SEUWMFEfs7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/KScdO_re-Hw/s320/car+crash+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30, JALAN 1, TAMAN T.A.R. - A 16 year old resident of Taman T.A.R. accidentally sent her truck flying into the gate of her house. The illegal driver, Amira Nadiafatin explains " My boyfriend came over today and I thought that well, I had enough driving experience and everything, so naturally I wanted to show of my skills to him. Initially I tried using the Estima but the damned car keys weren't there. I next tried the Harrier but the fucking key got stuck in the ignition. So the next best option was the Storm since I've driven it before at my dad's farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which turned out to be a bad idea anyway.The Storm was stuck between some tree and the blasted Harrier. Being the stubborn chick that I am, I kept trying to release the car anyway, and banged in to the gate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, I insisted to send my boyfriend off to KDE although he was absolutely nervous about my so-called driving skills, warning me all the way. "Be careful of the bumps! Argh!" he said. When I came home, I got out of the car and asked my driver to park the said car for me. Was I MORTIFIED at the sight of the horrible dent that I created on the car! It was THAT HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, the best part of the day? My MOM came back just as I got out of the driver's seat. She didn't go ballistic on me, but she went on to lecture me about how I was "too brave". However, this unforeseen horrid incident will not prevent me from driving without permission next time. Oh, this does not mean I didn't learn my lesson. The lesson for today was just drive more carefully next time and have a more careful sneak out plan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No injuries or deaths occured in this unfortunate accident. Other witnesses were interviewed to testify their observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naj (reporter) : Akmal, siapa langgar lori?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Akmal: Kak Dia buat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End Of Report-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207592943970220610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SEUWMQgs-kI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EMfDtORdESE/s320/car+crash+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn lucky that I was at Great Eastern Mall when all this happened. Otherwise, Nad would have probably bullied me into letting her do it anyway and I'd be in hot soup too, coz my parents would have lectured me for not stopping my rebellious sis. When she called me about what happened though, she sounded awfully calm and DIDN'T SAY the dent was really bad or anything. So I didn't go panicking either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy, when I came back, I practically threw my Chipsmore in the air when I saw how bad the damned dent was! Honestly la Nad, what were you thinking?! I wasn't so surprised though, coz it's NAD. She does what she wants and no one can stop her, even the person who she inherited her etched-in-stone stubbornness from (my dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sad part was my dad had to go to the ladang at 5 pm in that wrecked thing! Aiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : Dia, what did you do?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad : Sorry! I was trying to take Akmal for a ride (fibber!! -.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : You are paying for that thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad : (trying to help) Uhm, you can take it out from my account!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa : You are only driving when I'm around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naj: (thinking) That's what he thinks. I reckon Uncle Idrus (my driver) is right about my parents whom are gonna sorok their car keys soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiddies, if you don't want your L and P licenses to be suspended for the next few months or year, do not take an example such as Nadia Amir. Or else that wreck money is coming out of your own pocket too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : To Fildza, I know your car accident was bad too, but you should thank yourself that it wasn't as bad as this! How's this for a comparison? XD I mean, yours was a dent and scratch as well, and you were really upset. But &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; was awfully calm about this! (in both senses of the word: awful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s : To Nad, remember this post is meant out of good humour and plain ol' fun ;) And thank god again I wasn't home! That is sooooo coming out of your account!&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s : If you want the actual words of Nadia Amir, the infamous truck wrecker, please go to her blog, under my link : Nadia Amir (sister). My report is a VERY formally-modified version of her story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2987317110156994758?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2987317110156994758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2987317110156994758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2987317110156994758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2987317110156994758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/06/car-crash-in-my-house-zoiks.html' title='Car Crash? In My House?? Zoiks!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SEUWMFEfs7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/KScdO_re-Hw/s72-c/car+crash+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-1347050258545004373</id><published>2008-05-26T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:36:42.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitation card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>Random Creative Outlets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt a little creative today. Thought I'd post up some artwork and lyrics. From the "popular" genre, something that appeals to today's youth ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDuMYUE56-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/HK0XrQybpEU/s1600-h/music2(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204908143690771426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDuMYUE56-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/HK0XrQybpEU/s320/music2(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(front) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDuMYkE56_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/RHmn0Ok8p5Y/s1600-h/back(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204908147985738738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDuMYkE56_I/AAAAAAAAAXw/RHmn0Ok8p5Y/s320/back(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (back)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was my birthday party invitation card. Artwork chosen by Michelle and Fildza, and designed by Fil. Awesome kan? Thanks loads again babes,specially Fil ;D And yes, I regard it as artwork, of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lyrics from my fav song from David Cook, "Dream Big". Aside from "Always Be My Baby" that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little boy&lt;br /&gt;I swore that I would change the world when I grew up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else would be enough&lt;br /&gt;I see it everyday&lt;br /&gt;We settled for safe&lt;br /&gt;And lose ourselves along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause if you dont dream big&lt;br /&gt;What’s the use of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;If you dont have faith&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing worth believing&lt;br /&gt;It takes one look&lt;br /&gt;To make the stars worth reaching for&lt;br /&gt;So reach out for something more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a well perfected plan&lt;br /&gt;For me to finally understand&lt;br /&gt;That it’s not me&lt;br /&gt;Faith is something you can see&lt;br /&gt;I wiped my tears away&lt;br /&gt;Now its time for a change&lt;br /&gt;No I cant waste another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-1347050258545004373?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/1347050258545004373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=1347050258545004373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1347050258545004373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/1347050258545004373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-creative-outlets.html' title='Random Creative Outlets'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDuMYUE56-I/AAAAAAAAAXo/HK0XrQybpEU/s72-c/music2(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6259377415355340873</id><published>2008-05-26T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:12:48.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cows'/><title type='text'>A Well-Needed Dose Of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First &amp;amp; foremost,I'd like to apologise for my previous post if it did offend anybody in anyway. I'd just like you guys to know that it was just my feelings that I spoke about and it wasn't meant to be personal or anything like that. I'd also like you guys to know that I contemplated a long while before publishing it,and as guilty as I felt,it made me somewhat relieved that my feelings were let known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I still felt guilty for posting it up and as you can see,the post has been deleted,for those who managed to read it.I believe that my message has been understood and well,to put it simply,everything's alright now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout out to everyone who has given me support throughout this year (you know who you are ;) that I deeply appreciate what you guys have done for me.And I have honestly,never EVER took it for granted,as I reminisced back to the earlier days :) Love you guys, from the bottom of my heart &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoozies,I had a dose of some good old-fashioned getaway feel during my weekend.Helped me clear my mind of stress and calamity.My dad has a COW farm in Langat (yes,a friggin COW farm) and getting back to nature was actually pretty cool.It's not as bad as it sounds.It did reek of cow manure yah,but the landscape was oh gosh, just indescribable.And it was drizzling lightly,so there was mist in the sky and dew on the trees.I'll give you a sneak preview of what I mean,so you can enjoy it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeteedoubleyou, a lil snippet of the conversation I had with my dad in the truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naj : Pa, why don't you cut down the long lalang in your farm?&lt;br /&gt;Pa: Naj! That's the grass I use to feed the cows!&lt;br /&gt;Naj : Shiyyyyit!! *everybody laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God,I'm such a dungu! Kononnya self-proclaimed advocate of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow, have a looksee. I hope you enjoy looking at them as much as I did shooting them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrxRkE566I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WK3SPYb8Drk/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204737603424349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrxRkE566I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WK3SPYb8Drk/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to Sri Kachar Farm! Named after my great grandfather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrxR0E567I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/suchnxum7dg/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204737607719316402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrxR0E567I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/suchnxum7dg/s320/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resembles an abandoned village in the mountains. Love the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqEE561I/AAAAAAAAAWg/nEgPYRLF8xg/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719332633471826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqEE561I/AAAAAAAAAWg/nEgPYRLF8xg/s320/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brown cattle!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqUE562I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Emv3YBD9gRE/s1600-h/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719336928439138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqUE562I/AAAAAAAAAWo/Emv3YBD9gRE/s320/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 1st cow 'kandang' or corral. Sounds cowboy-ish -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqUE563I/AAAAAAAAAWw/WRGgrWpUl-s/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719336928439154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqUE563I/AAAAAAAAAWw/WRGgrWpUl-s/s320/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A farm helper snapshot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqkE564I/AAAAAAAAAW4/9lFJcAqaIuA/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719341223406466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgqkE564I/AAAAAAAAAW4/9lFJcAqaIuA/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cows eating their feed heartily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgq0E565I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MSy83u2SiNM/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204719345518373778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrgq0E565I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MSy83u2SiNM/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad's custom made feed! Used his own grass that he grew himself on the farm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3EE56wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4wr22c70qqY/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718456460143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3EE56wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4wr22c70qqY/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farm helper pouring the feed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3EE56xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1nkkz3oH9Ss/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718456460143378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3EE56xI/AAAAAAAAAWA/1nkkz3oH9Ss/s320/DSC00307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The farmer and his wife, do-si-doe XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3UE56yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/p-VRNNbONXI/s1600-h/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718460755110690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3UE56yI/AAAAAAAAAWI/p-VRNNbONXI/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two calves are named after my brother and my cousin. Akmal's the brown one and Hassan's the spotted black &amp;amp; white XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3UE56zI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lFTCjDlVyxo/s1600-h/DSC00313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718460755110706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3UE56zI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lFTCjDlVyxo/s320/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out this mixed breed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3kE560I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BuJ2zwbtLJU/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204718465050078018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrf3kE560I/AAAAAAAAAWY/BuJ2zwbtLJU/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unspoiled nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfFUE56rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ea436IZAV8U/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717601761651378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfFUE56rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ea436IZAV8U/s320/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2nd cow corral, from the POV of the 1st &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfFkE56sI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cHzDGeowOQ8/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717606056618690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfFkE56sI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cHzDGeowOQ8/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the 2nd. Akmal trying to feed the cows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfFkE56tI/AAAAAAAAAVg/xD9BGVfvUSM/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717606056618706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfFkE56tI/AAAAAAAAAVg/xD9BGVfvUSM/s320/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 2nd corral overlooks the fish pond. That is grass btw, NOT weeds XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfF0E56uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Qa4oY_3vZTE/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717610351586018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfF0E56uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Qa4oY_3vZTE/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 1st corral from the 2nd's POV&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfGEE56vI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0cV5xY1f2RQ/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204717614646553330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrfGEE56vI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0cV5xY1f2RQ/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently my dad has goats too! This is a special goat pen, on stilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreXUE56mI/AAAAAAAAAUo/i1eF3jzsve8/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreXkE56nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0rEEcq6ZDa8/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204716815782636146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreXkE56nI/AAAAAAAAAUw/0rEEcq6ZDa8/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naj : Why's there a firepit? We're gonna be cooked human meat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nad: It's so the goats will be kept warm laa,dummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naj : So cold meh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nad: Malam then how? Dahlah baru hujan! Sejuk lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naj : *still feels odd -.-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreX0E56oI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RdrQochnLv4/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204716820077603458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreX0E56oI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RdrQochnLv4/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One end of the goat pen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreYEE56pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JiTm_9q6m8A/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204716824372570770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreYEE56pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JiTm_9q6m8A/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance of the pen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreYUE56qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ncDph0jgbU8/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204716828667538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDreYUE56qI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ncDph0jgbU8/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goat pen's exterior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcS0E56hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bdkxZMlfHew/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714535155001874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcS0E56hI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bdkxZMlfHew/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rickety gate and walkway to the goat pen. See the stilts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcTUE56iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4cn5czgds_U/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714543744936482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcTUE56iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4cn5czgds_U/s320/DSC00337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White cows! I think my dad called them Brahman's. Like those Indian priests, erk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcUUE56jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3xGsowD62PE/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714560924805682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcUUE56jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3xGsowD62PE/s320/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And white kitties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcVEE56kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n56DIYU1xOE/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714573809707586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcVEE56kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/n56DIYU1xOE/s320/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same end of the goat pen with the farmer and his helper in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcVUE56lI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fyKp270U2Sw/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714578104674898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrcVUE56lI/AAAAAAAAAUg/fyKp270U2Sw/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billy goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrbzUE56cI/AAAAAAAAATY/V_aqaXi0e5U/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204713993989122498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrbzUE56cI/AAAAAAAAATY/V_aqaXi0e5U/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descending the steep steps. Looks like ancient Roman steps to me, in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrbzkE56dI/AAAAAAAAATg/e9QA3ChAfhs/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204713998284089810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrbzkE56dI/AAAAAAAAATg/e9QA3ChAfhs/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother fascinated by the pebbles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrb0EE56eI/AAAAAAAAATo/2aNRk0uC11E/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714006874024418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrb0EE56eI/AAAAAAAAATo/2aNRk0uC11E/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 1st fish pond. We saw it from the 2nd corral just now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrb0EE56fI/AAAAAAAAATw/YhJWB0jsxew/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714006874024434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrb0EE56fI/AAAAAAAAATw/YhJWB0jsxew/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest striped kitten ever! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrb0UE56gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c3XUizAJP_E/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714011168991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrb0UE56gI/AAAAAAAAAT4/c3XUizAJP_E/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cutest kitty ever with a ginger coloured relative. Reminds me of Akmal and I ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraokE56XI/AAAAAAAAASw/BxyYp5uvRqg/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712709793900914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraokE56XI/AAAAAAAAASw/BxyYp5uvRqg/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama relaxing by the pond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraokE56YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YxJZmBzsT1w/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712709793900930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraokE56YI/AAAAAAAAAS4/YxJZmBzsT1w/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got chandelier summore! I was like "Oh-kay,out of place much..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrapEE56ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/PMiMznNn3NI/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712718383835538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrapEE56ZI/AAAAAAAAATA/PMiMznNn3NI/s320/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big bro and lil bro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrapUE56aI/AAAAAAAAATI/PeU1ykt2ebw/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712722678802850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrapUE56aI/AAAAAAAAATI/PeU1ykt2ebw/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Male bonding time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrap0E56bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/B_Kibf42Ngc/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712731268737458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrap0E56bI/AAAAAAAAATQ/B_Kibf42Ngc/s320/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueous Transmission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraOUE56SI/AAAAAAAAASI/yKzNYvmZeEg/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712258822334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraOUE56SI/AAAAAAAAASI/yKzNYvmZeEg/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Following the farm path. This is the 'lalang' I was so absurdly talking about XP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraOUE56TI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JeVMgR_wyWI/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712258822334770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraOUE56TI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JeVMgR_wyWI/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snapshot of my mom from the farm path above. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraO0E56UI/AAAAAAAAASY/3cKqfBYjP-g/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712267412269378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraO0E56UI/AAAAAAAAASY/3cKqfBYjP-g/s320/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A sukun tree. One of the plants that my dad successfully managed to grow -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraPEE56VI/AAAAAAAAASg/-nQkx5Bzc_Q/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712271707236690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraPEE56VI/AAAAAAAAASg/-nQkx5Bzc_Q/s320/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landscape along the farm path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraPUE56WI/AAAAAAAAASo/wYGO3rA2Q6U/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204712276002204002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDraPUE56WI/AAAAAAAAASo/wYGO3rA2Q6U/s320/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the 2nd fish pond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY80E56NI/AAAAAAAAARg/otrjg3E6tKw/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710858662996178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY80E56NI/AAAAAAAAARg/otrjg3E6tKw/s320/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Akmal : Fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nad : Sperm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY9EE56OI/AAAAAAAAARo/gvrW3xFTuYY/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710862957963490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY9EE56OI/AAAAAAAAARo/gvrW3xFTuYY/s320/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first real look at mangrove trees. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY9kE56PI/AAAAAAAAARw/CZTYOz0iJv0/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710871547898098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY9kE56PI/AAAAAAAAARw/CZTYOz0iJv0/s320/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beloved dad and junior farmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY90E56QI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qevVZsn_B5k/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710875842865410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY90E56QI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qevVZsn_B5k/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tossing the fish food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY-UE56RI/AAAAAAAAASA/VmKD0DQ7350/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710884432800018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrY-UE56RI/AAAAAAAAASA/VmKD0DQ7350/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lil bro looks like he's having a good time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYXUE56II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WZuZoV9U-YI/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710214417901698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYXUE56II/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WZuZoV9U-YI/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More surrounding landscape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYXUE56JI/AAAAAAAAARA/kczO3d7aNjk/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710214417901714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYXUE56JI/AAAAAAAAARA/kczO3d7aNjk/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful mist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYX0E56KI/AAAAAAAAARI/7E8aoZE05qQ/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710223007836322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYX0E56KI/AAAAAAAAARI/7E8aoZE05qQ/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abandoned patio. Looks like something out of an old novel.A story by a stream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYX0E56LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/f_JgcU3PqB8/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710223007836338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYX0E56LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/f_JgcU3PqB8/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom waving from the other patio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYYEE56MI/AAAAAAAAARY/xpc-gcsOhME/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204710227302803650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrYYEE56MI/AAAAAAAAARY/xpc-gcsOhME/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the zoomed in version. This is the actual view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXW0E56EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RWT9DkTX8gM/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204709106316339266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXW0E56EI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RWT9DkTX8gM/s320/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother was fish-food-tossing happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXXUE56FI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q2lPoI-oMqg/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204709114906273874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXXUE56FI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q2lPoI-oMqg/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 2nd corral from down here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXXkE56GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pkidTg2iKbo/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204709119201241186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXXkE56GI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pkidTg2iKbo/s320/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Split roads. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXX0E56HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yEQmsG6Kltc/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204709123496208498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrXX0E56HI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yEQmsG6Kltc/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me walking down the ol' dirt road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWtUE55_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/AXIrRoS_FlY/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204708393351768050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWtUE55_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/AXIrRoS_FlY/s320/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through the grass blade lenses. These two pics are courtesy of Nad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWtkE56AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CEtHxehmXsE/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204708397646735362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWtkE56AI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CEtHxehmXsE/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes,there is electricity here. Pretty modern, wei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWt0E56BI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uumhhzou-3c/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204708401941702674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWt0E56BI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uumhhzou-3c/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad's freshly planted fields of grass (the orange patches).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWuEE56CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sfTD3PLAj4g/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204708406236669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWuEE56CI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sfTD3PLAj4g/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only tree that I could find which wasn't all green. Well-kept farm eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and the best part was:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWukE56DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9OibB4KcccI/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204708414826604594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrWukE56DI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/9OibB4KcccI/s320/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove my family for the first time! On the way back, and so did Nad!Those driving lessons really paid off XP (Only for a short while la. Like for what? 5 minutes or so? Ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDq6F0E556I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Fd8lcV8wcrU/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6259377415355340873?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6259377415355340873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6259377415355340873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6259377415355340873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6259377415355340873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-foremostid-like-to-apologise-for.html' title='A Well-Needed Dose Of Nature'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDrxRkE566I/AAAAAAAAAXI/WK3SPYb8Drk/s72-c/DSC00399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2257490557210484405</id><published>2008-05-22T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:59:37.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Cook'/><title type='text'>David COOK,Your American Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the VERY first time I blogged two posts in one night. That means this person I'm blogging about is CERTAINLY worth it. Presenting Your American Idol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/04-08/GLcooksmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/img/04-08/GLcooksmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DAVID COOK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie,&lt;/strong&gt; as many of his fans call him, totally deserves being crowned the American Idol of 2008.Initially, I didn't really get to watch American Idol, because I was busy or accidentally dozed off too early most of the time after coming back from coll. But I manage to hear the performances or watch snippets of it.So you might say that I'm not a hard core fan.I know that the girls love love love David Cook, and I thought he was pretty good too,but not die-hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until yesterday,21st March 08.When I saw him perfom "Dream Big", the chosen song submitted in by contestant songwriter, Emily Shackleton, he just....blew my away. I mean,he breathed so much life into those lyrics and made it his own! The way he arranged the music to make the song come alive,the tone of his voice,omigosh it was just so &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING.&lt;/strong&gt; Now I know why Mich and Fatin are so David Cook-ed! It's so hard not to be pulled by his rocker charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the fact that he can be so emo sensitive yet gruff and edgy.Went to Youtube to watch some os his videos.My fav was his rendition of "Always Be My Baby". Genius. Simply and absolutely genius.And he let his tough rocker persona guard down a bit at the Finals and Results Show too! I mean, to know that an edgy guy like that has a soft centre? &lt;strong&gt;AWWWW! &lt;/strong&gt;Makes me love him even more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a big fan of rock,so David Cook appeals to more than Archie.David Archuleta has solid vocals,no doubt.But DAVID COOK has this undeniable charisma when he gets up on stage! He just naturally has this aura of outstandingness when he performs.I was so pissed at Simon when he said Round 1 went to David A. , when it was so obvious that David Cook did so much better! And what do you mean by wrong song choice for the 3rd song?It was a moving,emotional acoustic accompanied honey-to-the-ears! Ok yeah,I kind of agree with Simon for the 2nd song choice,because David A. pulled my heartstrings in the 2nd, and yeah the 3rd too.But Cook was so original for the 3rd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just another thing that I love about him.His originality in arranging and making it his own!This is obviously credited to his previous band experience. Who'd ever thought that Mariah Carey's songs, that are die-hard R &amp;amp; B infused with sappy sweetness and damned karaoke staples, could be remade into emotion-grabbing rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did think that Simon was showing that he sided with David A. a bit too obviously throughout the finals.But I was very happy when he apologised to Cookie on the results show,good to show back his respect for the latter.David A. can be a bit boring to watch sometimes.However,Cookie's performances,&lt;em&gt;especially the finals,&lt;/em&gt;made you feel you were already at one of his &lt;strong&gt;ROCK CONCERTS!&lt;/strong&gt; At that time, to me; it didn't matter if he didn't win American Idol or not; he was already a SUPERSTAR in his own right,and can dish out an album anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he loves his brothers too! His white Les Paul has the initials AC on it,which stands for his brothers, Andrew and Adam Cook.Apparently it was reported on 1 April 2008, he was rushed to the hospital after his Dolly Parton week song, due to high blood pressure.It was probably stress contributed with the fact that his brother,Adam Cook was suffering from brain cancer. He was already not well at the beginning of the show,but he refused to go,only after he completed his performance that he did so. Seriously,who cannot admire someone with such dedication to his music and his family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cookie must have been friggin ECSTATIC and HONOURED when he performed alongside Bryan Adams and ZZ Top! I mean, Bryan Adams is probably the BEST Canadian musician/singer ever! Alongside Celine Dion, but she's just a singer though. Plus, the guys from ZZ Top were adorable!With their black hats,long beards and shades :P Proof that just because you're way past 60 doesn't mean you can't still rock out. Another similarity between ZZ Top and Cookie is that they are in a way connected to the Guitar Hero franchise; ZZ Top's song "Sharp Dressed Man" was featured as a playable song in Guitar Hero 1, and David C along with David A. starred in separate commercials for Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of Guitar Hero, loved the &lt;strong&gt;Zitar Hero&lt;/strong&gt; parody by the Guru in American Idol! It caught me off guard,LOL! But I kinda realised it when I saw the Guru staring at the TV strumming his instrument.The Guru was fuh-ny and his mobile carpet was cool. Poor Ryan 'Seafoam' ;p ! Luckily he didn't actually fall over or kicked the camera lens XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 2.45 am according to my computer moniter.Best be heading off now, blame my staying up late on David Cook.He's just so....incredible, that he made me stay up for more than 15 min just to blog a dedication post to him! Lucky for me that I'm getting up at 9am tomorrow! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2257490557210484405?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2257490557210484405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2257490557210484405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2257490557210484405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2257490557210484405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cookyour-american-idol.html' title='David COOK,Your American Idol!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4531340489365631424</id><published>2008-05-22T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:55:02.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collector items'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biological research'/><title type='text'>Lecturer's Day Pics,At Long Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 16th of May 2008, Friday, us A Level Jan and March 08 people experienced our very first Lecturers Appreciation Day. We still had classes in the morn, since Lecturers Day only started at 2.30pm. Oh, and sorry for the long delay of posting up the pictures, been rather busy. Expect me to put up the pics of any occasion two weeks later from the actual occasion ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6EE551I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4oTRuHF76Us/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203236366325507922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6EE551I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4oTRuHF76Us/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stopped by Mr Leo's room before class. Karyn was there and she has the green version of my Sony camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6EE552I/AAAAAAAAAOo/DT-07OEbLg0/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203236366325507938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6EE552I/AAAAAAAAAOo/DT-07OEbLg0/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls gift for Mr Kingsley, coz he has a sweet tooth. Nicely accentuated with a ribbon ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6UE553I/AAAAAAAAAOw/NiLUrGUm6L0/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203236370620475250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6UE553I/AAAAAAAAAOw/NiLUrGUm6L0/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bryan from Science Express was emcee.His mom's Dr Wong, Director of A Levels.Kinda like Pandikar Amin, he was trying to get the audience to pay attention, but we were all causing a ruckus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6UE554I/AAAAAAAAAO4/U73_SF_c5Us/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203236370620475266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6UE554I/AAAAAAAAAO4/U73_SF_c5Us/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yee Eng, President of ALSCO was also emceeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbe0E55wI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iX9wI4k93wA/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235898174072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbe0E55wI/AAAAAAAAAN4/iX9wI4k93wA/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nazeera before she sang for her performance.Didn't put any pics of her singing, or else I'll kena from her in college ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfEE55xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L16Svo-lvFE/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235902469039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfEE55xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L16Svo-lvFE/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The S4 class singing "You Raise Me Up". Go Su-Lyn and Janice! Isn't there some guy named Yong Meng here too? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfEE55yI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DrZM2ipG04U/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235902469039906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfEE55yI/AAAAAAAAAOI/DrZM2ipG04U/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The S5 Further Maths class singing a specially composed medley of songs for their subject teachers, which was really cool. Try to spot Jeff, Yee Eng and Nichelle here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfUE55zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0UX7lIsX0Lc/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235906764007218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfUE55zI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0UX7lIsX0Lc/s320/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The A1 Maths class with our beloved teacher, Ms Wong Sock Leng. Ms Wong, I won't disappoint you! I'll work really, really hard in Maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfUE550I/AAAAAAAAAOY/EVdT0krC4m4/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235906764007234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWbfUE550I/AAAAAAAAAOY/EVdT0krC4m4/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The A1 Psychology class with our lovely and fashionable lecturer/ mentor, Ms Ida Ngui (next to Shaaira, diagonal of Fildza). We're very blessed to have her as our lecturer :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Lecturers Day, all 6 of us went to the benches to goof off, primarily by camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;I was more of the photographer of course, hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa9EE55rI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hpun03sAUDg/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235318353487538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa9EE55rI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Hpun03sAUDg/s320/DSC00267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Fatin,Shaaira,Fildza,Nina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa9UE55sI/AAAAAAAAANY/5An1zlucrwY/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235322648454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa9UE55sI/AAAAAAAAANY/5An1zlucrwY/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tintin and Shaai Shaai ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa9kE55tI/AAAAAAAAANg/g8p-fhneEdc/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235326943422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa9kE55tI/AAAAAAAAANg/g8p-fhneEdc/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, this was at the foyer in college, near the auditorium where Lecturers Day was held.Whitey far right is Michelle Chan aka Mich/Chelle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa-EE55uI/AAAAAAAAANo/J0sl6CRmTHc/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235335533356770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa-EE55uI/AAAAAAAAANo/J0sl6CRmTHc/s320/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Fatin, from Nina's perspective. We were looking at another camera, think it was Fatin's. It's such a nice pic that Nina shot so I had to put it up!Thanks Nino :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa-EE55vI/AAAAAAAAANw/pvDivREtyEw/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203235335533356786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWa-EE55vI/AAAAAAAAANw/pvDivREtyEw/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we're actually looking at my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWagkE55mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MpwsV7VFJ70/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234828727215714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWagkE55mI/AAAAAAAAAMo/MpwsV7VFJ70/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The A1 Gang; Fatin shot this. Love you guys &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWag0E55nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JFgo_FC0Xik/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234833022183026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWag0E55nI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JFgo_FC0Xik/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shaaira and Nino are testing to see if they can transfer their thoughts to each other, by putting their heads together. Lol! JK JK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since we still had a lot of free time in our hands; Nino, Tintin and I decided to terrorise Mr Leo in his room:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWag0E55oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Jc-pDhngm9I/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234833022183042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWag0E55oI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Jc-pDhngm9I/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is an unsuccessful pic of Mr Leo. He will never allow a pic of his face to be taken -.- Yeesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWahEE55pI/AAAAAAAAANA/zTyKuWpCJ3I/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234837317150354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWahEE55pI/AAAAAAAAANA/zTyKuWpCJ3I/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nino with the soft fluffy flower that she gave Mr Leo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWahUE55qI/AAAAAAAAANI/yI66braK_UI/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234841612117666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWahUE55qI/AAAAAAAAANI/yI66braK_UI/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fatin the Destroyer with Mr Leo's Mr. Bean bear. It was a gift from last years batch, not that he actually bought it himself -.-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ3kE55hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xCPNZ0PmaWg/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234124352579090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ3kE55hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xCPNZ0PmaWg/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My gift to Mr Leo. Wanted to test him if he's really as smart as he supposedly is, nyehehe }:P Didn't realise there were so many Sudoku puzzles inside, gah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ30E55iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Q7ivQ1mSjjQ/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234128647546402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ30E55iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Q7ivQ1mSjjQ/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Psychology lecturer, Ms Ida; shares the same room with Mr Leo. This book was my gift to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ4EE55jI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/91T4gLF7Gpo/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234132942513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ4EE55jI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/91T4gLF7Gpo/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Leonard's painted rock, a gift from ALSCO. In case you were wondering, it's the A Level Sunway College Organisation (ALSCO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ4UE55kI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kRUeEjBmRJE/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234137237481026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ4UE55kI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kRUeEjBmRJE/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms Ida's rock. It matched her gold and blue Baju Kebaya that day! How appropriate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ4kE55lI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BoHt2iVVddU/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203234141532448338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZ4kE55lI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BoHt2iVVddU/s320/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Leo's Smorkin Labbit. Now THIS he actually bought. I always tell him off for buying it,because it's a blasted waste of money! Collecting foreign currency I understand laa, but a friggin glow-in-the-dark, one-eyed rabbit ?! Paid a hefty amount of money summore, eeyer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZSUE55cI/AAAAAAAAALY/VvUn6mzOMYs/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203233484402451906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZSUE55cI/AAAAAAAAALY/VvUn6mzOMYs/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me waving Mr Leo's bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZSkE55dI/AAAAAAAAALg/PaMVkVQhrOM/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203233488697419218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZSkE55dI/AAAAAAAAALg/PaMVkVQhrOM/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last pic of Lecturer's Day: Ms Ida's gorgeous bouquet from her mentees, courtesy of Mindy. Thanks so much Mindy! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the evening of 21st of May, my fingers were itching to snap pictures, so I snapped a few pics of articles that caught my eye in The Star newspaper that day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZS0E55eI/AAAAAAAAALo/U8ealwDrBVo/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203233492992386530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZS0E55eI/AAAAAAAAALo/U8ealwDrBVo/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was completely mortified when I saw this! 0.o Hey look, I'm no extremist when it comes to religion but HELLO?! Bastard athiest sniper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZS0E55fI/AAAAAAAAALw/LUUO-SPxAe4/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203233492992386546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZS0E55fI/AAAAAAAAALw/LUUO-SPxAe4/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those of you who read this article would prolly agree with me that it's DAMN friggin funny! XD Basically, the writer was explaining about using the proper English at either a formal/informal event. What made me so entertained were the examples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine if your apartment was on fire and you called up the fire brigade saying, "Hello,kind sir. I daresay my spacious loft is combusting at a rather high speed.Therefore,please do hurry because it'll be burned to ashes if you don't hasten and I simply don't have the skills nor the equipment to put it out!" -.-""" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or hip-hop Black brudder, "Yo Dawg! My crib's on fire so would ya get your ass down here and hose it or sum'in?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or bimbo Valley girl, "Like,hey there! Like,my apartment's like,on fire,coz I like, spilled my Sally Hansen nail polish,all over my like,plush pink cahrpet and like, my cigarette butt fell and like,it got all like,fire-y.... *seductively* So like, if you guys like,hurry up,like there'll be like some reward if you like, hurry up,kayh? Kisses,mwah mwah!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Get what I mean? Anyhow, next article:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZTEE55gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7lh_005cqFQ/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203233497287353858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWZTEE55gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7lh_005cqFQ/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No no eww! This is, as quoted from that balding fat-ass White lawyer who got his actual butt stung by Adam, Barry Bee's bespectacled bee friend in The Bee Movie, "This is a perversion of the natural course of human nature...". Okay for now,it's used for research ONLY so that's still okay, I guess; instead of taking actual human eggs and de-nucleusing them. But what about the near future? There might be actually animal-human hybrids! &lt;strong&gt;GROSS!&lt;/strong&gt; Can't imagine a human with a sheep's head or something. However, a real live werewolf would be kinda cool though :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then again, everyone's entitled to their own opinion. Feel free to drop an opinion on anything in my Chatbox. I'd love to hear you guys speak out :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-4531340489365631424?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4531340489365631424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4531340489365631424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4531340489365631424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4531340489365631424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/lecturers-day-picsat-long-last.html' title='Lecturer&apos;s Day Pics,At Long Last!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SDWb6EE551I/AAAAAAAAAOg/4oTRuHF76Us/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-2218437785712437034</id><published>2008-05-21T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:32:04.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fildza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1998'/><title type='text'>My Very First Tag! Honoured ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know that they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago (1998)?&lt;br /&gt;1) I was...8?&lt;br /&gt;2) My baby teeth was falling out&lt;br /&gt;3) I was in 2 Kuning&lt;br /&gt;4) Had my hair in a plait,braid,tocang whatever you can call it&lt;br /&gt;5) The year when I moved to my current Taman TAR residency! Good times, good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;1) As mentioned in my previous post,complete Fildza's tag, which happens to be my first ;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Also previously mentioned, put up a post on my Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;3) Again previously mentioned, post up Shaai's belated bday piccies&lt;br /&gt;4) For the friggin 4th time, as I've previously mentioned, post up the pics I took on Lecturer's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;5) Snarf down a yummy and nutritious breakfast when I get up tomorrow, coz I'm hungry.Lazy to go downstairs to the kitchen now &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1) Chipsmore! Call me old school, everyone else likes Cadbury Bytes :P&lt;br /&gt;2) Ice-Cream Snickers&lt;br /&gt;3) French fries too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;4) J.Co Donuts!! Musn't forget Heaven Berry!&lt;br /&gt;5) And undeniably, CHOCOLATE 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;1) So I don't take Econs, but yah I would invest too! Grow money grow! ;D&lt;br /&gt;2) Set up a dyslexia centre&lt;br /&gt;3) Pay for my parents vacations around the world, instead of them paying for me &lt;:)&lt;br /&gt;4) Buy awesome art pieces&lt;br /&gt;5) Start my own Anime Series! Yes,I'm a self-proclaimed Anime fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;1) Beating around the bush when I speak&lt;br /&gt;2) Talking before thinking&lt;br /&gt;3) Having blur moments&lt;br /&gt;4) Find something else to do when I'm supposed to do something else&lt;br /&gt;5) Getting nervous and tongue tied for no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;1) A terrace house in Taman TAR&lt;br /&gt;2) A bungalow also in Taman TAR&lt;br /&gt;3) My maternal grandparents first house in some section in Shah Alam&lt;br /&gt;4) My maternal grandparents second house in Kota Kemuning&lt;br /&gt;5) My paternal grandparents only house in Kajang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1) Jay Dee&lt;br /&gt;2) Ching&lt;br /&gt;3) Nichelle&lt;br /&gt;4) Su-Lyn&lt;br /&gt;5) Yee Eng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait!! Make that 6 people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The Honourable Amira Nadiafatin, how could I forget you, ahha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-2218437785712437034?