<?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-2645047139733377152</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:25:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a sum of all choices</title><subtitle type='html'>Life of a complicated teenager.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7180946509262081310</id><published>2009-12-27T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:58:11.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You broke my heart, so what else do you wanna break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just wanna run away..  run away from everything. I wish i could run away to a place where it won't hurt me. I wish i wasn't crying right now.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK 2009!&lt;/b&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/2645047139733377152-7180946509262081310?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7180946509262081310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7180946509262081310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7180946509262081310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7180946509262081310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-2009.html' title='fuck 2009'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6591839962379533752</id><published>2009-12-05T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:50:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT HURTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, December already? Time moves so fast. Even when it's impossible , even when it gets hard, but pass it does. Few more days till a whole new year begins. I don't know about you guys, but i CANT WAIT for 2009 to end. Cause HELL, it's been the worst year for me , yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where to start? I really have no idea. But rather than bore you with every detail of my life since back when I abandoned blogger.  I’ll sum it up best that I can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well the last few weeks of my life have been a real roller coaster. Actually that’s an understatement. My life was torn apart, ripped at the seams a little while back. And there’s no point pretending; it hurts, it still really hurts. Not all the time, but those quiet moments when I’m alone and my mind starts to wonder, or when I see all my friends and how happy they are in all their relationships, or just the randoms on the street holding hands. I used to have that. And the thing that hurts the most is the fact that it wasn’t mine or even his fault that it ended; it was an outside force. A fucking outsider that had to fuck up everything that was perfect in my life, everything I ever wanted. And also that because of them, I’ll never have it back. Ever, I just know it. Ouch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You know I can’t even think of anything else to write. I feel in a way worse because I’m suddenly reliving these moments and feelings that I’ve been trying so hard to push to the side. But I figure it’s better to get it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6591839962379533752?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6591839962379533752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6591839962379533752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6591839962379533752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6591839962379533752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-it-hurts.html' title='FUCK IT HURTS!'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-9006669439327306209</id><published>2009-11-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T10:40:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven knows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rick Price - Heaven knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;From the time I wake up 'til I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;She's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though she's so far away&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps gettin' stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep tellin' me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in kind&lt;br /&gt;I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause wide awake or dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all this time I act so brave&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find a way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a person like me, the warm memories i shared with someone, it seems like it is not easy to wipe away. It's very stupid but... after giving you up i just realized the importance of your existence in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month now, and never before have i thought that it could be possible but here i am, still standing. It's your birthday today, but it's not the same birthday in a sense for me , &amp;amp; i think you know why. But anyway, Happy Birthday , E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-9006669439327306209?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/9006669439327306209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=9006669439327306209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/9006669439327306209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/9006669439327306209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-knows.html' title='heaven knows.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1424820731829350121</id><published>2009-10-22T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:56:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SuCbrg_oyqI/AAAAAAAAANI/kw0yZiroKsg/s1600-h/1391221943331_Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SuCbrg_oyqI/AAAAAAAAANI/kw0yZiroKsg/s320/1391221943331_Lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483525483383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&amp;amp;v=48Xz4QfRLQw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&amp;amp;v=48Xz4QfRLQw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like crying in the rain, where no one else can see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It took longer than i thought it would for that smaller, broken part of me to cry herself out. It happened, though, and i was eventually exhausted enough to sleep. Unconsciousness did not bring full relief from the pain, just a numbing, dulling ease, like a medicine. Make it more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going be a part of me now. Time would make it easier--- that's what everyone always said. But I didn't care if time healed me or not, cause i know that's just BULL. Whoever came up with the concept that 'time heals everything', that's just full of BULL. Because even if the pain has gone away, the scar will always remain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-1424820731829350121?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1424820731829350121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1424820731829350121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1424820731829350121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1424820731829350121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/10/parrot.html' title='parrot'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SuCbrg_oyqI/AAAAAAAAANI/kw0yZiroKsg/s72-c/1391221943331_Lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5615016546101346209</id><published>2009-09-19T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:36:54.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly truth</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i've been on hiatus for quite some time now.. Sorry, wish that i could make it up for it. Things happened, and most of them have gotten out of hands,  but I've had nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;Although so many things have been happening in my life since I entered matriculation. I just haven't found the will to write again. Nothing, whatsoever. It saddens me to think I cannot conceive my regular bunch of crap stuff, mushy posts, those true to the heart stories and those ever so personal things that come from my very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've just watched 'The Ugly Truth' last night with my boys, Qayyum &amp;amp; Johan. Probably the funniest romantic comedy ever, though it did involve some adult jokes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SrTQPGJxqSI/AAAAAAAAANA/Epu2Fm5sqTA/s1600-h/ugly_truth_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SrTQPGJxqSI/AAAAAAAAANA/Epu2Fm5sqTA/s320/ugly_truth_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383156412382816546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OH, AND HAPPY RAYA EVERYONE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-5615016546101346209?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5615016546101346209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5615016546101346209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5615016546101346209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5615016546101346209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly truth'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SrTQPGJxqSI/AAAAAAAAANA/Epu2Fm5sqTA/s72-c/ugly_truth_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-620738652512859076</id><published>2009-09-18T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:56:44.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blogtitle"&gt;&lt;div id="85005_kdub1"&gt;An Overflow of Words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gambled on many different fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on this — the biggest&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all these while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being proved right. Always, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So just this once — &lt;/span&gt;really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to be &lt;/span&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure feels a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just wishful thinking on my part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as I love my little fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe God will give me strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;— enough to stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and walk forward &lt;/span&gt;when&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the inevitable happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I find my answers — until then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let me hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-620738652512859076?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/620738652512859076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=620738652512859076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/620738652512859076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/620738652512859076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/09/overflow-of-words-ive-gambled-on-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2884756154599230334</id><published>2009-09-06T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:40:12.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GIVE UP ! That's it . &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/2645047139733377152-2884756154599230334?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2884756154599230334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2884756154599230334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2884756154599230334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2884756154599230334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-up.html' title='give up'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7368137738795673374</id><published>2009-08-23T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:18:23.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SpCmpzpCNaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uLgnrwHCHhw/s1600-h/6768_119083718027_632658027_2288660_2263433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372977592620168610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SpCmpzpCNaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uLgnrwHCHhw/s320/6768_119083718027_632658027_2288660_2263433_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SpCliyQTePI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T_zfBnXqp7A/s1600-h/P8161653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372976372477294834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SpCliyQTePI/AAAAAAAAAMw/T_zfBnXqp7A/s320/P8161653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Congratulations to Cousin Katrina &amp;amp; Lesh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My first cousin to ever getting married. Wonder who's next ? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7368137738795673374?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7368137738795673374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7368137738795673374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7368137738795673374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7368137738795673374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SpCmpzpCNaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uLgnrwHCHhw/s72-c/6768_119083718027_632658027_2288660_2263433_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8247359069926226002</id><published>2009-08-11T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:36:46.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger, but aint better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;STRONGER, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but ain't better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it just me, or does it seem like its the break-up season for everyone ? everyone else but me that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8247359069926226002?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8247359069926226002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8247359069926226002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8247359069926226002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8247359069926226002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/08/stronger-but-aint-better.html' title='Stronger, but aint better'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4938576706623500196</id><published>2009-07-27T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:28:00.