<?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-1322759265509442411</id><updated>2011-12-04T01:31:05.879+08:00</updated><category term='idiots'/><category term='hate'/><category term='SPM'/><category term='braces'/><category term='national service'/><category term='crap'/><category term='trip'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Let The Fingers Do The Talking ;</title><subtitle type='html'>take a bite from my plate, chew then talk. if and only if you don't throw up first (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-4297996036937942612</id><published>2011-12-03T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:41:58.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us shred those disgusting fats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Helloooww. I did write something to post last week but the connection ruined everything and the draft wasn't autosaved I repeat WASN'T AUTOSAVED and m no longer in mood for blogging after that. M no longer working and the holiday is like a month ahead. I don't want my big fat ass to turn to giant so I tell myself that I should start dieting since no one would keep me company to the gym and the braces idea didn't work out. So here's my idea on what we should eat for a healthy diet. Ehemm me talk like a pro huhh? Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First, replace our daily meals with Tuna and biscuits. It wasn't so boring after all since it comes with many flavors err m wondering if flavor is the right word to use but don't bother and some of them are also less fat. Yeaa find the one that contains less fat not with those marvelous mayonnaise! If you feel like eating ice cream, yeaa we can't deny they're all tempting *slurpp* you should try oreo, the purple some sort like blueberry ice cream one. And make sure eat before 6 P.M.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Next, drink something that contains everything needed for our body such as Milo and Horlicks and ohh iced chocolate. Not necessary from Starbucks since mine is the best -___- HAHA let me tell you my not so secret recipe; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sayra's Splendida Iced Choc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1- A tbs of chocolate powder; my favorite is Van Houten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2- 2 tbs of sugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3- 2 cups of milk; make sure its low fat/fresh not the full cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4- 1/2 tsp of vanilla essence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Shake them all together and it's ready to drink. But if you're A LAZY BUMP you can just buy the Dutch Lady chocolate flavored milk. HAHA my next suggestion is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sayra's Awesome Apple Yogurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1- A green apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2- 1/2 cup of yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3- 3 bunga cengkih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Blend them all together and it's ready to drink! Besides, somebody told me that this drink is good for your emm emm something related to your kidney maybe our digestive system. Ahh, a lot of people've been talking about acai berry that can shred at least 5 lbs per week. Awesome huhh? Gotta try them too but not until I found Acai Berry in LANGKAWI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, another good news, for me at least; SIMPLE PLAN is coming into town on the 14th of January!!! And of course it shouldn't be missed. Anybody joining me?&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/1322759265509442411-4297996036937942612?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/4297996036937942612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=4297996036937942612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4297996036937942612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4297996036937942612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-us-shred-those-disgusting-fats.html' title='Let us shred those disgusting fats!'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1171559793627176320</id><published>2011-10-25T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:40:19.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And after all, you're my wonderwall</title><content type='html'>Hello there. I hate to start my post with 'It's been a while since my last update blablabla..' but yeah it's been a while since my last update but today I am so happy to write something that I wish not to forget.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm working during this semester break *kagum niiii :D Haha so nobody really know why I wanted to work so bad. First, of course to fill up my time and I've made a wish that I will meet my loooooooooooooooooooong lost aunty while m working. And finally, today God grant me one of my wishes. Alhamdulillah, m very very very happy. The last time I met her was back in 2005. It was a long time then my mother said that she moved to Melbourne for good. M so glad that i've the guts to approach her :D Okayy this post might sound a lil bit childish but please ignore me if you feel annoyed. M just so happy that I forgot how to blog. Hmm what I remember most is she used to tell me that it doesn't matter how many A's you got what really does matter is you're happy with what you're doing, when I asked her how many A's she want me to get for my UPSR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, my so perasan bagus outlet manager ruined my day. Screw him for that. He called me and one of my friend and he claims that he got so many negative reports bout us. Screw them too! I don't mind if he's mad because something that I've really really done but he's dedicating that to someone who wasn't even there so what's your point? And he's babbling bout everything that I don't even know what. But it's ok m not gonna be there for a long time pon. You wont see my face anymore after the 28th OK? What I hate most about being there is the workers themselves are hating each others and they're stabbing behind their friends back. M telling you the truth, yes! I thought they're really nice but they're the one who complaint bout us. Why don't you just say it directly to me? And now you're telling me jangan la berenti blablabla? Bullshit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-1171559793627176320?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1171559793627176320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1171559793627176320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1171559793627176320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1171559793627176320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-after-all-youre-my-wonderwall.html' title='And after all, you&apos;re my wonderwall'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-2080985935931400025</id><published>2011-08-04T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:39:11.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjnJ98fPijQ/Tjq3B9a3OPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9z5XHzVEWbg/s1600/23272_129035633773962_3678_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjnJ98fPijQ/Tjq3B9a3OPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9z5XHzVEWbg/s320/23272_129035633773962_3678_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637019127902583026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;What I hate most about Eid is when you ask forgiveness from someone and everything will be fine like for at most a week and you will keep repeating the same mistake on and on. M not saint. We're just plain normal human being so it's normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Tak nak menunjuk tapi tulis pegi vacation, shopping, beli tu beli ni segala bagai kat facebook. Ohh bukan menunjuk, bagitau. Marah sebab people doesn't respect you, but you didn't even respect your own mother as well, so buat apa nak kesah pasal orang. Betul kan diri sendiri dulu. Tak payah nak sepak-sepak orang, baling-baling orang kalau diri sendiri tak betul. Tak payah nak bajet cool konon macam tak nak kesah tak peduli sedangkan sebok tulis sana sini, canang sana sini memburukkan orang. Dah besar tapi perangai macam shit macam mana orang nak respect. Tak payah nak cakap orang penakut, diri sendiri lagi penakut sebab mengata mengutuk mencanang pasal orang kat belakang. Sebok pasal hutang orang macam orang tak tau yang diri sendiri tu pon meminjam. Cakap orang pasal balik raya pon nak kecoh, memang la diri sendiri tu tak kecoh sebab terlalu penting kan diri sendiri sampai tak fikir perasaan orang lain. Bila nak makan durian baru tau jalan balik kampung. Opsss m exaggerating. Tau exaggerating? Mesti tak kan? Go screw yourself pathetic idiot :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Sekadar pesanan semata-mata. Tiada kaitan dengan sesiapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-2080985935931400025?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2080985935931400025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=2080985935931400025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2080985935931400025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2080985935931400025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-hate-most-about-eid-is-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjnJ98fPijQ/Tjq3B9a3OPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/9z5XHzVEWbg/s72-c/23272_129035633773962_3678_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1875599128046186351</id><published>2011-07-27T02:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:49:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think you've it bad, others've had it worse ;</title><content type='html'>Just had our last paper for mid term exam yesterday. Macam banyak but there's only two papers. Maths and Econs. I just checked my email and my lecturer did email us some notes and hint for the mid term exam and m not so lucky so I only know about it after the paper. Stupidos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wondering why on earth most of the people here are acting weird, I don't wanna be rude so let just say they're not in their best behavior. First the Pak and Mak Guards. Last Friday when me and my friends went out to have some sushi, she was like 'apa sengih sengih? Tak tau baca ni?' (pointing at the sign board) I don't know if sign board is the real name for that thang. And i've heard a lot. A LOT about those guards. Last night, after we sat for our Econs paper, we went to I don't know why but they called it 'London Bridge' to stuffed ourselves with some roti canai, the workers there are like Shit with capital S. We are your customer so please, treat us nicely. When I said i've paid for my food he was like 'bayar apa tadi?' Urghh. Macam la orang tak tau halal haram. Then the guy at the Finance Department. My friend went there to pay her summon and he asked for 10 ringgit note and my friend went somewhere to change the 50 ringgit note she got and the guy was like 'tukar kat mana? macam mana tau kat sana boleh tukar? penah tukar duit kat sana?' What the fucking hell is wrong with you man? Tak puas hati orang dapat tukar? And then people will say 'NAMA JA UIA' Don't you think about that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't believe that m here. Studying, spending my uni's life with these kind of people with the rules for the high school kids. Lucky me my room-mates are kinda cool. I can't imagine if my room-mate were like Rohaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Haha there's no point writing her name here. You don't even know her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;M off to bed, toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-1875599128046186351?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1875599128046186351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1875599128046186351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1875599128046186351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1875599128046186351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-youve-it-bad-othersve-it-worse.html' title='If you think you&apos;ve it bad, others&apos;ve had it worse ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-7109145702936194527</id><published>2011-07-22T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T03:33:07.