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/2218437785712437034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=2218437785712437034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2218437785712437034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/2218437785712437034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-first-tag-honoured-d.html' title='My Very First Tag! Honoured ;D'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8044376481095359053</id><published>2008-05-20T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:31:35.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tun Mahathir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>A Sea Of Thoughts Swirling Around In My Head.Must.Gush.Out.NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I KNOW I'm supposed to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Post up pics of Lecturer's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Blog about Mother's Day (I baked CUPCAKES! Inspired by the Wacky A Level Gang ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Post up Shaai's belated birthday pics (Coz I wanna!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) Study for Psych and Law tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Do Fildza's tag (Yay! My first tag in a blog ;D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) God knows what else but it's somewhere on the tip of my brain (or the back of my head,whatever.It's called the cerebellum right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;But seriously,there are too many thoughts flying around my poor brain that I can't take it anymore! Must.Blog.Resistance.Is.Futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Or else this organ up here will go Tick-Tick-Tick-BOOM!-SPLAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;You must be thinking I'm the oddest person from Sunway now,huh? Oh well. Lemme clear up a few things. Nadia thinks I'm nuts, because I just came out from the bathroom wrapped in my yellow towel and insist on hogging the main PC to blog. Quote from Nad, "You got issues" -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was just flipping through the newspapers after arriving home from college.My aunt was spot on,Tun Mahathir has resigned from UMNO! Ucu (My aunt) must have known from Atuk or something, and for shizzle it'll be the headline on every this-news-matters newpaper.&lt;br /&gt;I don't regard The Malay Mail as very news-savvy.The graphics suck now,and compared to The Star and NST they have less news.Besides,I've never liked them since they changed their format to a tabloid newspaper.Yuks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Why am I so obsessed over Tun Mahathir?No,I'm not obsessed with him,eww please la.He's smart and all,but hello,he's 80 plus?Nearly 20 years older than my grandpa,okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The next bit will be a bit weird for y'all.Brace yourselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thing is,my grandpa's quite a well-known politician,but I'm not disclosing any facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm inspired by him and I hope to follow in his footsteps,to serve the Malaysian citizens one day.Of course,as one of my dear friends had mentioned to me before,after knowing the results of March 8 that night, "That's what every politician wishes to do,Naj", sarcastically. (Don't worry,it was just a comment,not a personal insult whatsoever.) Which obviously implies something.Like the fact that politicians may end up corrupted,dealing with matter that are beneficial only to them,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, politicians have to deal with corruption,charges,complaints everyday by the rakyat with "You're not doing your work right; Government not giving me financial support; yada yada yada" and whatnot. But...I don't know.Let's just say that even my friends think I'll make a good politician one day,based on my personality.I want to play a role in making this nation a better one,to be one of the future leaders.I want to be able to be a role model.I want to take part in Parliamentary debates.It's just all so...intriguing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;From my experience with my grandpa and all,I know how exceedingly difficult it is to be a good politician.My grandpa faced a lot of crap during his days,which subsequently led to his resignation.But I still want to embark on politics,you might say it's in my blood.I like being challenged,and knowing how the cut-throat world of politics is,I'm prepared to take it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Atuk says I'm a bit too soft-hearted for it,and I must prepare for the stings and barbs that comes with it.It's a dangerous avenue,and for someone who can be easily intimidated,he says that I must learn to be stronger,and maybe a little cold-hearted.Whatever insults are thrown at me,I must be able to take it.Reminds me of Physics.Impulse, lengthen the impulse time to decrease the force of impact,or somewhatchamacallit like that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm fretting like mad (although I really shouldn't be).I don't know if I have the capabilities to be a national leader one day.After saying that,my memories took me back to 2005,where I was the cheer squad captain and also my PMR year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Before I start,must say that I quickly ran back to my bedrrom and slipped on a pair of green,paisley-patterned PJs.As I said,that was my first ever year as Cheer Captain,because I was voted as Cheer Club President that year.My cheer club teacher,Miss Zaireen,herself said that she thought I was the most appropriate candidate for the job.I could tell that she expected great things from me,and I also thought of that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Boy,was my ego crushed when we didn't do so well as I hoped for.And being cheer captain was NO walk in the park.We didn't rank very well in 2005,and I was very very disappointed with myself for not doing a good job.I was even more crushed in the subsequent year,which I was still captain of,that my sister team,even though it was their first time being a team,did absolutely wonderful on their first try,gaining number 6 out of all the cheer squads in Malaysia! (Have to say my squad was alright,but I wish I lead them better and did a better job). I'm still a supporter for both teams yah,both as a former cheerleader and school supporter ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;This outcome made me feel very inadequate and insecure.It questioned my ability as a good leader,and I was a prefect at that.Being a strict perfectionist,I felt like a damn fool and a huge failure,trashing my cheer teacher's hopes and dreams as well as mine.However,I took these experiences to heart and learned from my lessons.In Form 5,I participated in St.Johns Ambulance as Vice President and the Peer Counselling unit,which I did pretty good jobs of (although there was one time where I screwed at St.Johns. Urgh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;My point is,I'm still questioning whether I'm actually a good leader.If I'm not even a good leader,what's the point of aspiring to be a nation's leader?! After participating in AD-HOC ALSCO, and with Ms Joy's explanation of why I wasn't chosen to be in the actual ALSCO,she regained a bit of my lost confidence : "We cannot let you in because you already have too many things going on for you.But you are capable of excellent things,Amira.You're a good leader.And I insisted that what you did for ALSCO will be listed down in your CV!" ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 guess I did a good job during the A-Level Charity Food and Fun Fair, and I was satisfied with Ms. Joy's explanation.However,my insecurity and constant pessimism within my heart keeps dragging me downwards.I feel pressure from everywhere,that many people expect a lot of good things from me,that they know I can do it.But I JUST CAN'T SEEM to bring it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Ms Wong says that if I can get an A1 for SPM Add Maths, I can surely get A for AS. Ms Kwee,my tutor expects me to do a good job of my A Level Maths.Mr Leonard believes that I can get an A for GP,which he claims he doesn't say often about many people &lt;:O Mr Kingsley says I'm a key person in the musical, which happens to take quite a lot of my time.It's not the graduation/musical practice that makes me exhausted,it's actually the journey back home from Sunway.I'm trying but STRUGGLING to balance both my studies,musical and tap. Did I mention I have tap? With my final exam this year?! &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;br /&gt;Sigh.No wonder I'm a mess.I can't seem to think straight anymore.I hope there'll be one day where I can truly recognise my abilities,and unleash my full potential.I want to fulfill people's hopes that they have me,as well and of course,most importantly my own hopes and dreams.I don't feel that I'm an outstanding person,but I feel that I'm someone who tries my best.But I hope that my best will be good enough.Even if that best is 100%,I want to be able to bring it up to 110,120 or even a 150%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;It's already 6.30pm,omigosh.Toodles everybody,must study Psych!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8044376481095359053?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8044376481095359053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8044376481095359053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8044376481095359053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8044376481095359053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/sea-of-thoughts-swirling-around-in-my.html' title='A Sea Of Thoughts Swirling Around In My Head.Must.Gush.Out.NOW'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-4386375551362625692</id><published>2008-05-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:33:22.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunway University College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groups of 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Michy Chan,"Lu-Ween" Di Mana? Uncovering Friendship in College.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been 3 friggin days that I haven't seen Michy Chan! I've been sms-ing her but dear girl isn't replying my smses.Fy also mentioned that Mich hasn't been replying her either,but according to Fy,Mich has called up Shaaira to inform her she had contracted a fever this week.And hopefully,she'll be back by Thursday (tomorrow),yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words: I miss Mich :( She keeps all of us grounded, and always there whenever we need a shoulder to lean on (Isn't that a lyric from 'Lean on Me?' :P) That doesn't mean she doesn't get high,though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that,I would like to dedicate this post to my 5 new friends from class A1 whom I've bonded closely to in college.Don't worry,I have not left out those from classes like S2 or S5 ;) I will blog about you people in another post,hakuna matata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it in order of meeting. The first person I met would have to be Shaaira.And it was in the ground floor toilet near Audi 3 &amp;amp; 4! XD Outside the cubicle at that.We kinda said hi to each other and I remembered commenting what an awkward place to meet new friends.I was relieved when I found that she was in my Psychology class,and I'm pretty sure she was too.So it was like a "I got kawan!" moment. Shaai is the laughter disease carrier,because we ALWAYS get high whenever we're around her! She makes us laugh for no apparent reason,and a generally bubbly person.She has already admitted herself that her major is laughter!But she is hardworking and serious concerning subjects where she has to be.A good person to talk to about anything in general,specially bout those concerning relationships,kan Shaai? ;) A social butterfly with friends ALL OVER the place (literally), she makes anyone feel comfortable around her,even those who are shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shy,we have Miss Amanina as Mr Leo calls her in GP.Nina has also confessed herself as a private person,for it takes her time to warm up to people.I first met Nina during Malaysian Studies,and found out she was a Subang-ian,from SMK USJ 4. One of my most vivid memories with Nino (I typed it out,not orally said yah ;) was when I was pondering whether or not I should register for Freshie Queen Nominee for Freshie Night.It was supposed to just be me,Nina and Melanie purchasing our tickets for Freshie Night before GP class.Mr Jeremy of SSD asked us whether anyone one of us were interested to contend,but it required us to do a performance.Since I had a dance background,I had somewhat of an advantage.I was hesitating,but Nina motivated me by saying "Why not?Go ahead!" and so I did. She looked very pretty during Freshie Night,Nino! Then again,you're always pretty what :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd in line was the late-registered Fildza Haifa.According to her,I was the first person who chatted up to her on her first day.Happy to be your welcome wagon,dahling ;) I was pleasantly shocked when she first came in for Maths,because although she missed the first two Math lessons,she solved the given Math questions on her first day so quickly! I was like "Oh man,she's a whiz wei!" Found out she was one of the only two people in A1 to have a combo of these four subjects: Law,Math,Psycho and Econs (At that time,now she no more take Law) Exceptionally helpful,she helped me through ALOT of difficulties that I was having (thanks ever so much :) and worked her butt off to make my party a success! I guarantee I'll reply you someday babe,you just name your price.I can't give you the Mini Cooper you want though,yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the two-week late Miss Chan! She first came in during Law,and after only a few days without even having to take the IELTS/GP test,she was recommended by Ms Joy to do GP! (Wahliao!) Michy,like I said,is the down-to-earth hun that keeps us all in check.She has a dry sense of humour that reflects a silent but strong intelligence behind her fair face.She might just be psychic,because it seems whatever one of us will be thinking of that time,she'll be thinking of it too!She always makes us feel good of ourselves if we ever feel down,and a very good listener and empathiser.However,she is prone to getting sick,for example this couple of days.Michy,hope you get better,yah? We people in A1 miss you hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely NOT the least,is the Marchie of our gang,Fatin or as I affectionately call her,Tintin.Not after that comic book dude,mind you.She calls me Najnaj in return :D First introduced by Ninomon on the first day of coll,I recognized her from Nino's blog.She and Nino are best buddies.Discovered we shared two classes together,Law and Psych.At first,she and I didn't really talk much,probably due to her being new.But then once we started chatting online,we found out we have MUCH in common than we expected, and supported each other through our hard times :) Now she's my permanent desk partner in Law! (I want to sit in front for Psych,Tintin.Sorry tau :p) If we have the time,we like to pop in Mr Leo's room for a visit,as Tintin doesn't have any classes with him,so those are the only times she can go to disturb him XD Apparently we share a common love for Anime!How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only a summary of the fab friends I have in college.And all of them have blogs listed under my Connections box.It was thanks to them I got inspired to start my blog.All of us are going to share a one and half year journey through A Levels,and we're without questionable doubt,support each other throughout it.We may still be new and there are alot more to us that we might not know about each other,but we have this 1 1/2 years to undergo a journey of friendship and discovery.As devoted friends,we accept each other no matter what their imperfections are, and advise each other when we feel something's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my newly-acquainted friends,I dedicate this post to you once again,and I hope that we can all relate more our experiences through our blogging and talking.See ya all in college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-4386375551362625692?