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really look at how things are around me. Or with myself. And what I find, I don't like at all. That, and I realize I've been making more mistakes than a normal person would recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few months, i 've never felt a profound unhappy feeling. I didn't like that feeling. I should pull myself together again. I didn't want to feel so heavy. It shouldn't feel that way. But that's wishful thinking. I have no control over what my heart wants to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things in life. So many. They always make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when they're not. Making me happy, that is. Or rather, when I'm just not. Last few month, I was not. I hoped everyone would leave me alone so I can sort things out. Dislike, annoyance, disgust and perhaps even hate were building more and more everyday inside me. These nasty feelings are angled and directed to many things. I can't exactly say what exactly. Myself, people, situations, etc. It's shitty, I've never been this much of a troublesome (hateful) person, yknow, despite the occasional hypocracy and lying fronts. Heh, I'm no saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have tremendously changed now. I am once more happy again. To be back home, to be with my family , friends, and Ehsan. It's like i'm in a vague dream i had before. It's true when they say that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will never know what you've got till it's gone&lt;/span&gt;". Before the legendary Michael Jackson left us, people had mocked him , made fun of him, made use of him. Now that he's gone, people have finally realised how big the world's loss of him. Despite that he was a really weird dude when he was alive, he was definitely a legend, and his legacy will forever live on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4938576706623500196?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4938576706623500196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4938576706623500196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4938576706623500196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4938576706623500196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/07/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes?'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1262511486547259341</id><published>2009-07-26T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:10:01.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have flaws, but i make them beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As seasons progress, things don't change , we do, for the better or worse. You'll just have to accept the fact that you probably won't see that person as the ol' person they were the last time you saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, talk about random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has probably been my most unlucky day.&lt;br /&gt;First, i knocked my dad's new favourite car. the damage was PRETTYY bad,&lt;br /&gt;but to my surprise, my dad didn't get mad at all! so maybe i've got my luck back on that part&lt;br /&gt;that makes me love him even more :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-1262511486547259341?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1262511486547259341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1262511486547259341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1262511486547259341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1262511486547259341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/07/unlucky.html' title='unlucky'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-809220002934933866</id><published>2009-07-21T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:00:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CURRENT ADDICTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SmXWw_wXvBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/feq70nscKfU/s1600-h/boys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SmXWw_wXvBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/feq70nscKfU/s320/boys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360927068690824210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOYS OVER FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i 've got the korean addict syndroms, YES, i am now officially a Korean Drama addict !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly contagious people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2645047139733377152-809220002934933866?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/809220002934933866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=809220002934933866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/809220002934933866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/809220002934933866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/07/korean-addict.html' title='Korean Addict'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SmXWw_wXvBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/feq70nscKfU/s72-c/boys1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7806287416707536069</id><published>2009-07-19T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:02:09.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SmNQ5OU_dJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XlFiwpJmqbA/s1600-h/DXyWCHfMFox66ul03oV56Bg8o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SmNQ5OU_dJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XlFiwpJmqbA/s320/DXyWCHfMFox66ul03oV56Bg8o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360216925529928850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm HOME ! For 2weeks baby. Thank God for civilization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy do i have so much to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i think i can finally learn to get used of living there. I know i was being overly emotional about living in hostels and all, but hey, there's first time for everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND speaking of first time, Mom, Dad and Myra said i've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gained weight&lt;/span&gt;. "Sara macam dah berisi dah sekarang, especially your arms. What have you been eating there?" Never did it occur to me that i'd be hearing those words , all my life, i had thought that the only time i'd gain weight is when i 've become a mother of 5 children. Nevertheless, it was kind of a good news for me . For most girls, it'd be the other way round. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7806287416707536069?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7806287416707536069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7806287416707536069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7806287416707536069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7806287416707536069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SmNQ5OU_dJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XlFiwpJmqbA/s72-c/DXyWCHfMFox66ul03oV56Bg8o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3655465656283467554</id><published>2009-07-09T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:28:56.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knowww, this is the longest i've been away from blogging. But you can't possibly blame me for it, knowing the internet connection here, and the schedules which i'm packed with. But not to worry, for my mid-semester break starts NEXTWEEK , which means i can make it up for not blogging so much :) but first i'd have to go through stuipd exam. GRRR. Till then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3655465656283467554?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3655465656283467554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3655465656283467554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3655465656283467554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3655465656283467554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-knowww-this-is-longest-ive-been-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5951713581355198150</id><published>2009-06-12T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:52:59.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" I died inside, I'm a shell outside, a ghost in my eyes "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right, everything seems so wrong .. Decisions have been made, but i'm still having 2nd thoughts, no wait, scratch that, 100th thoughts. This nagging thought has been in my head since day 1 up till today, and i've been here for over a month. I know that i still have a chance to make things right, to make my regrets go away, but how can i do that without being concern about my parents' feelings? I love them too much to make them be dissapointed again. I could at least try right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to just somehow run away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not worthy.I've done irreversible things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need guidance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need someone who knows me. Who does anymore? Even I don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's a good thing i have you , baby. Or else, i don't know what i'll become. You're the only thing that keeps me sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-5951713581355198150?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5951713581355198150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5951713581355198150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5951713581355198150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5951713581355198150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/06/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8045787022415895726</id><published>2009-05-31T02:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:34:02.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2 AWESOME YEARS&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A YEAR AGO : 31st May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"31st May 2007 is the date to be remembered for me. as of today, my one year of anniversary with him, i figured that i should make a blog about us, about how it started. i mean, why shouldnt i right? after all , this is the kind of relationship i have been longing for. a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;serious and long relationship&lt;/span&gt;. so supposedly, it means somthing right? &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/ditzy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;it began in the year 2004, i was in form 1 and he was in form 2. i had an itsy bitsy crush on him.. okay fine. maybe a HUGE crush. we had some talking on the phone atleast twice a week. we would laugh a lot throughout the whole conversation. i thought dat he felt the same way for me, but then one day, he did something that crushed my heart into pieces and made me really upset. so i decided not to talk to him anymore. and so, it ended. the year later, he transferred to SRI INAI school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in 2006, it was in june, i received a text msg from a guy claiming dat he is ehsan hani. i was surprised that he has got my new number while i dont even have his. n i dont remember giving out my number to any of his friends. for a few months, we msged eachother quite a lot . he was the one to started it first of coz &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was kinda being desperate and all, calling me sweet names and stuffs. but too bad for him i wasnt interested with him like i used to back then. i started to ignore his msgs at times.jual mahal la kannn. LOL. it made him upset so in december, he finally gave up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haaaaaaaaa tu lahhhh.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KARMA KARMA! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it was the first day of school in 2007, i noticed a familiar face. the face which i had been eyeing on when i was 13. yeah it was him. it got me wondering why he didnt tell me he was going to transfer back into this school. oh yaaaaaaa i forgot. he was still mad at me for didnt layan him sangat last time &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/naughty.gif" /&gt; okay la i have to admit, i kinda regret for not doing so becoz i realized he was quite good looking jgak lahhhh (takyah nk bangga lebih aite syg). i got home n instantly grab my phone n msg him telling him that i saw him at school . he only replied  with a realy short sentence. okay so that's when i got a hinch that he was still mad at me &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt; in just a few weeks, we bumped to eachother quite a lota times but didnt even look at eachother's face. well of coz i did look at him a lot when i had the chance to without him noticing it &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/productive.gif" /&gt; i just couldnt stand us not talking to eachother as if we were strangers. so i decided to msg him again one day. to my surprise, he replied back with a smiley . you dont need to be a genius to guess how my reaction was that time right. haha. and so, we constantly kept on smsing everyday. but somehow, it 's so hard for us to say HI at school. so our everyday routine of msging eachother eventually leads to calling eachother sweet names and stuffs.he gave me a nickname of "Sandy" which is the name of the squirrel in Spongebob Squarepants (dont ask why) .he would even call me using his dad's phone. n talk about everything. 3hours of talking on the phone feels like it has only been 3minutes. biase lah. dah &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;love struck kann.&lt;/span&gt; well as they say, we were like "scandal" for quite awhile. somehow, we knew how we felt for eachother without even confessing.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; duh it is prettyyy obvious isnt it? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i remembered he volunteered to walk me home in March. when we finally arrived near my house, i told him to get back home before my mom sees him. he told me to come closer to him, when i did, he suddenly pinched my cheecks and ran off. i was smiling the whole time after that &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/content.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as the days past, i realized our feelings for eachother just couldnt be denied anymore .we are in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; we would always hangout at the kedai mamak MAJU with his friends. we begin to act like as if we were a real couple, although we werent that time . how i wish to ask him why he didnt ask me to be his gf though, but i just dont want to ruin what he have. so i just kept quiet. then finally,on 31st MAY , he called me asking me to be his gf. finally! it took you that long huh?!&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/mellow.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;the things that always seem to make me so drawn to him is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. the way he teases me like a little child&lt;br /&gt;2. the way he doesnt really show that he loves me but when he does, it really&lt;br /&gt; shows and made me feel so touched :)&lt;br /&gt;3. how he would tell his friends about me and didnt want me to know about it but&lt;br /&gt; i eventually will find out about it&lt;br /&gt;4. how he would sing to me when we talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt;5. how he doesnt want me to know how easily jealous he could get sometimes ;p&lt;br /&gt;6. the tone of his voice whenever he answers my call&lt;br /&gt;7. of course, he would always crack me up with his stupid jokes&lt;br /&gt;8. whenever i get one of those mood swings, he would cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of course we do have our ups and downs at times. i mean.. whoever said that being in a relationship is easy? it takes real commitment to keep the relationship in smooth sailing up to a year. not to mention, patience.. and believe me! being with ehsan here , you most probably need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LOT OF PATIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/nerdy.gif" /&gt;. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is LOUD,&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;annoying,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;.. i had never imagined myself being in a relationship with someone who is just the total opposite of my kind of ideal guy..haha not exactly the kind of Mr Right which i had in mind. but as weird as it is, i really do think that we really are perfect for each other. how ironic isnt it? to tell you the truth,  i tend to get easily bored being in a relationship..but this guy here, always has something up his sleeves to keep me entertained. .and i thank Allah to have found him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A YEAR LATER ; 31st May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you all know, i've posted a blog in myspace about our 1st anniversary exactly a year ago, but that brings us to the present world, where we are right now, which is a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically , in my last post , i've already explained about how we met, about how it all began. So as of today, for my 2nd anniversary post, i'd only like to utter some words, so i'll just try to make it short and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm really trying to say here is that .. i'm grateful. Grateful for just getting the chance of having him in my life, even if this will last for just 2 years, even if everything ends. I may not know what life is going to lead us to in the future, i may not know where this is all going to. But no matter what happens, i'll still be grateful; because the times of being with him, were the happiest times of my life. Of course, i haven't braced myself for anything worse that's going to happen to us, and sure, even if the worst did happen,  the pain may be unbearable.  But try as i may, i'm still going to be grateful, because &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it happened, because i know it's worth everything. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I've experienced a profound tenderness like i never thought i could feel.  I've became the happiest girl like i can never imagined to be. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I'm thankful to have met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before you, Ehsan, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars --- points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly, everything was on fire; there were brilliancy, there was beauty. I seem to see the world as a better place when you're with me, because i now truly realize what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary :))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa-rang-ham-ni-da nan&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8045787022415895726?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8045787022415895726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8045787022415895726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8045787022415895726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8045787022415895726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-awesome-years33-year-ago-31st-may.html' title='2 years :)'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4086656680229324462</id><published>2009-05-22T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:50:28.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it pay to be judgemental?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever entered a room knowing that everyone in the room is watching you? 200 eyes eyeing on you? Have you ever felt that people are staring at you , observing you, as you were walking? I can't say that i'm not concern about what others may think about me, because i am. But try as I may, there are times when i just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt; What really ticks me off is to know how judgemental people can be. Being here, i'm surprised to find out how people can be so inclined to make judgements, STUPID judgements, what, based on physical appearance? I 'm appalled to see the abundance of close-minded people around here. Stop being so kampung la, we're living in the 21st century already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i don't wear tudung, doesn't mean i have different intentions than yours of coming here.. And just because i come from a big city , or as they like to label me as 'budak KL', doesn't mean i'm any different from you people. Unless,  you guys still want to stick to that stupid theory of yours, then that would be a different story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4086656680229324462?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4086656680229324462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4086656680229324462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4086656680229324462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4086656680229324462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-it-pay-to-be-judgemental.html' title='Does it pay to be judgemental?'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5985330337013609146</id><published>2009-05-17T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:31:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm always concerned about others and what they expect from me, and that, results in how easily stressed i can be. I often feel stressed, but most of those heavy expectations come from my own head ! i'm worried about my own needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-5985330337013609146?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5985330337013609146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5985330337013609146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5985330337013609146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5985330337013609146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-always-concerned-about-others-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6444430677279780203</id><published>2009-05-10T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:34:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye KL</title><content type='html'>Truth is, i'm scared, worried, HORRIFIED. It's like this bad feeling has been lingering inside me for so long and wouldn't go away. And these feelings i have, are usually right. I haven't braced myself for anything that's gonna happen, good or bad, i am not ready to face any of those yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you sincerely believed something is true, but the truth is, you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn't even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would you try to break through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last day with them before i leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEKa71WFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fOuvZolR-PA/s1600-h/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEKa71WFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fOuvZolR-PA/s320/DSC01788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166491974948946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEVZqyEkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0GPFvYTYk2A/s1600-h/DSC01778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEVZqyEkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0GPFvYTYk2A/s320/DSC01778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166680613556802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEwdgkcZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kj55hM26UI0/s1600-h/DSC01779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEwdgkcZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Kj55hM26UI0/s320/DSC01779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334167145500930450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbHYyD7bPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OO0i0Pu8G9Q/s1600-h/DSC00573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbHYyD7bPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/OO0i0Pu8G9Q/s320/DSC00573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334170037235969266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but definitely not least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbJSI_tsxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qj2iHhU40a8/s1600-h/l_db6e6e5f4c6e44e4a2a5e28a35d9043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbJSI_tsxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qj2iHhU40a8/s320/l_db6e6e5f4c6e44e4a2a5e28a35d9043a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334172122156479250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the recent over-emotional posts, but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So here i go, Goodbye KL, Hello Melaka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6444430677279780203?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6444430677279780203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6444430677279780203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6444430677279780203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6444430677279780203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/05/truth-is-im-scared-worried-horrified.html' title='goodbye KL'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SgbEKa71WFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/fOuvZolR-PA/s72-c/DSC01788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5104973019175634165</id><published>2009-05-08T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:13:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not strong</title><content type='html'>I am not as strong as people give me credit for. I always let my emotions get the best of me. I've been through a lot that should have finished me in the last few days. Alhamdulillah, i'm still standing, but it didn't make me feel strong. Instead, i feel horribly fragile ; like one word could shatter me. After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could be more like him, but i'm not. I don't keep my emotions to myself like he does. People can easily read me, and likewise, i can read people, but somehow, i find it hard to read him. I'd give anything to know what's on his mind, to know what he's feeling, to understand him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-5104973019175634165?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5104973019175634165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5104973019175634165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5104973019175634165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5104973019175634165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-strong.html' title='I&apos;m not strong'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3952683230894948842</id><published>2009-05-03T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:33:50.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New month, May</title><content type='html'>April was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not as bad ! Not as bad !&lt;/span&gt; It was true, last month wasn't as bad. This wasn't the end of the world, not again. This was just like one of those roller coaster rides that go up , down, then up again, then way down, not to mention the loopty-loop parts. It was just one hell of a ride, that was all. Not as bad, I agreed, then added &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT BAD ENOUGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions, decisions.... Questions are flying everywhere but the answers are not popping up. I am tired of being torn between difficult decisions!! And who knows what May has in store for me , could there be anymore difficult decisions? Or will i ever find the answers to my questions?&lt;br /&gt;I guess we'll find that out soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3952683230894948842?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3952683230894948842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3952683230894948842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3952683230894948842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3952683230894948842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-month-may.html' title='New month, May'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1766832811767893218</id><published>2009-04-29T00:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:12:16.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Cinta Pertama SUNNY ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA5MzgyMTI1MzEmcHQ9MTI*MDkzODIxOTc2NSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWZkYzhiMjZmYzViNTRmM2U4YWJhYzg1MjE1MmJkYjQz.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA5MzgyMTI1MzEmcHQ9MTI*MDkzODIxOTc2NSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWZkYzhiMjZmYzViNTRmM2U4YWJhYzg1MjE1MmJkYjQz.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf" style="width: 160px; height: 68px;" width="160" height="68"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=21214182&amp;amp;path=2009/04/28&amp;amp;mycolor=F0466F&amp;amp;mycolor2=707453&amp;amp;mycolor3=98BB67&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=4&amp;amp;grad=true&amp;amp;ow=160&amp;amp;oh=68"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny… Sunny…&lt;br /&gt;jantungku berdebar tiap ku ingat padamu&lt;br /&gt;sunny… suny…&lt;br /&gt;mengapa ada yg kurang saat kau tak ada&lt;br /&gt;sunny… sunny…&lt;br /&gt;melihatmu, menyentuhmu, itu yg ku mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;kau tak sempat tanyakan aku&lt;br /&gt;cintakah aku padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiap kali aku berlutut, aku berdoa&lt;br /&gt;suatu saat kau bisa cinta padaku&lt;br /&gt;tiap kali aku memanggil di dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;mana sunny, mana sunny ku, mana sunny ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunny…. sunny…&lt;br /&gt;apa kabarmu, kabarku baik2 saja&lt;br /&gt;sunny… sunny…&lt;br /&gt;begitu banyak cerita, tak habis tentangmu&lt;br /&gt;sunny… sunny…&lt;br /&gt;salamku untukmu dari hati yg terdalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-1766832811767893218?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1766832811767893218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1766832811767893218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1766832811767893218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1766832811767893218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/04/myspace-music-playlist-at-mixpod.html' title='Sunny :)'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2258571021560055329</id><published>2009-04-23T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:07:26.