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll never miss the water till the well runs dry ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iOYWLl3PAw/Ti8WV2f6dbI/AAAAAAAAAco/mJtG9g6RTNU/s1600/farah.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iOYWLl3PAw/Ti8WV2f6dbI/AAAAAAAAAco/mJtG9g6RTNU/s320/farah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633746223526213042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Ruhi, Farah and Mak Esah :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got this picture from Mak Esah's &lt;a href="http://hnsh-pinkaholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. So one of my room-mates are moving out. She got an offer to do Mandarin in Beijing. Best of luck in Beijing Farah. Don't you ever forget us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-7109145702936194527?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7109145702936194527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=7109145702936194527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/7109145702936194527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/7109145702936194527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-never-miss-water-till-well-runs.html' title='We&apos;ll never miss the water till the well runs dry ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iOYWLl3PAw/Ti8WV2f6dbI/AAAAAAAAAco/mJtG9g6RTNU/s72-c/farah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-4096744234817307495</id><published>2011-06-19T02:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:34:58.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look back got a new direction ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWK3-dwfRE/Tf2ztKwwLNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iDhta3Qds0Q/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWK3-dwfRE/Tf2ztKwwLNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iDhta3Qds0Q/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619845498592570578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Papa. I know i'm not your favourite but I know deep inside you love me more than the others. Okayy, I know m so full of myself. Ignore me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So m at my cousin's. Balik tiap tiap minggu *mengada gila. Haha, lets see the highlights of the week, shall we? I got my very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;first summon&lt;/span&gt; for coming back late which is on Monday morning and it is so fucking &lt;b&gt;UNCOOL&lt;/b&gt;! Come on its uni kot, not a high school. I &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt; to admit but it's &lt;b&gt;MY FAULT&lt;/b&gt;. So, i've to bear the consequences. But then when I was trying to explain that there was an emergency, 'she' refused to listen and say that everything was planned. I wonder which part of emergency that 'she' didn't understands? Grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, on the same day I was supposed to have my very first class, not only after being in the class for about 45 mins doing absolutely &lt;b&gt;NOTHING&lt;/b&gt;! I knew it was cancelled. With the girl next to me asking the kind of question&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; like m the most isolated person&lt;/span&gt; because I just keep my mouth shut rather than crapping with them, m still cool with it not until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I met a bunch of loser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys: Lecturer ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I turned around they was like mimicking and said 'tau la nak belajar english pon'. Like seriously what the hell is wrong with you dude? M not saying the word with such flirtatious look nor using mellow voice pon. Dengki la tu because &lt;b&gt;you guys are such an idiotic&lt;/b&gt; and didn't even know how to blurt out the word NO, kan? M not exaggerating or making thing worst but please, grow up. With that kind of mentality, hehh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some good news too. After the medical check up, Alhamdulillah I know I am young and healthy. Me and my roomates got a lot in common and so far we're doin fine. Alhamdulillah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I want to continue doing my assignment. Bajet kann? Haha.. toodles! Eh ehh what is today's date? What's comin up next week? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-4096744234817307495?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/4096744234817307495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=4096744234817307495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4096744234817307495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4096744234817307495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-look-back-got-new-direction.html' title='Don&apos;t look back got a new direction ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TWWK3-dwfRE/Tf2ztKwwLNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iDhta3Qds0Q/s72-c/IMG_0111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-8506279443282576415</id><published>2011-06-11T02:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T03:34:28.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Who Takes No Chances Wins Nothing ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSQKTQF5eL8/TfJ9OPastxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VsT_UhYIF_s/s1600/Picture0035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSQKTQF5eL8/TfJ9OPastxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VsT_UhYIF_s/s320/Picture0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616689368894584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I guess it's not too late for me to wish my sister happy 19th birthdayyyy. May God bless youuuu &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. Most of my friends were asking me how my life turned out to be in CFS IIUM. In case you didn't know what the heck was it, do google it yourself. So my life is quite okayy, m still surviving. Actually most of us are having wrong perception about UIA, including me. Well, it's obviously because the word Islamic kan. During the Ta'aruf week *I didn't even know what the exact meaning of Ta'aruf actually* everything are quite strict especially for the part that we have to wear the one and only tudung that they gave us, with the annoying announcement that they repeated like thousands time in a day and the wasting time line-up thang, you know we have to line up like 6 years old kid everywhere we go, and the stupid idiotic cheers too! Yucks. But other than that, everything was OK, not half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit relieved right now that i've changed my course to AED which stands for Architecture and Environmental Design and I don't have to move to Nilai after the Ta'aruf week. So now I've new roomates. Ruhi from Gombak, Fara from Terengganu and Haneesah from Perak. We're doin fine, for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I feel it's kinda hard for me to explain when people ask me 'dari mana?' thang. It's not that m ashamed to say that m from Langkawi, Kedah. But then people will be like apasal tak cakap Kedah pon? But then, when I tell them that m from Selangor they'll be like 'sekolah mana? Macam mana boleh sekolah kat Alor Setar?' Then i'll end up explaining that I was born in Selangor bla bla bla. Like seriously m getting tired with this fucking damn thing cuz i've been explaining it since I was in primary school. I'm not exaggerating, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my cousin's house right now, waiting for the cheesecake to be fully baked. I rather updating this blog than googling for my department url that i've written in my note book but you know how forgetful I am so I left it at the hostel. I've to print some notes and stuff but not until I found the url. Grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Till then, Assalamualaikum :)&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/1322759265509442411-8506279443282576415?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8506279443282576415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=8506279443282576415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8506279443282576415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8506279443282576415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-who-takes-no-chances-wins-nothing.html' title='He Who Takes No Chances Wins Nothing ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSQKTQF5eL8/TfJ9OPastxI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VsT_UhYIF_s/s72-c/Picture0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-4569462726945270770</id><published>2011-05-20T07:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:47:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayy I know i'm running out of time to get myself prepared but something crossed my mind while i'm doing some revision. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back then, when we're in form three m soooo head over heels for Syarul Ezani Mohamed Ezzuddeen. You don't even have a clue who the hell he is? He's the star in the film and TV series KAMI. I don't know if it is okay fer me to write this because they might sue me or something. But after all, i've done nothing wrong except breaking into his privacy. Hehh.. &lt;i&gt;The rest is history&lt;/i&gt; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my friends are so upset because they're not qualified to be a teacher. Hmm i'm not so good at giving advice but I need to comfort them because they've done sooo much for me. Amal, you used to tell me that you want to be I-can't-remember-what but it's something related to accountant. Being a teacher ain't your dream at the first place kan? Don't be so upset. Yeah it's easy for me to say because we're not in the same boat but then what if you were accepted and they send you to Sabah or Sarawak? Do you really wanna go? You got other choices, going to matriculation or uni. I know this is very important for you but it doesn't always mean whatever we think best for us, will make us smile with relief in the end. I know you can make it Amal. Be strong kayy? And for Rabi, if you don't wanna stuck at the same lame old school, with that darn uniform, you should go to uni or just wait for matriculation next intake. You used to tell me that sometimes, we have to force ourself to do things that we hate and now why don't you give it a try? Trust me, God wont let us down if and only if, we worked really hard for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those yang dah nak masuk UiTM tomorrow, take a good care of yourself, study smart :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will still be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will the little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vitamin C-Graduation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Take care everyone, chiooww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-4569462726945270770?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/4569462726945270770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=4569462726945270770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4569462726945270770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4569462726945270770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/okayy-i-know-im-running-out-of-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-847543100482984059</id><published>2011-05-17T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:16:06.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Na Na ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 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color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:12.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; font-family:Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:12.