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/4386375551362625692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=4386375551362625692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4386375551362625692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/4386375551362625692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/michy-chanlu-ween-di-mana-uncovering.html' title='Michy Chan,&quot;Lu-Ween&quot; Di Mana? Uncovering Friendship in College.'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6159824420699981834</id><published>2008-05-13T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:56:46.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunway University College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overpacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='menigitis'/><title type='text'>Tappity Tap Tap: Meet Fuego and Diego!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently Math is a popular subject of revision amongst the Sun-U A Level students.At least,that's what my coursemates told me.Fildza,Shaai,Nichelle and I'm pretty damn sure Nina is too,though didn't get to chat with her tonight.I would have too,but Tap class made me too pooped for the night,so I'll revise the next morning, along with (hopefully) writing a GP essay for Mr Leo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh,tap.Sometimes I get really worried about going for tap class though,because if I didn't have the chance to practise (which is pretty much most of the time), I'd screw up my exercises and make my dance teacher disappointed (she goes by the name of Ms Sonia). If I don't know my work well,I tend to tense up and screw my dances,which frusts me to no end.I know I can do so much better,but there are such things as human limitations,I unfortunately remind myself. But then again after redoing my steps in class all over again,a wave of relief and satisfaction comes over me,and I feel re-energized after tapping.Making music with your feet is a damn lot of fun,I must say.But it takes a hell lotta practise to make music,or else you'd just be stomping all over the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Therefore,I'd like to introduce you to my dance partners of over 5 years or so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDA1Xy2HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yn244z9ZBJc/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901663870244978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDA1Xy2HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yn244z9ZBJc/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Fuego and Diego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Fuego's the right shoe, Diego's left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuego means fire in Spanish,and my right foot tends to go faster than my left when I tap.So my speed to me,is reminiscent of fire. Diego is named as so because well,I've always liked the name Diego, and it rhymed with Fuego! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDBVXy2II/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pzo6L6BFGwI/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901672460179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDBVXy2II/AAAAAAAAAK4/Pzo6L6BFGwI/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dude,seriously.You can murder someone with these,wei. Don't sue me just because they're my shoes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDBVXy2JI/AAAAAAAAALA/ffkT-CR9pXA/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901672460179602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDBVXy2JI/AAAAAAAAALA/ffkT-CR9pXA/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Personalised shoesies.With liquid paper.How quaint.At least if I lose them,someone will know it belongs to somebody named Najwa :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If some of you guys have been wondering, I've been dancing tap for 9 years now.I started when I was 9,which is actually quite late for a dancer.By the way,I had a different pair of tap shoes for the first 3 years,they were &lt;em&gt;silver&lt;/em&gt; in colour! But then had to change to &lt;em&gt;pro black&lt;/em&gt; because silver was for kiddies :( &lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt; shall be the year where I'll be graduating from tap this year as a true professional! Although Ms Sonia has already warned me at my Advanced 2 level there is a possibility I might fail -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tap is not my only genre,however.I dance modern as well.Modern in technical dance terms,is a combination of ballet and contemporary dance.If you have ever watched Stomp,The Musical or Stomp The Yard you might get the picture.Modern isn't as feminine and gentle as ballet,but more structured than contemporary dance.It shares a few basic rules as ballet,such as pointed toes,poise and split jumps,but it can be aggressive and interpretative.I should find and put up a video one day to give people a clearer picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to modern,I get to adapt to many different areas of dance easily like broadway,hip-hop,latin and other contemporary dances.However,I;m having trouble with adapting to cha-cha,I can't seem to get my style right!A lot of technicality like the outward pointed toes,movement of the hips and arms,all that "jazz" (pun intended ;p ) I don't know,even though I'm a dancer,sometimes I can't make my body move the way I want it to move and look nice,it just ends up making me look distorted and flawed.Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh,before heading off to tap,I had to get my menigitis jab at the clinic.It's so I'll be protected from it when I go for my Umrah trip during the two-week long holiday.I'll blog more about that later on,but during those two weeks obviously I won't be able to blog.Darn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDB1Xy2KI/AAAAAAAAALI/q90N05Qo7pU/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901681050114210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDB1Xy2KI/AAAAAAAAALI/q90N05Qo7pU/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A little recap what happened before tap.I left coll at 5.55pm or so (my driver could have picked me up earlier had not my lovely sis INSIST on going back home after ending at 4.40pm at her school! He reached home at 5pm when he could have picked me up instead!Crappers,man.So in the end,I reached home at 6.45 pm,quickly had a bath,skipped dinner,went to the clinic for my jab,and went for tap at 8.10pm.We had to go before tap for fear the clinic would have closed by 9pm,and my tap was from 8-9pm.Still wondering why I don't feel like doing my work?Imagine,I tapped for an hour straight WITHOUT food in my stomach.Surprised I didn't get gastritis then,phwoar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would also like to introduce you to my bag,which currently has no given name,but the label says it all: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDCFXy2LI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c2dcTvd5KOk/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901685345081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDCFXy2LI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c2dcTvd5KOk/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay,just to clarify,it says Super Dancer on the bag.I'm not a SUPER dancer,just a plain old one.Super would be someone like J.Lo,Britney (before she got diagnosed with bipolar) or my sis,Nadia.But well,I bought it (in Xiamen,China!) for it's cool border design and it had the word "dancer" on it.Basically,it's a unique bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What made it even more unique is that it is used by moi.I pity my bags man, I'm such a pack rat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnCn1Xy2DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tLvJbcZe3Bk/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901234373515314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnCn1Xy2DI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tLvJbcZe3Bk/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how expanded the bag is! It has that much stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnCoVXy2EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ar-0pm8su3c/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901242963449922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnCoVXy2EI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ar-0pm8su3c/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's not all wei. Introducing Bag No.2.Two files,a plastic folder and I reckon my pencil case is somewhere inside?But it was find-and-discuss-your-old-handouts day at college (well,for my subject combo: Psych and Math today), so might as well bring the whole damn file.If Shaaira says she's moving house with her bag,she's moving from a bungalow while I'm moving from a mansion @_@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Speaking of college,here are my first few ever snapshots I took around college with my Cybershot! I'm beginning to be quite the photo journalist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnColXy2FI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RtllhEPyD_M/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnCo1Xy2GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DIHHGSJbYU4/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199901251553384546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnCo1Xy2GI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DIHHGSJbYU4/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff said I should enter.Can't.I know how to teach the technique of breakdancing (It's true!) but I can't do it myself.My arm muscles are too weak.Bottom line is: I'm really not much of a breakdancer :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA61Xy19I/AAAAAAAAAJg/5KV5iEwjs2Y/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199899361767774162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA61Xy19I/AAAAAAAAAJg/5KV5iEwjs2Y/s320/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is dear old Jeff.During our break at the cafeteria.The Jan 08 people were having their Econs class.The yellow canary is Fatin :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA7lXy1-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/XS5iQYeQsEQ/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199899374652676066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA7lXy1-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/XS5iQYeQsEQ/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeff's playing 02 Jam,which helps builds up your focus.He says it helps him with his studying,and that the best students in his school were avid gamers.Why do I not feel surprised with this revelation? ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA8FXy1_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wfn-XszHamo/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199899383242610674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA8FXy1_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wfn-XszHamo/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tintin and I. Special message to yellow Radioactive shirt girl: See,I put up this pic in my blog after all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA9VXy2AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AOoeaOpRzNM/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199899404717447170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA9VXy2AI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AOoeaOpRzNM/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this 'ere is Tino!Both in the same shade of pink!We didn't pakat at all,nyaha! XD And yes yes,I shall bring the cheongsams for you,do not fret babe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ooh,and the even better coincidence of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA9VXy2BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-4bEevv095Q/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199899404717447186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnA9VXy2BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-4bEevv095Q/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after my post on Cyclone Nargis.Go Sunway College,Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6159824420699981834?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6159824420699981834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6159824420699981834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6159824420699981834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6159824420699981834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/tappity-tap-tap-meet-fuego-and-diego.html' title='Tappity Tap Tap: Meet Fuego and Diego!'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCnDA1Xy2HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yn244z9ZBJc/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-6372585638723858311</id><published>2008-05-12T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:06:58.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyclone Nargis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spilling water'/><title type='text'>Introduction To The 'Cyclone Nargis,Myanmar' Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've finished&lt;/span&gt; READING up on Chapter 4, Delegated Legislation and going to start soon on Chapter 7, Equity for Ms.Marie's exercise tomorrow.Mind you,I said READ,not STUDY because all I did was read,and have not started on the sample essay question/answer whatnot. Crap-azola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank god I already started on Chapter 4 to study for Mid-Term whilst I wilted away at home today.Thanks again Tintin,for keeping me updated, or else I'd had no clue and end up being "What the heck?!" tomorrow at coll.Maybe I should just wake up early to read Equity the next morning.The pills are starting to kick in again,I have this strong urge to go beddy-bye now.Wonder if 5 am will be too early or too late to wake up and study?