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting there</title><content type='html'>My life’s been a whirlwind of emotions lately. Both good and bad. It's possible that the blazing hot weather is largely at fault, can’t walk anywhere not going nuts. I'm running out of time, I need to get my act up all together, for i am leaving this city soon, to Melaka. I have to spend the majority of my last moment in KL off from home surrounded by good company ; family, close friends, not-so-close friends, boyfriend. I wouldn't want to ask for anything better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the things in my wish list has been granted, which was going to a theme park amid with beloved girlfriends. Despite the extreme case of exhaustion, we had fun, LOADS of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Next stop would be to Tasik Titiwangsa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa bought a new car , yes, it is another Kia car (I don't know why my parents have this some kind of an IN-thing for Kia cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SfGpt2qRf3I/AAAAAAAAALw/QYPbnHWUCiw/s1600-h/kia_sportage_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SfGpt2qRf3I/AAAAAAAAALw/QYPbnHWUCiw/s320/kia_sportage_2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328226439388036978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Kia Sportage! A beauty , ain't she? But , alas, this beauty isn't mine for the taking, (or the driving), guess i'm stuck with the old sportage car. Ah who cares, as long as i have something with wheels and engines, i am definitely up for it. I feel that my driving is still lacking from confidence , but i'm getting there, oh yeah, just gimme a week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2258571021560055329?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2258571021560055329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2258571021560055329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2258571021560055329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2258571021560055329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-getting-there.html' title='I&apos;m getting there'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SfGpt2qRf3I/AAAAAAAAALw/QYPbnHWUCiw/s72-c/kia_sportage_2006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8073505107765816192</id><published>2009-04-19T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:55:11.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted for Matriculation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SeoTPyT_30I/AAAAAAAAALo/FMQxegQFses/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SeoTPyT_30I/AAAAAAAAALo/FMQxegQFses/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326090671243648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)         :/       :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8073505107765816192?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8073505107765816192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8073505107765816192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8073505107765816192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8073505107765816192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Accepted for Matriculation'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SeoTPyT_30I/AAAAAAAAALo/FMQxegQFses/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7966296835765629109</id><published>2009-04-16T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:54:40.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SebmAAfNrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/qtg70aHcEGE/s1600-h/hesjustnotthatintoyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SebmAAfNrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/qtg70aHcEGE/s320/hesjustnotthatintoyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325196497217498690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yesterday, i went to watch this movie with Mom (I don't know why she has been really interested in watching wayang these days) This ain't really like one of those romantic comedies which were all written with one goal in mind   : "And they lived happily ever after". Watching this movie, made me realize one thing -- Love is irrational. The more you love someone, the less sense anything made. And just when you thought that love is complicated enough , oh no, it CAN get more complicated that that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that , the movie should be better. It's surprisingly flat. I mean, contrary to what this movie wants you to believe ;  i don't believe that we're pathetically prone to making the same romantic mistakes over and over again, not all of us atleast. Mom says it was okay lah, probably because her favourite Ben Affleck was in it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7966296835765629109?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7966296835765629109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7966296835765629109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7966296835765629109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7966296835765629109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SebmAAfNrkI/AAAAAAAAALg/qtg70aHcEGE/s72-c/hesjustnotthatintoyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8266742878878291809</id><published>2009-04-09T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:50:53.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially a legal driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the record, i do hate a lot of stuffs. And for some unknown reason, this week, i 've never felt so much hatred in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate having this feeling like i'm losing everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate trying to please everybody, because in the end, they won't ever be satisfied after all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate to know that i can never be freed from this gravity, even if i try, it'll only be a feeble attempt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate that no matter what i said or do, something will always bring me back to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the fact that you can hold me without touch, even keep me without chains.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate having this feeling of wanting everything , and yet, nothing at the same time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;And what i hate the most is the fact that i 'm missing this once in a lifetime chance of seeing David Archuleta perform in ze flash , here , in Malaysia !! DAMN IT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unjust , people. or as we like to say it, Life's a B*tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, In spite of everything, there is actually one reason why this week totally kick's last week's ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FREAKIN PASSED MY JPJ TEST !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the extreme case of nerves, i actually did it. who would've thought eh? Even i'm surprised with myself. And the thing is, i was wearing my 'Little Miss Lucky' T-Shirt. HAHA. I guess it kinda did bring luck to me :P I can finally possess the authorization to drive in the form of a plastic card. Can’t wait to test the open road. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8266742878878291809?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8266742878878291809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8266742878878291809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8266742878878291809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8266742878878291809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/04/officially-legal-driver.html' title='Officially a legal driver'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-763213962740831850</id><published>2009-04-02T20:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:47:49.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy X Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Final Fantasy Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March's GONE. April's HERE. TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even when each tick of the second hand aches. It passes unevenly, but pass it does -- even for me. Losing track of time was the most i asked from life.&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to my current addiction - Final Fantasy X. Oh yeahh, i've got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Final Fantasy Fever... again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SdS4W1DzeZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XZuA7DiWcPg/s1600-h/2981273751_894d069662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SdS4W1DzeZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XZuA7DiWcPg/s320/2981273751_894d069662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320079762171066770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Personally, I think FFX is the best game I've played, with a superior plot, you could connect with the characters and relate, and it ended up tearing your heart out and not giving it back, not in the way of a shitty game but in a way where it reaches out and touches your soul and you almost feel you had lost someone, I was a mess when I first beat this game, I think what defines a great game ending is how it impacts you. Final Fantasy X is totally the best game ever, HANDS DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuna : &lt;/span&gt;Will you stay with me... till the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tidus : &lt;/span&gt;Not till the end .......... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a man who knows how to treat a girl. I'm falling in love with Tidus all over again. Too bad he's just a fictional game character.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh* Life is so unfair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SdTmROocunI/AAAAAAAAALY/ITHuNrwjYpc/s1600-h/3287101326_29eb2573f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SdTmROocunI/AAAAAAAAALY/ITHuNrwjYpc/s320/3287101326_29eb2573f7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320130243491314290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just a make-belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-763213962740831850?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/763213962740831850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=763213962740831850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/763213962740831850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/763213962740831850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-passes.html' title='Final Fantasy X Fever'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SdS4W1DzeZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XZuA7DiWcPg/s72-c/2981273751_894d069662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3226094424427954487</id><published>2009-03-22T23:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:25:30.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUNBURST 2009'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZetYaUW0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_eruLQZe-D0/s1600-h/P3211263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZetYaUW0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_eruLQZe-D0/s320/P3211263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316040543897410370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZfOfb-i1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/VWymLOIzQx8/s1600-h/P3211266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZfOfb-i1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/VWymLOIzQx8/s320/P3211266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041112719100754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with ze cousins, oh and a cousin's boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZfj9dfaLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_In91WgUK5s/s1600-h/P3211293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZfj9dfaLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_In91WgUK5s/s320/P3211293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041481555765426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZf08RDy9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/X5nDiXYifvU/s1600-h/P3211308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZf08RDy9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/X5nDiXYifvU/s320/P3211308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316041773292964818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nidji ROCKED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZgWNKW3vI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zdtzdrrL2P4/s1600-h/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZgWNKW3vI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zdtzdrrL2P4/s320/DSC01416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316042344763940594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ea2f1e90bc60291" 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://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ea2f1e90bc60291%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330364206%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE762992FCF06217D5154829728C9C33A9CB3905.1E7DE86562D7B68D5843A039479F85E3836BACA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ea2f1e90bc60291%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKabud5QQyGHDW-knGiI-GgeEI5Y&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://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ea2f1e90bc60291%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330364206%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DE762992FCF06217D5154829728C9C33A9CB3905.1E7DE86562D7B68D5843A039479F85E3836BACA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ea2f1e90bc60291%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKabud5QQyGHDW-knGiI-GgeEI5Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. E. R. D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZoMjkE1YI/AAAAAAAAALA/vb2SvMwQEM4/s1600-h/P3211309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZoMjkE1YI/AAAAAAAAALA/vb2SvMwQEM4/s320/P3211309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316050975071720834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sumo match with Zackry . HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZofVjbqRI/AAAAAAAAALI/IMuln8Jzol4/s1600-h/P3211314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZofVjbqRI/AAAAAAAAALI/IMuln8Jzol4/s320/P3211314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316051297728440594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i lost pretty badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it? Well, to my surprise, i actually did enjoy myself there.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the dissapointing artist line-up, they really managed to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite of all was Nidji's of course :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my first time of going to Sunburst was fantastical, and most probably won't be my last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3226094424427954487?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ea2f1e90bc60291&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3226094424427954487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3226094424427954487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3226094424427954487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3226094424427954487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunburst-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/ScZetYaUW0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/_eruLQZe-D0/s72-c/P3211263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7444819167317866213</id><published>2009-03-21T01:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:35:58.