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; font-family:Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;Ok, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Vanilla Twilight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;You and I Both&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Forget You&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Who Says&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Take Your Shirt Off&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;6. What's your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Pyramid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;Don’t Stop Believing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Bella Luna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;9. What do you think about very often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;Jar of Hearts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; For The First Time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Day After Day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Do It Well&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Pretty Girl Rock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Stars So Bright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; Kekanda Adinda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma"&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; We Are The World&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family: Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;Diary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;18. What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Broken Arrow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;19. What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma; color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;What You Waiting For&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;20. What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 18pt; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt;font-family:Tahoma;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; "&gt;Na Na Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-847543100482984059?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/847543100482984059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=847543100482984059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/847543100482984059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/847543100482984059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/na-na-na.html' title='Na Na Na ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1551849884928916398</id><published>2011-05-12T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:15:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHWtaMlhd_s/Tcq14zKllAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qnuwygoVCnk/s1600/tumblr_lkyq37gyCv1qcxieko1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHWtaMlhd_s/Tcq14zKllAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qnuwygoVCnk/s320/tumblr_lkyq37gyCv1qcxieko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605492673627919362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-1551849884928916398?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1551849884928916398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1551849884928916398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1551849884928916398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1551849884928916398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gHWtaMlhd_s/Tcq14zKllAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/qnuwygoVCnk/s72-c/tumblr_lkyq37gyCv1qcxieko1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-709725279063467084</id><published>2011-05-11T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T10:48:04.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://ordinaryguy92.wordpress.com/2011/04/30/centre-for-foundation-studies-iium/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on Mas's Facebook Wall and it makes me think, is this what I really want? Do I really have to go? I would definitely go there because that's the only choice I have. Oh no, there's still another choice which is goin to matriculation. I guess it's a big NO NO because I don't want to further my studies in accounting. So yes, m goin to UIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Nanti kena belajar Arab' that's what people usually say. Yeaa mesti la orang tanya kan, apply mana? Then I will be like banyak tapi UIA first choice. Actually, m not interested to go there but that's the best I could get kot. Nama pon International Islamic University of Malaysia. So you got the picture kan? Yesss, there are loads of private college out there but why would I spend extra cash when m qualified for the government's? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzzhcVQFXPY/TcnTk9SF6rI/AAAAAAAAAbk/aRD6zSpWy1A/s320/tumblr_lk6zzgo9pl1qcxieko1_500.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605243843118492338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayy here's my to-do list. I got it &lt;a href="http://lifeishappenstance.tumblr.com/page/4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This ain't a crap okayy. Number 2-4 is a MUST! It's hard for me but I will try :( Like seriously there's a lot that I have to settle. I have to be prepared mentally and physically. I have to do some revision because I will sit for the placement test. I don't wanna end up being there for 2 years because i didn't work hard for it. If i've given my best then things are meant to be, then it's okayy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;That's all for now. I will miss everything here, Langkawi :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Take a good care of yourself everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-709725279063467084?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/709725279063467084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=709725279063467084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/709725279063467084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/709725279063467084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-found-this-on-mass-facebook-wall-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GzzhcVQFXPY/TcnTk9SF6rI/AAAAAAAAAbk/aRD6zSpWy1A/s72-c/tumblr_lk6zzgo9pl1qcxieko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-6836212640262907108</id><published>2011-05-09T00:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:17:13.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Only One ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know its kinda late but still wanna wish my mom Happy Mother's Day! Thanks for everything mama. I know I will always be your favourite. Muehehe. ILoveYou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-6836212640262907108?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6836212640262907108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=6836212640262907108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6836212640262907108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6836212640262907108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-my-only-one.html' title='You&apos;re My Only One ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-3466331590882235715</id><published>2011-05-06T16:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T03:58:07.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess Now I Got My Payback ;</title><content type='html'>As everyone know, the result for UPU intake was released. I woke up at 5 in the morning and eagerly check the website but too bad, we can only check starting from 12 p.m. onwards. I fall asleep while waiting for 12 p.m. and I got a dream that course offered for me is Culinary Science. I was like OMG! Haha &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12.30 something I checked and Alhamdulillah it wasn't Culinary Science. Macam mana nak dapat kan, I didn't apply for Culinary Science. I hope everything are goin to be fine and God knows what best fer us kan. So I hope m on the right path *praying hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M out of words, take care! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-3466331590882235715?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3466331590882235715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=3466331590882235715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/3466331590882235715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/3466331590882235715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-now-i-got-my-payback.html' title='I Guess Now I Got My Payback ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1682890962323175427</id><published>2011-05-01T07:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T09:25:54.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Baby Baby Babyy Ohhh ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello there. In my previous post I said that there will be an update bout Bieber's concert but I changed my mind. M not gonna blog bout it. Well hello, it's been a week kot. Maroon 5 dah balik pon baru nak update pasal Bieber? LAME nyewwwww! Haha but one thing fer sure, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I didn't get the Bieber Fever and m not a Belieber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've been reading some comments bout the Jelena thang, well I just don't understands why they're being so jealous and keep saying bad things bout Selena. It's not like if they aren't together, you'll take her place. Even Kim Kardashian can't make it. Haha. Okayy it's your right. But for me, being a die hard fan means you've to support him no matter what kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is what I got at &lt;a href="http://mybieberexperience.tumblr.com/"&gt;MyBieberExperience&lt;/a&gt;. Read and think kayy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;We told him &lt;strong&gt;we had a sash and a poem for him and I told him we had written a letter of support to Selena&lt;/strong&gt; and it would mean the world to us if he could give it to her. He was looking at my nephew at the time and just stopped, stood up (he was kneeling) and looked at me&lt;strong&gt;“Really?” ”Yeah” I said. He just froze, looked really deep into my eyes, smiled and said “Thank you… so much” He smiled again “I will make sure she gets it alright”.&lt;/strong&gt; He smiled again. It just made my heart explode. I then said my niece Charli is a massive Selena fan. He bent down and said to her “Really!” He smiled again. &lt;strong&gt;“Give me a high five beautiful” That is when I saw it for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt; myself.  For those of you who don’t think the hate Selena gets doesn’t affect Justin, you are wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;And something are goin wrong with this blog. M gonna try to fix it and will blog moreeee soon! Now soon is like right after I fixed it okayy. It could be an hour from now :) As if anyone cares =='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-1682890962323175427?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1682890962323175427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1682890962323175427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1682890962323175427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1682890962323175427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-baby-baby-babyy-ohhh.html' title='Like Baby Baby Babyy Ohhh ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-60663783283203307</id><published>2011-04-22T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T02:54:23.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znpnZBLbuyU/TcGgyMrCrSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/b3Nk83YpPK4/s1600/DSC04028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znpnZBLbuyU/TcGgyMrCrSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/b3Nk83YpPK4/s320/DSC04028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602936195681266978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will be updating bout Bieber's concert soon. Yeaaa soon fer me is like at least one week from now. Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-60663783283203307?