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxLFXy14I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6ykYDOgCttU/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199530205033715586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxLFXy14I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6ykYDOgCttU/s320/DSC00156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My English Legal System textbook for AS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It costs RM190 from other bookstores,but RM72 in Sunway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling absolutely cheated -.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah,the best part of today was when I accidentally Naj-ed (Naj,nudge,geddit?) my cup of water that spilled ALL OVER my Maths notes.I made it fall 3 times when I was trying to stand it up!Nad was laughing her headphones off.I was what the hell-ing? at her. Hello,totally unfunny! &gt;:( Amazed that I didn't blow my top, but my frustration silently simmered below my skin, half thanks to the medicine,which has de-energized me. How am I going to survive in college tomorrow when all I want to do is sleep?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxLlXy15I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mbpyNgNwn4o/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199530213623650194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxLlXy15I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mbpyNgNwn4o/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My wet Math notes.Managed to arrange them so that the wet bits were exposed and can be dried off quickly.The Trigo notes have come undone.Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really shouldn't be complaining though.Been keeping updated with news on Cyclone Nargis.Surfed online to Wiki,and found out that Myanmar's not the only country to have been affected by it.India and Sri Lanka got hit by it too.The exception was India, where the India Meteorological Department had recommended their fishermen beforehand not to sail into the ocean during the passage of Nargis.All this reminds me how thankful I should be with the blessings that God has given to me.Malaysia isn't that bad you know,thank God for the existence of democracy here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Personally,the junta are being stubborn to not accept foreign aid from other countries when they (Malaysia too) are willingly offering our hands and hearts to assist the victims.Pure dictatorship if you ask me.What good ever comes out from communism?Striking fear may help in some ways,but to leave in fear of your government all the time,I can't imagine being victimised like that.Dahlah I get intimidated by people quite often.It's a lose-lose situation for the Burmese; either you oppose the military junta and get exiled,or worse hanged; or reluctantly accept whatever little amount of aid they are offering. Here are 3 snapshots from The Star,12th May 2008 that I snapped on Cyclone Nargis:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxL1Xy16I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8KWUmR1RDZY/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199530217918617506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxL1Xy16I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8KWUmR1RDZY/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go Hariati Adnan! You are one brave female; for surviving Cyclone Nargis single-handedly and able to speak of her experience in Myanmar.People can be easily traumatised and refuse to speak of their horrid experiences, too afraid to recall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxMFXy17I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3wFXyZbdnMM/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199530222213584818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxMFXy17I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3wFXyZbdnMM/s320/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I agree with the heading.The rich junta are living the lap of luxury,while the cyclone-hit victims are starving to death and contracting diseases.Do the junta think of their people as inferior to the point of not hastening up the aid that they need to receive?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxMVXy18I/AAAAAAAAAJY/zqKl4suAbJQ/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199530226508552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxMVXy18I/AAAAAAAAAJY/zqKl4suAbJQ/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really hope that UNICEF manages to find a way to enter Myanmar.Children are not meant to live a horrid life as this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Surprised eh?To see such an issue in this bright blog. In my profile it states "There is more to me than meets the eye ;)" I don't know, I'm just saying that there is a possibility some people might mistake me as just another fashion-obsessed spoiled brat,whereas in reality I'm deeper than you think. Don't get me wrong, I'm saying &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people.Those who know me well already know what I'm like.But there is a whole lot more knowledge that I have yet to attain. Have to say Mr. Leonard makes me eat humble pie everytime I see him for an appointment for GP ;p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There is also a possibility that I might get into trouble for speaking out openly like this.But then again, I'm not denying the truth am I?In Wiki it already states that the delays by the Burmese military junta are attracting international condemnation.I apologize if I might have offended anyone with this post and hope that the aftermath of Cyclone Nargis' will improve soon, hopefully by some miracle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-6372585638723858311?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/6372585638723858311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=6372585638723858311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6372585638723858311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/6372585638723858311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/introduction-to-cyclone-nargismyanmar.html' title='Introduction To The &apos;Cyclone Nargis,Myanmar&apos; Series'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SChxLFXy14I/AAAAAAAAAI4/6ykYDOgCttU/s72-c/DSC00156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8536048467215210895</id><published>2008-05-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:17:28.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examinations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>You Should Be Sleeping,Miss Drowsy</title><content type='html'>I'm pleasantly surprised at how stubborn I can be sometimes.I should be sleeping,and after ingesting the pills the doc prescribed for me,I feel even more drowsier.However,my mind insists that I publish one last post before I head off to bed.Goodness,I hope I don't get addicted to blogging! Mid-Terms are coming up Naj,get your head off cyberspace, and into the books we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has been quite fun,to say the least.Keeps my mind off other things.It's been quite hectic this week,because college is so not getting any easier on me.I reckon the latest I left coll. was at 6.45,and reached home at 7.30.Been doing that for 4 straight days now,but not so late until 6.45 la, perhaps 5.45 or so.So you can assume what time I'd reach home.Not to mention catching up with revision,specially Math.I want to read my English Legal System lawbook,but my hands and head won't let me,too woozy to even respond properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that,I was trying to help Nad with her studying for Add Math exam tomorrow.Really, really tried to push myself to help her solve her questions.Even the easiest ones I goofed up too,was I mortified! Then again,I was under the power of these drowsy pills,so had a hard time thinking.My fingernails really feel like slipping off my fingers,such a weird sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Nad.I really do emphatise with what she's going through,I mean I was a Form 4-ian myself once; juggling cheer captain,debate,and prefect duty to boot.It would have been suicidal to fail in a lot of subjects,considering all the weight of the commitments I was carrying.Same predicament really,no time to do things,like revision.Difficult to concentrate in class when you're too busy running around attending debate practice,informing the cheerleaders on urgent matters at their classrooms; or just the plain old "I'm too tired to focus in class coz of practices".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only class,when you reach home,the mandatory thing to do is to lie on the couch in front of the TV,and doze off.Your energy has been sapped of all it's life.Will have difficulty waking up for Tap class if there was Tap that night.Then you're screwing up your steps at dance class,until you're dance teacher lectures you "If you're too tired,it's best if you stay home,because it's no use coming to class if you can't give your all in  dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must say,what a vivid memory I have.Nad was absolutely frustrated for not being able to answer the questions correctly.I really feel for her,but nothing I say can help.So the other best option is just to help her answer and guide her through the questions.But hey c'mon,tell me another big sis who's willing to help her little sis out,manages to answer the question correctly through sheer persistence (although can be considered as pure stubbornness) no matter how woozy and sleepy she may be? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,Nad isn't the only one who feels totally drained right now.The journey back from Sunway to Ampang is killing me softly.Although I'm just sitting in the car,it makes me really realise how tired I am and how much time,toll and petrol is consumed during that 40-minute journey.My illness is MOST LIKELY blamed on lack of rest,with balancing the A Levels blastedly long schedule,musical and graduation rehearsals,and preparation for tap exams to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,in a way,I'm glad I'm sick.As awkward as that sounds, -.- I can have a day off from all this hecticism.I truly do love my subjects,and I enjoy grad and musical rehearsals,but one can really stand so much,you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really must be off to bed.I hope Nad will do well in her Add Math tomorrow,but it will be a struggle she must undergo herself.Maybe I should post up a "Good Luck" memo for her on the door.She might be "do whatever you want lah,Kakak" on the outside (sorry yah Nad,just saying) but inside,I reckon she might appreciate it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8536048467215210895?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8536048467215210895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8536048467215210895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8536048467215210895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8536048467215210895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-should-be-sleepingmiss-drowsy.html' title='You Should Be Sleeping,Miss Drowsy'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8277850055170090195</id><published>2008-05-11T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:37:14.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luxury goods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sony'/><title type='text'>My Artistic Sony License</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was fooling around with my Cybershot,so I randomly shot a few artistic pics,which turned out to be quite picturesque.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's also a collection of my Sony (and non-Sony) gadgets as well. Just realised lately that almost all of my electronic goods are Sony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hey,most of them are birthday gifts,so who can argue with that?&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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcWsVXy1yI/AAAAAAAAAII/dEvIhhh66bo/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199149245729527586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcWsVXy1yI/AAAAAAAAAII/dEvIhhh66bo/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia's Violet Mask Of Mystery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcQ8lXy1vI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nBtYBsho3pg/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199142927832635122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcQ8lXy1vI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nBtYBsho3pg/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pink Sony Cybershot,courtesy of Atuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcQ81Xy1wI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F6RUFlAwIZY/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199142932127602434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcQ81Xy1wI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F6RUFlAwIZY/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My pink Sony Cybershot camera case, also courtesy of Atuk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcQ9FXy1xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/exFFsQ2VgTs/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199142936422569746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcQ9FXy1xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/exFFsQ2VgTs/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally,a new phone!After 4 years with my cruddy old one.