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt; is the state which i am in right now. I guess i was being ungrateful these past few days. By saying what i did, it's like i'm not acknowledging the people who actually love and care for me. I can't say i'm sorry, that was honestly how i felt at that time. But for what is worth, i'd like to talk about the things which i am happy about right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; I have you guys. You guys - the ones who allowed yourselves be pulled by me when i was so desperately trying to grab a whole of something ; anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; with how my hair is right now , longer &amp;amp; manageable. Now i can start having my vain moments again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; to know i have yet another chance to make things better in the future. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; that Ehsan's being the ol ' Ehsan again. The Ehsan who calls me everyday even if he 's busy with college stuffs and all, saying "Hehe . I Love you laaa. Comel sgt" and really sound like he meant it . Not the 'hot n cold' Ehsan, the one who treats me so nice at one point, and at the next moment, he's acting like a total a**. so yeah, i wish that he'd stay being like this for always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i am also happy that i'll be going to Sunburst with my cousins. But i'm not really into the whole idea of jumping, screaming &amp;amp; shouting along with abundance of pretentious people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Money can't buy you happiness, but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7444819167317866213?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7444819167317866213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7444819167317866213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7444819167317866213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7444819167317866213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy_7606.html' title='Happyy'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4586213955400326811</id><published>2009-03-14T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:58:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When one door closes, two more doors open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbqfID6hA8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3A7j2SHjYek/s1600-h/2263235650_695fafcb2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbqfID6hA8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3A7j2SHjYek/s320/2263235650_695fafcb2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733671275430850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many are idealists, but I’m a realist. Sometimes it is just better to say, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&gt;,” and just walk away. Life is too short to either be constantly quitting or unnecessarily pursuing or finishing something…unless the quest is worth the perseverance. Because i believe that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;when one door closes, two more doors open. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not gonna say that i didn't give out my best shot, cause i did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, i was dissapointed in myself,  like REALLY dissapointed. Do you know what it feels to have the people you love to be dissapointed in you? It makes you feel like you'd do anything just to make it up to them. The question is , "How?", "When?". I just blew out my chance and who knows, maybe i will never get a second chance .  But there really wasn't anything that i can do about it. Maybe i deserve this, or perhaps it is bad karma that has come to get me ; dah tak ada rezeki. Things aren't always as they appear. Sometimes what seems to be the end is really just a new beginning. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. Anyway, I think you've got my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that the most ironic thing is that when i got home,  i ended up watching 'The Pursuit of Happiness' that was showing on HBO. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : yang nak tanya tu, tanya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just because i'm losing, doesn't mean i've lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4586213955400326811?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4586213955400326811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4586213955400326811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4586213955400326811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4586213955400326811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-one-door-closes-two-more-doors.html' title='When one door closes, two more doors open.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbqfID6hA8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3A7j2SHjYek/s72-c/2263235650_695fafcb2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5639067676635075996</id><published>2009-03-11T23:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:17:37.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our last care - free moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ at Dewi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfdbl32tpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PTGpwH_p8KY/s1600-h/P3091194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfdbl32tpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PTGpwH_p8KY/s320/P3091194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311957751599380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfdwvdd-5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TiF3iiOhdYg/s1600-h/P3101196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfdwvdd-5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TiF3iiOhdYg/s320/P3101196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311958114950314898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing : KLCC &amp;amp; Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbfeIPY_vDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rWHcy4ebCbA/s1600-h/P3111210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbfeIPY_vDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rWHcy4ebCbA/s320/P3111210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311958518658481202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say  " Straight A's " :P (they actually said that by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfe55yAT4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/E582_6LC6n0/s1600-h/P3111279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfe55yAT4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/E582_6LC6n0/s320/P3111279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311959371851255682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbfiHDo3I5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hWwFh_wXnBI/s1600-h/P3111241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbfiHDo3I5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hWwFh_wXnBI/s320/P3111241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311962896370443154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing our lungs out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbfjBxAjoFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JtaP-f2g4uE/s1600-h/P3111243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbfjBxAjoFI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JtaP-f2g4uE/s320/P3111243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311963904981835858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee &amp;amp; her boyfriend joined us too ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. Yes, TOMORROW'S THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;the moment we've all been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;All is left for Allah to decide, we can only hope for the best.&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/2645047139733377152-5639067676635075996?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5639067676635075996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5639067676635075996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5639067676635075996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5639067676635075996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/03/before-day.html' title='Before THE DAY'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/Sbfdbl32tpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PTGpwH_p8KY/s72-c/P3091194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5581599428052194548</id><published>2009-03-07T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:08:18.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this week i had my driving lessons for 3 days straight ; Monday, Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday. It was so-so, quite repetitive though. Of course, already getting the hang of it. The engine only went dead for twice or thrice, which was much less than my first time. I still get a little freaked out whenever i'm driving on the big roads ; apparently, i'm not ready for the real test yet. So, my driving instructor figured that i should have another extra lesson. HAHA. Sounds pathetic kan? ;p My excitement of wanting to drive during those days is suddenly becoming to be a fear. I thought to myself that i might as well not bother about getting a license , maybe i'll just get it in another 2 years or so, at least when i am confident enough to drive. Subliminally, I have made an executive decision that I am going to get over my fear of driving. I don't want to end up being like those people who expects everyone else to be their driver just because they're afraid of driving. I ain't gonna let this fear hold me back in life. Once I finally buckled down and forced myself to do it, eventually it became easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday ----------- * Futsal &lt;/span&gt; (finally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after long - lasting months, we had another one of those futsal togetherness. For some reason, it didn't turn out to be like the ol' days . Usually, we're the ones who end up being the loudest in the sports center, but we weren't this time. I was hoping that it would be like the good old times, but i guess some things can't be brought back huh. Nevertheless, it was descent enough. We had fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKdHCcOt2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Vsy2viPDyaA/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKdHCcOt2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Vsy2viPDyaA/s320/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310479654863157090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKfNjuVCJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3HIKu7QaaOI/s1600-h/DSC01328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKfNjuVCJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/3HIKu7QaaOI/s320/DSC01328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310481965899909266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be a bigger family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKgE3suZnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QkoIDiN2Nec/s1600-h/DSC01337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKgE3suZnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QkoIDiN2Nec/s320/DSC01337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310482916154697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foosball at Q - ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, it has been comfirmed ! Doomsday is on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th of March. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh, just the thought of it makes me shudder !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all keep our fingers crossed, and start sembahyang balik bagi sesiapa yang tak bertaubat lagi! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-5581599428052194548?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5581599428052194548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5581599428052194548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5581599428052194548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5581599428052194548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/03/doomsday-is-near.html' title='Doomsday is near'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SbKdHCcOt2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/Vsy2viPDyaA/s72-c/DSC01331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3603625648681040937</id><published>2009-03-01T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:50:16.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>March is here ... ! How time flies so fast when you're having fun , only in my case, it wasn't fun at all. February was a month filled with nothing but drama, for me at least. Anyway, i just had my first driving lesson on last Thursday. I was already all hyped - up.. I was really looking forward for it. When i first got into the Kancil car which i was supposed to drive, my driving instructor was already in the driver's seat. I smiled at him, he tried to smile back as convincingly as he could, but i'm afraid it wasn't convincing enough. Whatever, i ain't gonna let an old man ruin my mood for this. But things didn't go the way as i had hoped for. The engine car went dead a lot of times, i lost count of it. Ugh, i guess driving a manual car was a lot harder than i had expected. Good thing that it was in the evening, only a few people were there ; less humiliating.  "I can do this!",  i lied to myself feebly, the truth is, i wanted the 2 hours to pass by quickly. I totally sucked ! It was only my first lesson and already i've lost the will to drive. HAHA. Well, there's always first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;So my next lesson will be on the next three days straight, which starts tomorrow. Oh, let it be better than the last time please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3603625648681040937?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3603625648681040937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3603625648681040937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3603625648681040937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3603625648681040937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6916201567275223353</id><published>2009-02-23T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:38:18.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever.</title><content type='html'>In life, people say that is it better to have love and lost someone than never to have loved at all -- because how else can we know how important that person is to us? But even if i haven't lost that someone, i already know that he/she is really important to me. Love can be the most wonderful feeling in the world , but alas, it can also be the most painful feeling cause there will always be a loss. Why can't we just love the people we love without ever having to lose them? Well, that is LIFE, ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen. Life can be so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i do agree --- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain is infinitely preferable to emotional nothingness&lt;/span&gt;. I can't deny , there were some times i wished that I rather have never loved at all. I'm not the type who can just simply move on after losing someone. There will always be a hole in my heart. The edges may smooth out a bit with time, but it will always be there. What i'm saying here is that i'm not ready yet, at least , not now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason , my mind have been clouded up with all these the whole week. It' s probably the blistering heat that's getting into me, it  has been excruciatingly hot these days. This has prompted Mom even more to go shopping , of course, i had to be dragged along as well. Today; Pavilion. The next day; Midvalley. The following day ; Pavilion, AGAIN. UGH ! Call me crazy, but i can't wait to start studying again. I feel like my mind is so blank right now, it is hunger for knowledge, &amp;amp; i'm talking about education .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been rumours  going around , saying that SPM results will be out by the end of this month.  Let us all keep our fingers crossed , everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6916201567275223353?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6916201567275223353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6916201567275223353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6916201567275223353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6916201567275223353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-love.html' title='Nothing lasts forever.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-736631692385456749</id><published>2009-02-16T00:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:00:58.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day with the boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To : Sunway Pyramid          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      With : Syahir Azali, Faris Adham, Hanif &amp;amp; Addlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhCzviRLiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qtCgzNQnKQA/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhCzviRLiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qtCgzNQnKQA/s320/DSC01183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303062017929719330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhDPlnuxPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sK3EoF8W3PQ/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhDPlnuxPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/sK3EoF8W3PQ/s320/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303062496304612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the phrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you look me in the eyes &lt;/span&gt;suddenly ran through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhDor7JA9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/NszTdscuUI4/s1600-h/DSC01187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhDor7JA9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/NszTdscuUI4/s320/DSC01187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303062927493366738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanif, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winning with style&lt;/span&gt; xD HAHAHA. gambar mahal beb ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhD-8YClWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J63uALdf0lY/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhD-8YClWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/J63uALdf0lY/s320/DSC01188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303063309866669410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pfft , Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhFaLzOKNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nGMW3PHWfuc/s1600-h/P2151154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhFaLzOKNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nGMW3PHWfuc/s320/P2151154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303064877375301842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came, They skate, They fell xD&lt;br /&gt;except for Hanif, God knows what could happen to the ice rink if he did. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhF2EOk0xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ghgR9mi1VV8/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhF2EOk0xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ghgR9mi1VV8/s320/DSC01189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303065356378886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J Co's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhFt-nOxKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TOjjjhsGzFE/s1600-h/DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhFt-nOxKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TOjjjhsGzFE/s320/DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303065217432732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A girl with 4 boys in a car :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy i had a long day. I' m quite bushed right now , so i'll just leave the pictures&lt;br /&gt;to do the talking. Cause all of these just sums up to just one thing --- I had a great time with the guys . And i've never seen Addlan &amp;amp; Faris being so hyper , crazy &amp;amp; all. I was surprised. well, they are BOYS after all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope to really get to hang around with you guys again soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-736631692385456749?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/736631692385456749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=736631692385456749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/736631692385456749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/736631692385456749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-day-with-boys.html' title='My day with the boys.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZhCzviRLiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qtCgzNQnKQA/s72-c/DSC01183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-607833077802200972</id><published>2009-02-14T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:48:02.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine, Shmalentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZa3mx2jkpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/t6WRDVnxpIs/s1600-h/363252190_ae7de9df01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZa3mx2jkpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/t6WRDVnxpIs/s320/363252190_ae7de9df01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302627488120410770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year agaiiiin -- Valentine's Day ! The day loved by women and loathed by men, who drop their cash on flowers, jewelry, candy, and cards. Perhaps comic Jay Leno expressed the male dilemma about Valentine’s Day best in one of his monologues: “Today is Valentine's Day—or, as men like to call it, Extortion Day!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day is a fun, light-hearted opportunity to lavish love on those around you, but life has shown me that love rarely looks like the front of a Hallmark card. Love is less about flowers and cartoon hearts, and everything about the value of another soul on this planet. I guess that’s a little harder to put on the side of a coffee mug. I will play along this Valentine’s Day, like all the others, and I certainly hope for you to feel cherished on that day. Consider that your own Valentine’s Day – but don’t look for Hallmark to make a card for it anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did i celebrate this Valentine's Day you may ask? Well, I had my dentist appointment in the morning, and no, i haven't gotten my braces off yet, no surprise there. The only thing i was looking forward to today, is the Ugly Betty Marathon on Star World. So yeah, I spent my Vday by watching Ugly Betty for 4 hours straight, and then Titanic ; not with my boyfriend, but with the man i love since i could remember, Papa. I never seem to manage to watch that movie without tearing up a bit. Of course, i am a sucker when it comes to romantic movies , after all.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle and his girlfriend dropped by for a while, Kak Finas gave me a rose, which she got it free from Forever 21 (would that make my day be anymore different?). At night, I ended up eating KFC take-aways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it ! But as sad as it sounds like, i'm not actually so bummed about it. It's not like i expect that i would be celebrating this Valentines anyway, Ehsan's in Kelantan anyway. It's not like February the 14th is the only day we could show our love and appreciation to the significant other, right? OHH wait till he gets back, then everyday would be my valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-607833077802200972?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/607833077802200972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=607833077802200972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/607833077802200972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/607833077802200972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-that-time-of-year-agaiiiin.html' title='Valentine, Shmalentine.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SZa3mx2jkpI/AAAAAAAAAHI/t6WRDVnxpIs/s72-c/363252190_ae7de9df01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-5811365146190171461</id><published>2009-02-07T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:03:34.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing time is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had my driving theory test today, which is located at Danau Kota, and yes ...... you guessed it............. I PASSED ! Are you kidding me? Of course i have to pass this test, especially since i had to wait for 7 BLOODY HOURS ! There's no way I 'm going back to that place, the only place where time stands still. People should sue the person who is in charge there. System dia punya la bangang! UGH&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's over, and February's here. Time to get my priorities straight. I'll be having my 8th Grade piano examination in August, and I can't afford failing this one. Supposedly, i should be sitting for the 8th Grade exam last year, but i obviously wasn't being serious about it . Despite that it was my SPM year, i hadn't the urge in playing the piano ever since i failed my 7th Grade. It's not like i'm giving up or anything, but i don't see why i should be sitting for all these exams, unless if I want to get involve in music career in the future. Well it doesn't seem like i really have a choice here now, do I? After all, i've gone this far, might as well take the shots. Dad has been asking me if i really wanted to do this. "I want to do this", I lied. I suck in lying when i have to see in someone's eyes, but i had been telling this lie so frequently that it sounded almost convincing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was in the MPH store in Great Eastern Mall the other day, in search of any decent books to keep myself preoccupied for the whole week. I suddenly came across with a book which has a familiar cover ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SY8YOxALjhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gaORxNEw_mQ/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SY8YOxALjhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gaORxNEw_mQ/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300481928389692946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, the Twilight book. I took the book, had a moment of hesitation, and brought it to the cashier. I don't know how or why the sudden urge of wanting to read this book. It never even crossed my mind before that i would be reading this book. I can't help that i love reading romantic novels, especially when it involves forbidden loves. Haha. I finished reading the book within 3 days, so yeah, it was okay. I haven't watched the movie yet, and i really want to see if the movie is as good as 'they' say it is , 'they' as in those Twilight fans that is.. Nah, i definitely wouldn't end up being a Twilight fan even if i 'll enjoy the movie, i don't even think that Robert Patinson guy is really THAT HOT.. sorry, Twilight/Robert Patinson fans. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-5811365146190171461?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/5811365146190171461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=5811365146190171461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5811365146190171461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/5811365146190171461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/02/playing-time-is-over.html' title='Playing time is over.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SY8YOxALjhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gaORxNEw_mQ/s72-c/twilight_book_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3805065515133300644</id><published>2009-01-31T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:59:16.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Oh-so-luscious  Matt Dallas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMw4pFZFgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OQtgxeJhnuE/s1600-h/matt_dallas_1173753098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMw4pFZFgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OQtgxeJhnuE/s320/matt_dallas_1173753098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297131336377112066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMwziLWoII/AAAAAAAAAGw/gnDjG0M6B48/s1600-h/matt-dallas-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMwziLWoII/AAAAAAAAAGw/gnDjG0M6B48/s320/matt-dallas-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297131248623722626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMwsL58G8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/oUtiK2Fsplw/s1600-h/Dallas001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMwsL58G8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/oUtiK2Fsplw/s320/Dallas001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297131122386017218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Current addiction : Kyle XY&lt;br /&gt;Hubba hubba ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3805065515133300644?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3805065515133300644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3805065515133300644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3805065515133300644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3805065515133300644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/01/matt-dallas.html' title='Matt Dallas'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SYMw4pFZFgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/OQtgxeJhnuE/s72-c/matt_dallas_1173753098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4566373431444176544</id><published>2009-01-26T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:11:02.