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/60663783283203307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=60663783283203307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/60663783283203307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/60663783283203307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/04/will-be-updating-bout-biebers-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znpnZBLbuyU/TcGgyMrCrSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/b3Nk83YpPK4/s72-c/DSC04028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-8758719979557905151</id><published>2011-04-18T01:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:10:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me With My Own Way and Vice Versa ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Assalamualaikum. Well hello there world. Haha I keep imitiate Anwar Hadi because i'm sooo freakin loveeeeeeeeeee him. Haha. Last few days I watched a TV show and I can't remember what show is it but it was on TV3. And there's Sheila Majid on the show. She said that we, Malaysian doesn't support our music industry by buying pirates CD, downloading their song illegally etc etc. Erghh I can't remeber every single word she said but you got the picture kan? Okayy let me let out my thoughts pulak eh. Actually it has nothing to do with me but I feel like posting this when I heard Liyana Jasmay's song playing on Era. Well I hardly listen to Era so I don't know whether it's a new song or what but that was my first time listen to that song. M not gonna insult Liyana Jasmay, Sheila Majid or other local talent that we have. Hehh. Hmm when I listen to that song entitled Pelik, if m not mistaken I was like 'they called this a song?' and 'it would be better if it was sang by someone else'. And the lyrics keep repeating itself from the very first verse until the second one. M not as good as M. Nasir to judge but then I don't think I am wrong. So with that kind of song and talent do you think it's worth to spend your at least RM 39.90 on it? I dont think so. I think some of our local artist are hunting fer popularity. I repeat, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of them, not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of them. I don't hate Liyana Jasmay, she's cute and she can act really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Okayy, fer me if someone can sing like Yuna and Faizal Tahir, they can act and got the kind of attitude like Lisa Surihani and Shaheizy Sam then it's worth paying to watch them. Well I just name some of them but it doesn't mean that others are soooo not talented or whatsoever. But these are few of them that I like. Alaaa, dah suke memang la cakap best kan? Okayy, now its your turn to listen and tell me watcha got to say bout the song okayy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hmm mesti ada jugak yang cakap 'elehh nak bajet macam tau semua la tu' or some might say 'nak bajet macam hollywood tu semua perfect la'. No it's not that. Don't get me wrong kayy? Rabecca Black SUCKS! See, m not posting this because I hate local telent. I just want to say that by saying we, Malaysian doesn't support our own music industry is a big FALSE. The cost of living is increasing and getting higher and higher so we, Malaysian have to think wisely before spending every cent we have. If we think it's worth buying then the album will be selling like hot cakes, no doubt. So, stop pointing fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-su9kLwIhWWA/TatCwI7hwJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5xp5vx2SBt8/s320/lego-dress.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596640356736286866" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I found this while blogwalking just now and I kinda love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hatta Dolmat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;, make one fer me! See, I know our beloved local designer as well? *Ehem ehemm. M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. Oyeahhh. Peace out yawww!&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/1322759265509442411-8758719979557905151?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8758719979557905151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=8758719979557905151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8758719979557905151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8758719979557905151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-on-my-own-way-and-vice-versa.html' title='Me With My Own Way and Vice Versa ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-su9kLwIhWWA/TatCwI7hwJI/AAAAAAAAAbE/5xp5vx2SBt8/s72-c/lego-dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-2738755445858293730</id><published>2011-04-10T08:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:58:57.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Again, Think Hard ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hello there. How's everyone doin? It's been a month since my last post and ohh Alhamdulillah I safely arrived Malaysia on 26th March. Okayy let's start with my umrah since most of my friends were asking about it. To be honest I don't have anything to share so let’s just say everything went pretty well. And there's someone asked a friend of mine whether m goin to wear the hijab after this and he blab about it. Well, it feels good to know that someone cares bout you. But then why don't you just say it straight to my face. I'm cool with that but he got no right to judge me or telling me what should I feel, how should I react and what changes should I made once I got back. I know what's best fer me and we're not more than a friend so why should I tell you yang i've been wearing it since last year, even before I went to Mecca. So please, it’s my private life. It's not that m the kind of person yang tak boleh terima nasihat or what but fer me it's not proper to talk about that in public especially for a person who are not from my inner circle. Its okayy m not mad its just that m not so cool with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex85lY7ldXE/TaNq7pDu1uI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dNn1f2ipDUo/s320/IMG.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594432734990620386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; " &gt;*Eh eh the picture suits what I wrote la* Okayy its not my intention. I just wanna say this is practically what i've been doing when I feel like my brain is empty while answering the paper, so stop asking bout my result. Hmm there's one night my father asked me 'nak further apa?' And I was like 'entah la tapi apply *****' and he replied 'you should think bout your future, kena belajar balik yang tak dapat A tu jangan biar je tak reti. Kena fikir what car you gonna drive in the future, kalau ambik ***** tu nanti boleh pakai Wira je la'. Pheww, m not insulting orang yang pakai Wira. Seriously m not. But we should dream big kan and work hard to achieve it. Fer example la kan, if we feel like buying a Kancil in the future, then we will put our effort just enough to buy a Kancil la kan? If you got what I mean. Erghh but please yang pakai Wira or Kancil don't feel ofended. My mom got Kancil as well, my aunty pon pakai Wira. Better than nothing kan? Thats all fer now. Chioww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-2738755445858293730?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2738755445858293730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=2738755445858293730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2738755445858293730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2738755445858293730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/04/think-again-think-hard_10.html' title='Think Again, Think Hard ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ex85lY7ldXE/TaNq7pDu1uI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dNn1f2ipDUo/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-7589546937751805142</id><published>2011-03-09T03:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T05:18:25.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Open Your Eyes, U'll See That Something Is Wrong ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;My life is goin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;pretty sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; lately. But before that this entry will be quite long so if you don't wanna get bored just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;get your ass out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;. Let's start with last &lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;. I've to get my ass back to Pj because there's one last class fer my umrah and i've to finish the papermint ice cream that my comot cousin bought fer me. That's the only reasons I guess. So while passing thru the customs check, one of the guy was like, 'sini jap, tengok dia bwk apa'. Yesss, I was bringing a carton of cigarette. So whaaat? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn't mean that m wearing the hijab m saint&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, okayy? And it &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;doesn't mean that people who appear in public half or totally naked is bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Again, don't be so quick to judge. But yeahh, m not a smoker. Its fer someone else. Like seriously, you don't have to judge me or anybody. Just get your work done there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On Saturday, i've to attend my last course and m soo not in mood. To make things worse, after the course I found that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m on my way back to my hometown without a-single-one-satu-uno piece of cloth &lt;/span&gt;and its freaakinn sucks. M sooo pissed offff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday, I went to see the doctor because there's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;something-I-don't-know-what on my neck and it hurts soo bad&lt;/span&gt;. But it wasn't serious, lucky me. Before I went to see the doc, I was thinking, if something happen to me and I can't go to Mecca, will I be okayy? Hmm.. of course i'll be really upset but i've to accept the fate kan? God did certain act fer some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've spent my yesterday watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://peliks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria Elena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://anakazman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anwar Hadi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; on YouTube. They're awesomeee! And oohhh, m admiring the fairytale wedding that Kyla blogged about. And yeaahh, m LAME! Btw, the link are fer their blog not their YouTube channel. Hue.. I don't know why but lately I cried for some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; reasons: 1. My family is not around. 2. Everyone is being so nice to me. 3. I was sooo hungrayyy and my favourite restaurant was closed. 4. I've been listening to this local song, Fobia Cinta by Nashrin and that just it. 5. The song Fireworks by Katy Perry is really inspiring and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I want my hair to be like hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; sooooo badly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;LONG ENOUGH HUHH?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;suka hati laaa. Blerghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Toodles everyone! If there's an&lt;/span&gt;yone reading =='&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/1322759265509442411-7589546937751805142?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7589546937751805142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=7589546937751805142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/7589546937751805142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/7589546937751805142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-open-your-eyes-ull-see-that.html' title='When You Open Your Eyes, U&apos;ll See That Something Is Wrong ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1411391789348423259</id><published>2011-02-23T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:42:25.