&lt;br /&gt;My new Sony Ericsson Walkman 580i,Boulevard Black,&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of Uncle Uda and Ucu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPr1Xy1qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mdsrPa0Wcz8/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199141540558198434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPr1Xy1qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mdsrPa0Wcz8/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My red Sony Vaio,courtesy of Papa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my excellent results in SPM :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPr1Xy1rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xBbDbk3QXMA/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199141540558198450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPr1Xy1rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xBbDbk3QXMA/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd picture of red Sony Vaio, supposedly in use&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPsFXy1sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-wtiki22E6Q/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199141544853165762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPsFXy1sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-wtiki22E6Q/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My pink iPod mini shuffle.Misplaced in 2007,found again in 2008 in my drawer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care what people say about iPod Mini Shuffles,they're very convenient! Apple holds the world record for the smallest music device,you know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPsVXy1tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y6Ls9rUu8zM/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199141549148133074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPsVXy1tI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y6Ls9rUu8zM/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Rampage Silver Watch,given by Mak.Isn't a birthday present.Beautiful and practical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPsVXy1uI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wh3v1-KQ5vc/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199141549148133090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcPsVXy1uI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wh3v1-KQ5vc/s320/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emporio Armani Diamonds.Simply adore it.Thanks again guys,incredibly sweet of you! :D&lt;br /&gt;One of these days you &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;read my blog,ya -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKJFXy1lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7BTdgMYSOw0/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199135445999605330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKJFXy1lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7BTdgMYSOw0/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My "Color Power" Book,how colours play a significant role in our lives.Fildza loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cover is in American English(Color),but content is in British (Colour). Odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKJVXy1mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e8Qcp3gAJrc/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199135450294572642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKJVXy1mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/e8Qcp3gAJrc/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I selected to show the Green page,because at that time Sabby wanted to see green,her fav. colour &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKJ1Xy1nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_AmdrRdUR9o/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199135458884507250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKJ1Xy1nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_AmdrRdUR9o/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first-ever Sunway College Medal!! For participating in Telematch,representing A Levels.Champions at that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKKFXy1oI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xd16mqe0Ue4/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199135463179474562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKKFXy1oI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Xd16mqe0Ue4/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was Sports Carnival Week at Sun-U.Proves that A Levels are not nerds.Waitaminit,whoever said we are? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKKVXy1pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/T7Bgy74PvYA/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199135467474441874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcKKVXy1pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/T7Bgy74PvYA/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frontal Mask&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know,why another mask picture?You gotta admit,the backdrop and the mask complement each other.And a very appropriate ending for this post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8277850055170090195?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8277850055170090195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8277850055170090195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8277850055170090195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8277850055170090195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-artistic-sony-license.html' title='My Artistic Sony License'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCcWsVXy1yI/AAAAAAAAAII/dEvIhhh66bo/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-7574987043829506735</id><published>2008-05-11T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:34:21.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='examinations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>What Are You Waiting For? (Part Uno)</title><content type='html'>Have to say that the posts' name (What Are You Waiting For? Part Uno) is rather inspired.Prolly because I'm saying to myself, "What are you waiting for,you lazy piece of mass?!Get to uploading already!!" Thing of it is,it's sooo much work la; to cari the pics through My Documents,to edit,then arrange the pics to upload,then have to publish this post summore.Sigh. Anyhoozies,I've finally uploaded the piccies!Yay me! *applause!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually more piccies coming up,like some random stuff that I shot in my room,which I'd like to call "artistic license" :) But I'll post that much later.Unfortunately,us A-Level students have to stick our noses to the grindstones,Mid-Terms are coming up people!And my combo,according to dear old Jeff,is one of the killer combos.Thanks mate,for the voice of encouragement -.- Law,Psychology,Math and General Paper; although technically GP isn't a subject,it's a compulsory paper.But I have to sit for it anyway riiiight?! And two essays in two hours must be completed,oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP is nowhere near English at secondary school standard,yo.Oh-ho,waaaaaay different.My brain is practically sapped out of all its' juices even when I do ONE essay,which is 500-600 words,mind you.One of the topics for example is : "Which is more important in a painting?The subject or the way it is painted?" Junita once commented "That's like writing an essay for LSE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff said that my combo is killer,because 3/4 s of it are reading subjects.I don't particularly mind though,because I love reading,since I'm naturally language intelligent :) Maths however,is a different story.I believe that I can understand Math easily,because it's like Add Math in sec. school,just more in-depth.However,I have a few gaps in my knowledge of Math,so that basically means I've got to work harder than Mathemagicians like Fildza and Nina.Shaai's not so bad though,but the former two are better at it than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.Here I am thinking "How Did I Deviate From The Party Pics to Maths?" Okay,enough of this.For all those people who attended my party,go ahead and scan part two (What Are You Waiting For?Part Dos) for your faces.I wanted to put captions,but as you can see,the post is overloaded with pics,so it'll be incredibly messy if I put captions.And anyway,a picture is worth a 1000 words,no?So there's more than 20 000 down there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-7574987043829506735?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/7574987043829506735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=7574987043829506735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7574987043829506735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/7574987043829506735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-are-you-waiting-for-part-uno.html' title='What Are You Waiting For? (Part Uno)'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-3652104616896969814</id><published>2008-05-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:41:49.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sufiah Noor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>What Are You Waiting For? 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(Part Dos)'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/SCadSlXy1gI/AAAAAAAAAF4/kWYuJRWXKas/s72-c/P1000200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-8436705976619871949</id><published>2008-05-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:03:20.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overeating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight gain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rugby injuries'/><title type='text'>9th May,One Of The Days Where I Feel Like A Water Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What a lovely position to be in when your tummy's jiggling with water.Lounged in front of the computer,with your bum glued to an office chair,after you consumed a gallon of water,thanks to the fact that the curry chicken for dinner made your upper lip feel prickly.Furthermore,me's got a cold.Most probably due to lack of rest,sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty obvious that I can be dang gross kan? :P Yes,it is indeed,an unwritten law that you have to rest after eating.But is also bloody unhealthy to nap after scarfing down dessert and whatnot,no matter how inviting the cocoa-coloured sofa can be! Yours truly has been doing that for a couple of days now,and (baby bro's style: Me God,ha!) I can feel a slight mass gain of my fatty tissue. Bugger,sometimes I can be so over-dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since entering college,my access to food has increased dramatically.I mean,in school,the Education Ministry only limits you to like what? 20 minutes of recess per day man! Now that I'm in college,it got me thinking,how can anyone survive likedat?! When the lecturers give us breaks during the classes,we rush down (or purposely walk slowly,depends on the subject we're having,mwaha) to the cafeteria,grab us some sandwiches,Cadbury Bytes,&amp;amp; Chipsmore and back to class.With lift summore,ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,no wonder I'm gaining weight.I've been avoiding the weighing scale for many days now though,too afraid to succumb to the truth. Call me a yellow-bellied pig then,see if I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked over to my right to see the viddy Nad was watching.Gross,this rugby player got a faceful of pigskin,and his head almost got detached from his neck,abagah! Check it out on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rugbydump.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.rugbydump.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez,my baby bro (his name's Akmal,thank you very much) is crying his diaper off downstairs for me to play with him.Sighs,not like I don't want to play with him,I do.It's just that OH WHY DOES A-LEVELS HAVE TO HAVE A BLOODY LONG SCHEDULE?! And the distance between Bandar Sunway and Ampang ain't exactly 1 km ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to end here for now.But hear this;there's more to come,including the exact meaning of my blog's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5579324212200041125-8436705976619871949?l=amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/feeds/8436705976619871949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5579324212200041125&amp;postID=8436705976619871949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8436705976619871949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5579324212200041125/posts/default/8436705976619871949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiranajwafitri.blogspot.com/2008/05/9th-mayone-of-days-where-i-feel-like.html' title='9th May,One Of The Days Where I Feel Like A Water Balloon'/><author><name>Miss Fedora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15460292398309976036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Y4RTz5C2c8/S18l1O6zmBI/AAAAAAAAApo/ATR-cyRrUBw/S220/DSC00325.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5579324212200041125.post-1464978733029928769</id><published>2008-05-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:02:21.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tun Mahathir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><title type='text'>Time Elongation Is Of The Essence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alrighty.First and foremost,apologies for the excruciatingly loooong delay for the piccies of the party,yah.I mean,there's been so much going on,I don't have time for anything anymore!!Bugger -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey,I know.Typical 'I want-72-hours-in-a-day' excuse.But seriously,I've been swamped with tonnes of commitments and as my college chums very well know (due to the fact I complain almost every single day about this :p)&lt;/span&gt; I seriously have nilch time to do the things that I want to do anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of Dance Ravelution Club in Sun-U,and they have lots of performances coming up.Oh,but guess what?I CAN'T JOIN!So there's me,staring at the performers at the balcony during breaks,yearning to join them.Oh man,it's been ages since I've stepped foot on an actual stage.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do enjoy dancing.I mean,to have the spotlight on you,an audience in the dark that you can barely see,smoke fogging up the stage causing your nose to drip snot(lol!) but no, seriously.All that may sound frightening to some people,and yea,it can be actually.But I miss it,that whole experience.The backstage of a performance,I tell you,has the most amazing atmosphere (well,for me) that can ever be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be situations where dancers lose their costumes,so they end up rummaging other people's boxes for their misplaced costumes.Or there'll be kiddies yelling to their mommies or seniors 'Hey,I've got a tear in my pants!Sew for me please!' XD I had to resort to borrowing the other girls make-up if I had forgotten mine,and end up finishing their glitter,mwahaha :P And backstage food isn't that bad la,but then again,that's the price to pay if you're a performer right?Contrary to popular belief,us dancers don't starve ourselves to look like anorexics yah?! But then again,we do have our calorie intake to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighers.Anyhoo,back to the party post.It seems I've got a lot more to blog about than just that,yah?Cut me some slack too,I'm known to be quite opinionated in a hell lotta subjects,gaha.But then again,that is the sole purpose of blogging isn't it?For freedom of speech,it's another method to let our thoughts be known to the general public.Poor Raja Petra though,I do feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hehe,I just went to Tun Mahathir's blog.He's got an English and BM version for his entries,goodness! XD Have to praise him man,he is THE prime example of outspokenness (and damn rajin at that,hehe) but at least his thoughts have been let 