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Need Somebody To Loveeeee ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBxSwL2P3NE/TWToo7ZnfpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/24phXvsMr2E/s1600/Got-To-Dance-Sky-Songs-Playlists-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576838028429065874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBxSwL2P3NE/TWToo7ZnfpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/24phXvsMr2E/s320/Got-To-Dance-Sky-Songs-Playlists-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M lame but who cares fer crying out loooud? At first I was like, what crap are this? I hate something when it was copied from others. Such as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Siti who is trying to be like Oprah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hotel Mania who tried to look as High School Musical&lt;/span&gt; and there's a movie that I dont give a fuck what the title is, are trying to look like Twilight. Come on, its Twilight we're talking about. And this Got To Dance are trying to duplicate BOTY? Since i've been browsing through channels and no one caught my eyes, so I just watch Starworld and I know&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I shouldn't be so quick to judge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment I saw this guy, I was like OMG, he is soo freakinn hot. I rarely watch the TV before so I didn't even know he exist. Its not the look that really matters. There's a time &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he changed his mind and gave this boy who have to quit dancing class cuz his mom are suffering breast cancer&lt;/span&gt; so they got several problems including financial and transportation, I fall fer him even more. Yeahh, he is judging bout their dance move, not bout their life. But he was like come on, we should give him a chance, he've been working so hard and his love fer dancing is like wowww but Adam and Kimberly was like naahh. Ashley went backstage to comfort the boy and that is so nice of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friend got stuck with some &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;stupid lame ass hole guys and I think they should learn from Ashley&lt;/span&gt; on how to be a nice man. Muahaha.. Till then, toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-1411391789348423259?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1411391789348423259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1411391789348423259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1411391789348423259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1411391789348423259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-need-somebody-to-loveeeee.html' title='I Just Need Somebody To Loveeeee ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBxSwL2P3NE/TWToo7ZnfpI/AAAAAAAAAaI/24phXvsMr2E/s72-c/Got-To-Dance-Sky-Songs-Playlists-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-6834183328237264466</id><published>2011-01-28T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:06:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck What I Said, It Don't Mean Shit Now ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TUKG1bDSL7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vhc7mqFkZ_E/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2Bs%2Bh%2Bi%2Bt.300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567160341736075186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TUKG1bDSL7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vhc7mqFkZ_E/s320/Copy%2Bof%2Bs%2Bh%2Bi%2Bt.300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was browsing fer some files in this lappy and I can't resist to laugh when I found a video of us &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;singing in the bus on our way to Johor&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like uploading the video but m not the only one in the video and I doesn't feel like humiliating anyone so &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'll keep the video safe&lt;/span&gt; in this lappy. Although i've put a fullstop to anything related to you guys, but i can't stop thinking bout the great time we spent together =,= But it's okayy&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; I won't spend my beautiful bright shiny day regretting&lt;/span&gt; the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been trying so hard to forget everything but it seems to pop in my head moreeeeee often. I remember the time when I was alone while you guys are spending your weekends at home you texted me and asked whether m doin fine and you sent a picture of us with *p and you blabber bout the picture. That pretty much made my day. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt; I remember the time when we are on our way back to our dorm, you tell me &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;your biggest darkest secret&lt;/span&gt;. We shared everything together. But day to day, you and I had &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;drifted apart&lt;/span&gt;. And when we have like 30 more minutes before the exam start, you was there fer me to tell me everything that I was supposed to know. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I owe you, big time. Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are so much moree and if I got to list and compile them into a book, the book will be thicker than 'Queen of Crime' . Till then, toodles!&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/1322759265509442411-6834183328237264466?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6834183328237264466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=6834183328237264466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6834183328237264466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6834183328237264466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck-what-i-said-it-dont-mean-shit-now.html' title='Fuck What I Said, It Don&apos;t Mean Shit Now ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TUKG1bDSL7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vhc7mqFkZ_E/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2Bs%2Bh%2Bi%2Bt.300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1688851708814528770</id><published>2011-01-25T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T23:55:39.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longer The Life, The Crappier The Job ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trust me, it SUCKS!&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/1322759265509442411-1688851708814528770?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1688851708814528770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1688851708814528770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1688851708814528770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1688851708814528770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/01/longer-life-crappier-job.html' title='The Longer The Life, The Crappier The Job ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1039214865501221314</id><published>2011-01-22T16:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:30:05.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish There Were Time Machine ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday we went out fer dinner and there's a.. i've to admit, good looking guy and he was doing this kind of 'eeeuuww.. stray cat, disgusting nye' kind of face when my cousin was playing with the cat. Menyampah je tengok. HAHA, ok none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis Amiera called me yesterday and she asked whether m goin to Justin Bieber's concert. She's sooooooooooo into him. That's fer sure. There's so many things that i've to consider before going. I'm not a huge fan of Justin Bieber but I would definitely go if I got the chance. So i need time to decide okayy Anis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7dd1772a47334dcf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dd1772a47334dcf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331298588%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D649BBED31FFA43EDCA5CEA7046D5F5033CBB5B72.24300C4EAB9CB82C46E040A339E9815FF3DE336E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dd1772a47334dcf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQRAcgT2vsL1-FUgq6e3v3-0FvIc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dd1772a47334dcf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331298588%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D649BBED31FFA43EDCA5CEA7046D5F5033CBB5B72.24300C4EAB9CB82C46E040A339E9815FF3DE336E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dd1772a47334dcf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQRAcgT2vsL1-FUgq6e3v3-0FvIc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New York Minute reminds me the time when we're at Simple Plan's concert. I'm a die hard fan of Simple Plan and proud to be one. Ceeewwwaaahh. HAHA. We really had a great time there. It was the best concert eva that i've ever been to. I skipped my monthly test just to be there. My mom picked me up at school and said there was an emergency. Unfortunately, the next day my teacher went to see my sister and everything was revealed. Lucky me, I still got the chance to sit fer the test. People are screaming, singing and jumping like hell and I almost fall down so I hold my sister's hand, that's what m thinking at that moment but suddenly there's a guy asking whether i'm okayy and I was like 'why is he being so nice?' and guess what, m holding his hand. Okayy, that was just common thing that happened but i'm soo happy at that moment and was hoping that he's my other half. HAHA, okayy i'm crapping. He's kinda cute and that's the only reason that makes me happy. Urghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this post, i'm chatting with Amal and she seems to know what m gonna write. We're IMing and she was asking bout Simpla Plan and whether m goin to JB's concert. I think you got psychic powerrr la Amal (: Till then, toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-1039214865501221314?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1039214865501221314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1039214865501221314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1039214865501221314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1039214865501221314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wish-there-were-time-machine.html' title='I Wish There Were Time Machine ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-8104498958064926086</id><published>2011-01-09T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T14:43:22.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good morning everyone. I got nothing to do, but still rarely updating this blog. I'm all alone at home, soo freakingly bored and here I am, enjoying every single bite of Lays while updating this boring blog. It's been a month since the end of SPM but still, I got nothing beneficial to do while others are busy working, doing their driving license and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently addicted to a game on Facebook called Baking Life. Is it something beneficial? It's a Yes with capital 'Y' I guess since it teach me how to bake a strawberry rhubarb pie. Kalau setakat click to glaze, click to slice, click to shape blablabla, do i qualify to make one? I mean a real strawberry rhubarb pie? Haha.. It's a NO! then. But still, to me it is beneficial as I can learn to decorate my own bakery, how to spend my money wisely on decoration and stuff and and it built my interest to become an interior designer. Again, hot hot chicken shit :) I hope it will last like forever since I've no idea what course I should further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My primary school's friend are planning fer a reunion. Me, going? It's a big NO NO. Well after 5 years being seperated do you think we can get along like old days? I don't think so. Everything are different now, it won't be so muh different fer those in the same school, but fer me I will be in total silence while others are crapping about the past. It just so awkward. So, not going is a right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will be home tomorrow, along with my cousin but my home still a bloody mess so i should get my ass get back to yesterday's work. Take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-8104498958064926086?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8104498958064926086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=8104498958064926086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8104498958064926086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8104498958064926086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2011/01/will-we-think-about-tomorrow-like-we.html' title='Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-4208993242607543649</id><published>2010-12-23T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:00:23.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Perfect's What You're Searching For Then Just Stay The Same ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We went to Sunway Lagoon yesterday but m not enjoying myself so much. The kids are throwing tantrum and stuff. So we wasted some of our precious time just to get them back to normal. And tonight we're supposed to send my lovely cousin, Aqilah to the airport. She's going to London but i'm not in mood so I didn't go. Sorry Qila :( And i feel like flying to London as well. Unfortunately my passport is not with me. How bad was that. Ah huh, don't forget my iphone5 okayy? I gave you the invisible money so you've to give me the invisible phone in return. Muahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My aunt is planning for family trip on this Chinese New Year holiday. Yeahh, we've to wait fer the kids. The school doesn't belong to our dad kan. So we've to wait fer holidays but again, I can't go. By that time, m busy preparing fer my umrah. I'm planning to fly to Sabah this 26th with my aunt but i'm not sure yet. We'll see how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't mind if the holiday is boring or whatsoever as long as my family is with me then everything will be fine and i'm so happy. Till then, toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1322759265509442411-4208993242607543649?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/4208993242607543649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=4208993242607543649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4208993242607543649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4208993242607543649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-perfects-what-youre-searching-for.html' title='If Perfect&apos;s What You&apos;re Searching For Then Just Stay The Same ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-7215226379812138257</id><published>2010-12-19T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:47:15.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, it's on my head like every moment ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iphonulo.us/wp-content/woo_custom/32-iPhone_5_is_here.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.iphonulo.us/wp-content/woo_custom/32-iPhone_5_is_here.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-7215226379812138257?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7215226379812138257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=7215226379812138257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/7215226379812138257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/7215226379812138257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/12/mommy-its-on-my-head-like-every-moment.html' title='Mommy, it&apos;s on my head like every moment ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-2908728468111323382</id><published>2010-12-18T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:13:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Life, I Pray Fer Someone Like You ;</title><content type='html'>Hello there. SPM is over. Muahaha.. Okayy, lame. Got so many things on my head right now, few things to settle, few things to decide, some preparation to do and m searching for a suitable way to earn some money by not doing anything so i can get my X5. Muahaha.. first of all, there is an urgent need fer me to decide whether to stay in Subang or Langkawi. I've to prepare for my umrah and m going with my aunt and nanny so kursus and stuff, i've to go with them. But yeah, home sweet home. I wanna stay with my mommy! I wanna get my driving license ASAP so i can go everywhere i want and be my brother's driver. It'll be fun, i think. I should go fer English and some other language classes, i guess. So there will be no problem fer me to travel all around the world. Haha..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah hah.. there's something that irritates me like hell right now. It's hard fer me to put this into words. But it's okayy, i'll keep it to myself. But, don't mess with my sister or i'll send you to hell. Haha.. i'm being nice, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, i lost my phone. Okayy, it's just a N81 8GB Nokia with no keypad. No worries i'll wait fer my iPhone. Muahaha.. perasan. Enough crap i guess. Toodles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-2908728468111323382?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2908728468111323382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=2908728468111323382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2908728468111323382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2908728468111323382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-my-life-i-pray-fer-someone-like-you.html' title='All My Life, I Pray Fer Someone Like You ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-4615866975267002893</id><published>2010-10-04T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:52:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning Of A New Life, I Supposed ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello there. This will be my last post until the last day i would call myself a school kid, maybe. I think i shouldn't spend my precious time on all this crap. I should concentrate on something which is more important. In less than 2 months, i will break free. It feels like heaven ! I've deactivated my Facebook account yesterday and it tells there's someone that i miss her like hell will be missing me. This might sound stupid but i'm kinda happy. Okayy, enough crap. Today i'll be back in the prison and it feels sucks. This will also be the last time for me to take my own so called medical leave, insya-Allah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the form three students will be sitting for their PMR examinations and four of my cousins will be in that group. Wishing you guys luck, i know you guys can do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, keys off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: In case there's something important you guys can contact me thru my phone and formspring. Created the account long time ago but never use it. Toodles !&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/1322759265509442411-4615866975267002893?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/4615866975267002893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=4615866975267002893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4615866975267002893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/4615866975267002893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/10/beginning-of-new-life-i-supposed.html' title='The Beginning Of A New Life, I Supposed ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-5467988747064857030</id><published>2010-09-07T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:32:56.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Stalk Me ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well hello there. I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. There's nothing wrong to let it go. Well, giving up doesn't always mean you are weak, sometimes it just means you are&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strong enough to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know, no matter what, He will always be with me. And thanks to you M for being a real friend, you spent ur precious time for this crap and thanks as well for ur advice. I really appreciate that. But it just that i'm so dead tired and i guess i should put a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fullstop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hari Raya is just around the corner but we didn't prepare anything yet. As usual, last minute preparation. We're going back to Tanjung Malim tomorrow but i can feel it's not going to be so much fun.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; Happy Eid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyone. May God bless you always. And people, i know you guys are &lt;strong&gt;generous&lt;/strong&gt; enough so help me saving for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BMW X5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rock zone free standing ticket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for Paramore's upcoming concert. Till then, toodles (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on ! I found this on likelicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'It's &lt;strong&gt;impossible'&lt;/strong&gt; said &lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;/strong&gt;, 'It's &lt;strong&gt;risky&lt;/strong&gt;' said &lt;strong&gt;experience&lt;/strong&gt;, 'It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pointless&lt;/strong&gt; said &lt;strong&gt;reason&lt;/strong&gt;, 'Give it a&lt;strong&gt; try&lt;/strong&gt; whispered the &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, should i follow my heart or let the pride conquer?&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/1322759265509442411-5467988747064857030?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5467988747064857030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=5467988747064857030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/5467988747064857030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/5467988747064857030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-know-you-stalk-me.html' title='I Know You Stalk Me ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-8720425738097918576</id><published>2010-09-07T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:43:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality hurts, truth bites, living kills, today tortures and&lt;br /&gt;yesterday are just as bad, what else's new? The only comfort is knowing we're&lt;br /&gt;proudly smart enough to live the way we want it, though others'll never fail to&lt;br /&gt;try to screw it for us, we prove them wrong again and again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Hlovate&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/1322759265509442411-8720425738097918576?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8720425738097918576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=8720425738097918576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8720425738097918576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8720425738097918576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/reality-hurts-truth-bites-living-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-1993933885878466270</id><published>2010-09-05T21:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:11:38.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired Of Arguing Over Silly Things ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hye there. Done watching&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Camp Rock 2&lt;/span&gt; just now and it was ok : I love the part when Nick introduce himself in a song. It just so sweet, i guess. But the song sounds similar to Jason Mraz's, I'm Yours. Yeah i absolutely love the movie who doesn't, right? It's all about friendship and having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okayy there's something bothering me at this particular moment and i should say it is kinda important for me as i &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;value friendship&lt;/span&gt;, er do i? Yes i do ! Well, honestly my recent post really have &lt;strong&gt;nothing to do&lt;/strong&gt; with you but you are the one who respond and feeling so over touched about it. It just so immature arguing and fighting over here people. Okayy, it's ur blog so you can write whatever you want. Seriously,&lt;strong&gt; i don't have any problem with you&lt;/strong&gt; but since you brought things up i just want to make it clear. Urghhh, i feel so childish writing this kind of things here though i know nobody would read them. Back to our business, ouhh not ours, its mine. First, there's a morning when you guys have early morning class sort like kelas fajar or something, you guys just walk away without telling me. Yeah, i know i'm not babysitting you guys or something but at least, tell me but lucky me i saw you guys on my way to have my breakfast but did i react differently after that? Tak pon kan? &lt;strong&gt;It wasn't a big deal&lt;/strong&gt;. And as i remember, i never left you guys. I mean yeah i got class early in the morning as well so should i take the blame? I guess it's a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO !&lt;/span&gt; And there's a time you guys decided to stop going to Add Maths tuition, you guys didn't ask me first. I remember, we're on our way to the class and i asked who is going to send us that night and you guys was like 'berenti dah pon, kami tak cakap lagi eyh?' then i was like okayy. I mean what else i can say? You guys already make up ur mind and i've to depend on you guys since i've no other transport. But have i ever mention about this before? Never ever. So am i the one who can't tolerate? Second, i'm not in a bad mood. I can talk to others nicely. It just that &lt;strong&gt;i'm not comfortable being with the person i didn't talk to&lt;/strong&gt; for almost a month so i just keep my mouth shut when she is around. Is it a big deal? Again, it's a big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO !&lt;/span&gt; Third, maybe i'm a bit harsh on that day but &lt;strong&gt;opinion is like ass hole&lt;/strong&gt; right? Everybody has one. You can't blame me for throwing out mine either. Well, it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;proven&lt;/span&gt;. In less than a month the drama goes on as usual. People arguing and fighting over silly things, there's jealousy here and there. Am i wrong? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO !&lt;/span&gt; Fourth, i'm not blaming you. Never ever so &lt;strong&gt;am i the one who starting up the fire?&lt;/strong&gt; And for the last time it's a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okayy, i might sound arrogant and you guys are feeling like ouhh does she think she is good enough and who does she think she is kind of feel but i don't give a damn. It used to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me but now, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But i should admit, i miss our friendship, the vacation, our girls talk and more but then i realize there's no use appreciating something that others took for granted. Well, there's no use arguing and pointing fingers about this kind of stuff. I don't wanna act like a fool plus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no use hurting somebody who mean nothing to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry and thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for everything. But the truth is, we're just fine but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you think it was you so you hunt for my mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but apparently it wasn't a big deal for you. Nevermind, nobody ask you to admit it. Friendship ends here :) Er, how stupid i am. It ended a long time ago and nobody cares for crying out loud ! But hey, it's my blog i can write whatever i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : in case you need someone to talk about paramore's upcoming concert, i'm always here. Cheers !&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/1322759265509442411-1993933885878466270?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1993933885878466270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=1993933885878466270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1993933885878466270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/1993933885878466270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-tired-of-arguing-over-silly-things.html' title='I&apos;m Tired Of Arguing Over Silly Things ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-6694516511444168789</id><published>2010-09-04T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:59:49.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>Grant My Wishes, please ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aina dedicated the song With You by Anas Tahir to me last night. It wasn't a big deal actually but the vidoe just made my day. Okayy, he is nobody and i just figured out that he is Faizal Tahir's brother just the moment after i watch that video. To be honest, his voice is kinda nice. And for his crappy jokes, i give 2/5. And thanks to Aina, it's the thought that count. I mean, yeah i've been loving this song since we're in form three and used to sing it out loud and get everybody else who was preparing for PMR goin mad and annoyed. Hue, sorry ! And someone called me last night, then i realized that there's still someone who cares about me and i guess a ticket to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;'s concert and  that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;/span&gt; tote bag will make me even happier :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have 3 days left in Langkawi before we go back to our hometown and i'm so fucking boring. Maybe i should get back to those textbooks. Trial isn't yet over. There's still 4 more papers to go and Add Maths is one of them and it scares me to death. I should put extra effort on this so that i can prove everyone who look down on me that they're sooooo wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-6694516511444168789?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6694516511444168789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=6694516511444168789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6694516511444168789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6694516511444168789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/aina-dedicated-song-with-you-by-anas.html' title='Grant My Wishes, please ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-2047439508659176223</id><published>2010-09-03T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T05:49:13.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something That Best Unspoken ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TIG2af9w2rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7e721Z553oI/s1600/shit2823-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512887985251605170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TIG2af9w2rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7e721Z553oI/s320/shit2823-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello there, it feels good to be home. I don't have to face all their fake smiles and even fake a smile for them. I'm tired of all this drama. I just can't take it anymore and pretend like i am ok when apparently i am NOT ! I'm not a hypocrite okayy but i am trying to fit in and i pray for patience but you guys make me wanna melt your face away. I am just a plain normal human being. I'm not an angel, i got feelings that should be taken care of. Okayy, lets not pot call the kettle black but is it necessary to tell everyone that you texted me and you regret it cos i didn't reply? It just so immature. Well hello, am i the one who asked you to act that way? Obviously NOT ! And a bestfriend will never ever leave their friend when they're in the middle of excitement and their so called bestfriend just stare at them like a fool. Maybe, i'm the one who take it too seriously but if this is just me, we might be in this situation a long time ago right? Stop acting like you care. Whenever things turned out to be this way, people will put the blame on me. Well, i am an egomaniac but i've tried to get myself out of it and it still wasn't enough . I just think i don't belong to this kind of society. I just can't be myself. I miss being the old me, the cold and mean one. And now i learned people always judge others from their bad deed, mistakes and there's no acception for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-2047439508659176223?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2047439508659176223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=2047439508659176223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2047439508659176223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/2047439508659176223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-that-best-unspoken.html' title='Something That Best Unspoken ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TIG2af9w2rI/AAAAAAAAAVw/7e721Z553oI/s72-c/shit2823-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-669806614432310067</id><published>2010-08-27T07:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:40:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Down And Feel Alone ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This might be a help when u're down and feel alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BMT6BfxR7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BMT6BfxR7w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-669806614432310067?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/669806614432310067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=669806614432310067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/669806614432310067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/669806614432310067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-youre-down-and-feel-alone.html' title='When You&apos;re Down And Feel Alone ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-8176315455180212699</id><published>2010-08-12T16:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:16:39.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>The D.I.A Bitch ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TGScPDbG5iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F_1uB7MLYjg/s1600/Picture0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504696426984564258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TGScPDbG5iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F_1uB7MLYjg/s320/Picture0032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Hell-O you idiot. No no, not you. It's her. That stupid brat who hunger for attention. Even Lady Gaga is not hunger for attention as you are. That is what she've been saying on MTV. Nevermind, ignore her. I'm not posting this to humiliate you but i'm asking for what is mine. I've been asking you for it nicely but you keep on lying and manipulating others. No no, we're not stupid. You are the one who being so stupid for thinking that we trust all your stupid, lame old lies. Shame shame on you. I'm not that poor to get a new one but that thing is really really meaningful to me and i never gave it to you. You are the one who took it away from me and i've been asking for it like thousand times. How does it feel showing off with others stuff huhh idiot? Tell you what, you're getting more irritating and annoying from day to day and that just make us hate you even more. And please respect my privacy. Damn ass mother fucker you have no right at all to check on all my stuff. Your fingerprints on my stuff are like eeeuuwww, i wish i could washed it all away. I'm dead tired, my nerves shattered and in so much need to cut off from everything related to you and please remove every single thing about me on your page. You know what i mean unless you don't understand english. Knowing you is the biggest mistake in my life. Why on earth there's a creature like you? I think you should be a dead meat a long long time ago so that it wont harm others. Ouhh i refer you as it as you don't look anymore like human to me. Err, sorry. I'll do whatever it takes to get what is mine back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: see, i can turn out to be a bad, real bad enemy :)&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/1322759265509442411-8176315455180212699?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8176315455180212699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=8176315455180212699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8176315455180212699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8176315455180212699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-hell-o-you-idiot.html' title='The D.I.A Bitch ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TGScPDbG5iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/F_1uB7MLYjg/s72-c/Picture0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-3694103153376352673</id><published>2010-08-10T11:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:12:22.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPM'/><title type='text'>Happy Bless Ramadhan ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504717263837233602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TGSvL6v6gcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/owDupvzLT_g/s320/556646199_b9b87107b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here it comes again. It's the fasting month baybeh, time to cut down some weight. A bowl of cereal, 2 glasses of milk and a glass of plain water, so my dream of cutting down some weight will be just a dream. And we're having our trial during this Ramadhan and I think it's good. I've heard before perut yang lapar menyumbang kepada otak yang cerdas, is it? I hope so since i really need my brain to function properly and extraordinarily than usual so i can get great great marks for trial. This is really important for me and i'm dying for it. I don't want people to look down on me since i've had had enough. Again, i'm crapping bout this trial stuff. I need B complex since i don't think i will be able to wake up at 4.30 in the morning at the hostel or might as well call it prison. Hell yes, i'm cooped up there which is really sux. I wish i can skip school for another two weeks unfortunately we're having our trial so i can't. I think i should sacrifice my bed time starting from now on. But how can i concentrate on my studies when i'm half asleep? I'll end up looking like a walking zombie in class the next morning. Sux. I guess i've been infected by the narcolepsy which is a neurological disorder that gives people overwhelming urges to sleep at fairly random times during the day or night. But i'm only happened to be infected when i'm in front of the books, starting to do some revision. HAHA, i'm not infected then. It's just the brain who tell me 'sleep, sleep.. u still have time' that kind of thing. Urghh ! I guess it's time for me to change. I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i'm asking for forgiveness from all of you if i've ever hurt you guys. Err, i think there shouldn't be the word if in the sentence. Okayy correction, i'm asking for forgiveness from all of you for words that might hurt and things i've done wrong. Wish me luck people. Toodles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I'm seriously having a hard time getting used to the fact that trial is just around the corner. I need somebody to help me tune to exam mode. Grr !&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/1322759265509442411-3694103153376352673?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3694103153376352673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=3694103153376352673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/3694103153376352673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/3694103153376352673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-bless-ramadhan.html' title='Happy Bless Ramadhan ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TGSvL6v6gcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/owDupvzLT_g/s72-c/556646199_b9b87107b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-6348650636624962380</id><published>2010-08-08T08:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:21:40.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPM'/><title type='text'>I Need A Tutor ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trial is just around the corner. Err, fer SPM i mean but i'm not prepared yet fer cryin' out looooouuuddddd ! I really wish i can turn back the clock. I'm running out of time. Okayy okayy there's no use crying over split milk. I should get myself prepared earlier. Hue, what to do damage has been done (: Though i'm not taking those pure science subjects or should i say subjects fer orang orang bijak pandai ? I'm not being sarcastic or whatever u might say, i just fuckingly hate it when u guys was like 'alaaaa korang xpyh baca, chill je'. WTF? Okayy it might seems EASY but u don't have to say it like we don't have to put even a single effort on it. Grr, sumpah meluat huhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my hometown now. Heee i don't bring along any other books except my add maths revision book and Syasya was like 'hg xbwk balik buku? Trial lg brapa hari ja'. Hue it's not that i don't want to bring them along but my mom ckp 'no need kot, kat sne nnt lupa diri lgpn byk sgt beg ni kereta xmuat'. Hue. Nevermind, i'll focus on add maths first *choihh, HAHA. That's all fer now. Toodles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: I seriously think i need a private tutor fer add maths and account. Correction, a handsome private tutor for free so i can concentrate moree. MUAHAHA&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/1322759265509442411-6348650636624962380?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6348650636624962380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=6348650636624962380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6348650636624962380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/6348650636624962380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-tutor.html' title='I Need A Tutor ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-3754071153827989895</id><published>2010-07-17T11:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:09:50.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>Braces ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TFKZjVW0zAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ev2n-5vs2L0/s1600/35694_1425435609303_1635173936_1002940_2679544_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499626927280147458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TFKZjVW0zAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ev2n-5vs2L0/s320/35694_1425435609303_1635173936_1002940_2679544_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heyy there. Finally, i got time fer this. I miss blogging so muuccchhhh. Got so many things to tell ya. Okayy, first of all i have a new look with the braces on. I was so excited to put on the braces at first but after two days i feel like taking them out. It's not that hurt but err ya know when something is placed where it shouldn't be and i can't eat whatever i want. I just can stare at them who eat those delicious pizza, marvelous peppermints ice-cream etc etc. They said i look like shahir, the AF star. Err ? And and there's someone said i look like a predator. HAHA, i know u're jealous. Nevermind, don't bother. Ahh, about the national service thing, 'HARAP MAAF 930624-10-**** TIDAK TERPILIH bla bla bla..' Seriously, u don't have to be sorry. I don't give a damn (: MUAHAHA. Memey, congrats. Heee i know u can make it. It's not that bad kot. Who knows u'll find ur true love there? I'll visit u when i'm free okayy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm that's all for now kot. I'm out of words. Chiowww.&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/1322759265509442411-3754071153827989895?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3754071153827989895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=3754071153827989895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/3754071153827989895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/3754071153827989895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/07/heyy-there.html' title='Braces ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xYaLLrhXIrs/TFKZjVW0zAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ev2n-5vs2L0/s72-c/35694_1425435609303_1635173936_1002940_2679544_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-197622935529683996</id><published>2010-06-17T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:07:33.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Wonder When Is It Going To End? ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of all the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the cheating, and the broken promises that were never meant to be kept. I'm tired of manipulating people, and of being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;manipulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of the games and the danger and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;betrayals&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's cost me everything I ever gave a damn about !&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/1322759265509442411-197622935529683996?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/197622935529683996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=197622935529683996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/197622935529683996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/197622935529683996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wonder-when-is-it-going-to-end.html' title='I Wonder When Is It Going To End? ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1322759265509442411.post-8253410489866823318</id><published>2010-02-19T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:05:39.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Message From Nina and I'm So Excited ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nina ; Weyh ma aku bagi &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;green light&lt;/span&gt; untuk London trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then i scream hysterically. I was like Oh-My-G is this fer real or i am just dreaming. Okayy this is real babyy. I was like should i book the ticket now? Flying with MAS or AirAsia. Haha overr enn. Whatever it is we'll have to wait fer Memey. It's all depends on u baybeh. If Memey can go then the trip is on. Can't wait can't wait. We should start saving from now so that we'll have extra money fer shopping. Urghh &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;tak payah makan la kat kantin&lt;/span&gt; tu. Tak sedap pon. Haha.. Then &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;tak payah outing&lt;/span&gt;, use our precious time wisefully. Study, study, study so that we can get great great marks fer trials. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Be in our best behavior&lt;/span&gt; so that they'll trust us being there without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhh i'm so anxious to be there. It's not that i never been out from Malaysia but a trip with ur coolest friends will be really really meaningful. I miss our vacation in Langkawi before and the most pathetic part is we lost all of our pictures there. My bad, sorry guys :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memey's cousin is coming back on the 1st April. I really hope he bring along my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;black star&lt;/span&gt;. Please please i'm begging u. Heee no worries fer the money okayy i'll directly pay u back. And and next time u come back don't forget to bring along my BMW X5 okayy? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin back to AS today. Hmm kinda sad. Kesian papa nanti tinggal sorang. Haish why don't we move and live under one roof? I don't really like this way of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1322759265509442411-8253410489866823318?l=sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8253410489866823318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1322759265509442411&amp;postID=8253410489866823318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8253410489866823318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1322759265509442411/posts/default/8253410489866823318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sasya-anuwar.blogspot.com/2010/02/message-from-nina-and-im-so-excited.html' title='A Message From Nina and I&apos;m So Excited ;'/><author><name>sayra ;)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12520520499612218704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ph-aqh3p0Ok/TjsWzyVNaGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/X1L-HwUeLd4/s220/Picture0058%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