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janda Baik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXym3TfCDDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxKqe6WuNc4/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXym3TfCDDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxKqe6WuNc4/s320/DSC00948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295290730934307890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just cut my hair, and it's SHORT, for me at least. I was so eager to get a trim, to just cut off the split ends of my hair, but instead, I ended up getting a total new hairstyle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson learned : Never let a Malay do your hair when you just want to get a trim. &lt;/span&gt;This is exactly why i prefer a Chinese to do my hair . I CLEARLY told the Malay guy "I nak trim, jangan potong banyak tahu", apparently, he did the complete opposite of what i told him to. Ever since then, I have been constantly looking at the mirror every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i looked into the mirror, I couldn't believe the rush of emotions pulsing through me..  I felt a sudden intense, dissapointment. That's how i began to cry, it didn't take much to make me cry ---&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A humiliating tendency. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Yes, my hair has the license to control my self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;, how pitiful isn't it? What's worst is that i was afraid he might not like my new look , ridiculously, I had all these creep into my thoughts in such short period of time . Sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just got back from my camping trip (sort of) at Janda Baik with a few of my friends. We stayed at Dewi's step father's resort. The cooling atmosphere kinda reminded me of Dubai. Definitely an idealistic place for a retreat from the hectic city life of Kuala Lumpur.  Nothing soothes me more than the sound of the rushing river and the cooling water. We didn't lay back and relax much there. We went fishing, played basketball , futsal , Bbq , and of course, mandi sungai. But the best part had to be when we stayed up all night talking, laughing, in our tents. I love Janda Baik, how she indulges people in her breathtaking beauty. It is indeed a place where one can live in  a virtual world created only by the richness of one's own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXy2XcWjVaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/axli2Vxv6vA/s1600-h/P1241066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXy2XcWjVaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/axli2Vxv6vA/s320/P1241066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295307775744890274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXy4oGqemfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PGltbmBDsSc/s1600-h/P1241087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXy4oGqemfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PGltbmBDsSc/s320/P1241087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295310261003917810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXy4XDdC4aI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DNvVfy_9foo/s1600-h/P1241090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXy4XDdC4aI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DNvVfy_9foo/s320/P1241090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295309968084492706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BBQ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year ! Bring on the angpows :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4566373431444176544?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4566373431444176544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4566373431444176544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4566373431444176544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4566373431444176544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-just-cut-my-hair-and-its-short-for.html' title='Janda Baik'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXym3TfCDDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxKqe6WuNc4/s72-c/DSC00948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2137606340599507751</id><published>2009-01-20T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:20:00.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The approval</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought it would be just one of those mother-and-daughter going shopping kind of day again, but it wasn't. I was in the car with Mama heading to Midvalley, when suddenly out of the blue, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sara......... Mama dah tahu dah you 're in a relationship with Ehsan." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she said with a tone that kinda sounds like "I know what you did last summer". Argh, if there's something i never wanted to hear from my mother's mouth, it'd be those words. The only word i could offer after hearing that is "Errrrrrr... " and I'm not sure if that is even a word. HAHA. As expected, she started to ask questions like a police asking questions for a murder suspect. "How old is he?", "Dia belajar mana?", "Dia anak sape?" and more unimagineable questions. The answers i gave her were all blunt. The entire ride was filled with nothing but utter awkwardness, for me atleast. But to my surprise, she was OK with it. She even asked "Nape tak bawak dia datang rumah?". I couldn't believe my ears, i was like "someone, PINCH ME!". I had, however, invited Ehsan to come over to meet my parents for a few times, but unfortunately, he didn't have the guts to. Well, i couldn't blame him. Anyway, Mom was cool about it. Then she began to talk about her younger days when she experienced those kind of teenage love affair. She mentioned some of those boys' names and all, and from what i heard, she was with quite a number of boys. Well, like mother like daughter i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost 2 years of hiding my relationship from my parents' knowing, they finally knew.&lt;br /&gt;A huge relief i must say. No more having to lie whenever i want to go out with him and stuffs. It's not like i never wanted to tell them about this, it's just that i didn't know how to start with. So i thought it'd be better that they find out about it themselves, and i know that day will come eventually, knowing how my mother is good in checking my personal stuffs. She has been constantly checking my facebook profile using my siblings' accounts. She is probably even reading this very post as we speak. Talk about no privacy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met almost all of Ehsan's family members, including his maid, tinggal dia je belum meet my parents . But now with mom's approval about our relationship, maybe i will bring him into my house to meet my parents, mane la tahuuu, dah dapat restu, insyaAllah, in another 8 years or so, we'll be talking about wedding belles pulak . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story, baby , just say YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2137606340599507751?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2137606340599507751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2137606340599507751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2137606340599507751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2137606340599507751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/01/approval.html' title='The approval'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8493134849873965914</id><published>2009-01-17T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T02:12:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood friend, and still a friend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXC-Qekrw6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/MWBx0YkN65E/s1600-h/P1161007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXC-Qekrw6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/MWBx0YkN65E/s320/P1161007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291938752454443938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXC9GcTzOgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EEcEsw6YgwY/s1600-h/P1161005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXC9GcTzOgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EEcEsw6YgwY/s320/P1161005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291937480536439298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday , Dewi Shafikah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was experiencing an excruating nostalgia. Back in our childhood days. We were both about 8 years-old when we first got to know each other. But i only knew her as my neighbour during then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sure, we did have some come-overs to play with dolls and stuff. I remembered she was really obsessed about Westlife . HAHA . She left for boarding school in Form 1 &amp;amp; i never heard of her since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By an amazing twist of fate, in 2007,  she transferred into my school and we happened to be classmates. I was surprised to find out that the 16 year-old Dewi turned out to be, err, shall i say.. wilder and louder? not to mention CRAZIER ! :P&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently, she and I became closer than we ever were back then. And i hope things will remain that way till we grow old, not just as neighbours, but as FRIENDS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8493134849873965914?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8493134849873965914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8493134849873965914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8493134849873965914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8493134849873965914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/01/childhood-friend-and-still-friend.html' title='Childhood friend, and still a friend :)'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SXC-Qekrw6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/MWBx0YkN65E/s72-c/P1161007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7839370196959997155</id><published>2009-01-05T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:05:19.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tagged by Allya, Aini &amp;amp; Tiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules : -&lt;br /&gt;1) This tag is only for girls, no boys!&lt;br /&gt;2) Be honest!&lt;br /&gt;3) It must be true!&lt;br /&gt;4) There must be only one answer, unless there is a 'more than one answer'.&lt;br /&gt;5) Must tag ten peeps!&lt;br /&gt;6) No tagging back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tags : -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shari&lt;br /&gt;* Micha&lt;br /&gt;* Yana&lt;br /&gt;* Mei&lt;br /&gt;* Mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal : -&lt;br /&gt;1) What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : All shades of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Sushi i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What is your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Milo, or is it Chai ? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : -&lt;br /&gt;1) What kind of guy do you prefer? ( More than one answer )&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Someone who doesn't bore me , sweet, romantic, smart, and FUNNY. i want a guy who always cracks me up just like Ehsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How you want your crush to confess to you? ( More than one answer )&lt;br /&gt;Answer : He 'd just tell me face to face. but he should take it slow though, don't rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What do you want your boyfriend to give you during Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Flowers, chocolates, a romantic dinner for two . Surprise me , Ehsan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7839370196959997155?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7839370196959997155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7839370196959997155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7839370196959997155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7839370196959997155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged !'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1031313721684417639</id><published>2009-01-03T00:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:12:37.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The intrigue and adventure in UAE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SV8rurfMFBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPd0D1MwB8A/s1600-h/l_e0bd83db4aea4b699c1abdf292b242b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SV8rurfMFBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPd0D1MwB8A/s320/l_e0bd83db4aea4b699c1abdf292b242b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286992568503768082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i'd have to say that I really enjoyed my holiday in Dubai. It was beyond awesome. A new experience for me to ever step my foot on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arabian_Peninsula" title="Arabian Peninsula"&gt;Arabian Peninsula. &lt;/a&gt;Dubai is definitely a beautiful city,  that explains why Dubai is said to be the most populous city of the United Arab Emirates (UAE).  Over the years, booming oil prices helped turn Dubai into a land of opportunity and playground for the ultra rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 've managed to have some short conversations with some of the Arab people there. You know, everytime i told them that I 'm from Malaysia, the first thing they would talk about is none other than Dr Seri Mahathir Mohamad. They'd go, "Malaysia? ahhh, Mahathir.... I like Mahathir."&lt;br /&gt;See how Dr Mahathir had left a profound impact on Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping malls in Dubai surely cant be compared to the ones in Malaysia which are always congested with Myspace people (yes, i am talking about Pavilion). The shopping malls in Dubai are all freaking huge. Every shopping mall has Forever 21, H&amp;amp;M (we dont have that in Malaysia), Bebe, Virgin, Baby Phat. We've been going to every shopping malls there is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 days straight! &lt;/span&gt;I never thought there would be a day that i would get fed up of going shopping. but yeahh, i did. Let me list down the things that i bought. And i dont give a rat's ass about you people nak kata apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A swatch watch, 2 pairs of shoes, 1 baby phat handbag ,  2 tops, a skirt, a skirt with suspenders (overalls?) a pair of jeans, and shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prices there is no different than the prices in Malaysia, only they have more options of course. I really had the best time shopping in Dubai, but my favourite part of the trip is definitely the part of going to the desert. It was one hell of a bumpy ride. Taking pictures together with your loved ones at the desert while the sun sets, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRICELESS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely it's a gathering i'll always remember. A gathering of the 3 families of Dato' Ibrahim's children, grandchildren, daughter in - laws, which promises a week's worth of good food &amp;amp; good company amidst the surroundings of a new country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said there may be a chance that we might go back to Dubai again this year, so let us all cross our fingers , yeah cousins? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, it is the end for the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I had my freaking SPM, I went for prom for the first time,  I had my first year of anniversary with Ehsan, I finished school, and i cherish the days i had with my family, my friends, schoolmates and Ehsan.. all in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I 've been through a lot of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; excruciating breakdowns&lt;/span&gt; back in 2008, but Alhamdulillah, here i am. It's a new year and i'm still standing, still with Ehsan , and ready with whatever this year has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-1031313721684417639?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1031313721684417639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1031313721684417639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1031313721684417639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1031313721684417639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2009/01/intrigue-and-adventure-in-uae.html' title='The intrigue and adventure in UAE'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SV8rurfMFBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PPd0D1MwB8A/s72-c/l_e0bd83db4aea4b699c1abdf292b242b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4910555234108202680</id><published>2008-12-22T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:42:07.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll think of you.</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm leaving at midnight. Together with the other cousins. I'm very excited, and yet , sad ..&lt;br /&gt;Sad to not be able to see him more often after this. I knoww, that some may say "it's not like you guys won't be seeing each other again", but it's just different. He'd be busy with college stuffs while i'll be sitting home doing nothing and be waiting for his call or msgs miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about US lately. What will become of us after these few months? Will we still be closer or further apart? I'm being taken over by the fear. If i was still in school, it'd be a whole lot different story. School would definitely help me keep myself busy and not think about him too much. But alas, saya bukan lagi budak sekolah, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case you'r reading this Ehsan, which i think you do constantly keep checking my blog updates eventhough you don't wanna admit it, (how strange guys are eh?) , &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I just want you to know that i'll be waiting.. waiting for your call.. waiting for your return home. And if you ever menggatal dekat sana, you know that i'll find out about it sooner or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;You're the only one i ever sincerely fell hard for. I just had to post this, strangely, I don't like telling you this straightly in person or in SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Aku pun ada ego kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t know how were meant to feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on the 29th. Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4910555234108202680?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4910555234108202680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4910555234108202680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4910555234108202680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4910555234108202680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-think-of-you.html' title='I&apos;ll think of you.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8810372007925228283</id><published>2008-12-20T00:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:41:08.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa lagi ?</title><content type='html'>Why must these things suddenly be brought back? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Kepada sesiapa yang nak mengatakan prom tak best, please lah, diam dah lah&lt;br /&gt;Have a heart will you? Kesian kat orang yang bersusah payah organize prom ni like Qayyum , Fifi, Fendy and Syimir. Bukan senang taw nak organize an event like this. Kusut kepala diorang .&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it didn't turn out to be the prom like you people wanted it to be, but nak prom macam mana lagi? Memang semua prom macam tu..&lt;br /&gt;If you have your own ideal kind of prom , apa kata you organize sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be such a wet blanket to try to ruin other people's night because you have your own issues&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see any of you try to make a better prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i gave him the Arsenal jersey i bought for him for his bday . Without a moment of hesitation, dia terus pakai. It was a perfect fit :) We went to NZ and dia, dengan bangganya, pakai lagi jersey tu. haha. Semangat gila. He said he looked like the footballer Fabregas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvXQHQhf5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6tOAMQF21jI/s1600-h/cesc-fabregas-wallpaper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvXQHQhf5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6tOAMQF21jI/s320/cesc-fabregas-wallpaper.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281551659848269714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvXoNyIs6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_wnDv0d1DTA/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvXoNyIs6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_wnDv0d1DTA/s320/DSC00436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281552073916724130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think otherwise sayang :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvcWpTWFKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/amhr-n5u4iQ/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvcWpTWFKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/amhr-n5u4iQ/s320/DSC00433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281557269624263842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gambar tak best :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8810372007925228283?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8810372007925228283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8810372007925228283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8810372007925228283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8810372007925228283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/apa-lagi.html' title='Apa lagi ?'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUvXQHQhf5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6tOAMQF21jI/s72-c/cesc-fabregas-wallpaper.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-229433938816611819</id><published>2008-12-19T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:06:28.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles do happen</title><content type='html'>Miraculously , Papa got a phone call from Pak Cak telling us that our flight for tonight got cancelled to Monday night instead. And i'll be going along with my other cousins. HAHA. We all have packed our stuffs for the whole day since morning, and i didn't even feel a slightest dissapointment at all. I was happyyyy. Happy that i still have time with him. Mom was furious of course, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I know i don't! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE? Miracles do happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-229433938816611819?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/229433938816611819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=229433938816611819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/229433938816611819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/229433938816611819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/miracles-do-happen.html' title='Miracles do happen'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6317199240045929514</id><published>2008-12-19T00:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:14:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready to let him go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUp81FVxhII/AAAAAAAAAE8/AEdAVBy6Xjo/s1600-h/PC180689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUp81FVxhII/AAAAAAAAAE8/AEdAVBy6Xjo/s320/PC180689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281170764453741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUp8rqZ9PmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/epMk91RkCHA/s1600-h/PC180686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUp8rqZ9PmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/epMk91RkCHA/s320/PC180686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281170602604707426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went karaoke - ing with Ehsan , Dewi and Shahrul at Redbox .&lt;br /&gt;The moment we entered the room, Ehsan quickly snatched a microphone and picked an Indonesian song. He only sang either Malay or Indonesian songs, i remarked to him, why not choose English songs instead . "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baru la layan babe, pe barang nyanyi lagu mat salleh&lt;/span&gt; ", and that is his answer. haha.&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn't stop singing, Dewi and I only managed to sing just a couple of songs, itupun he was skipping some scenes of the songs because he wanted to save time . Selfish, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;There was one time, he chose a song by Irwansyah. and he said "korang baik kunci pintu, nanti takut ada makcik ingat aku irwansyah". hadoiihh (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;but 2 hours were just like 2 minutes for him. kesian dia . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be leaving for Dubai at midnight&lt;/span&gt;. I really wanna stay home instead. He'll be leaving for college on the 26th. I wouldn't be back in Malaysia till the 29th. I'm not braced for this kind of situation yet. it's not like i cant do long distance relationships, but i've been in that kind of situation, and its hard . I'm not ready for this, no , not just yet, not when i've just started to have so much fun with him for these past few days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6317199240045929514?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6317199240045929514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6317199240045929514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6317199240045929514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6317199240045929514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-karaoke-ing-with-ehsan-dewi-and.html' title='Not ready to let him go'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUp81FVxhII/AAAAAAAAAE8/AEdAVBy6Xjo/s72-c/PC180689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4249482445673994886</id><published>2008-12-16T03:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:09:29.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night i'll always remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUavUAhw5nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n9ZmiE1VAs0/s1600-h/PC150606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUavUAhw5nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n9ZmiE1VAs0/s320/PC150606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280100371412346482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a huge success . despite that i 've lost my mood &lt;/span&gt;when i first arrived at the hotel due to the row i had with qayyum, the night was a memorable night :)&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a number of people which i didn't expect that. Couldn't really figure out whether the number of outsiders were more than the number of schoolmates. I didn't care, i was just too busy enjoying the night. I didn't really eat much, with my incredibly ketat dress, you can't blame me. For the first few hours, it was quite boring. I was hoping that something interesting would happen soon. That's when it's time for the dancing. Almost everyone , especially the boys, were on the dancefloor. As you might guess, my girls were the first to make a fool out of themselves. the atmosphere wasn't like in a ballroom anymore, it was like being in a club. Yes, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; danced, danced, danced, and danced&lt;/span&gt; even when my heels were killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i'd definitely say it was THE NIGHT OF ALL NIGHTS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To the commitees who have made all of these to be possible, you guys did a great job. :)&lt;br /&gt;Malas nak type lagi. I'm bushed. For more pictures, check out my myspace .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4249482445673994886?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4249482445673994886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4249482445673994886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4249482445673994886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4249482445673994886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-ill-always-remember.html' title='The night i&apos;ll always remember'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SUavUAhw5nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n9ZmiE1VAs0/s72-c/PC150606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4689390481097528967</id><published>2008-12-06T13:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:49:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SToQTqgYZvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fRC6aJtZhIo/s1600-h/terbaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SToQTqgYZvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fRC6aJtZhIo/s320/terbaru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276547843431622386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW Prom Flyers, made by yours truly :D&lt;br /&gt;What really prompted me to do so is because of the old flyers that i really didn't like&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a new one and just give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;to my surprise, they liked it.&lt;br /&gt;But they were annoyed that i didn't to this in the first place&lt;br /&gt;so things wouldn't be so complicated before. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know i had that in me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MARI MARI! Don't miss the night of all nights!&lt;br /&gt;Performances by COUPLE, Dj Fliko, Mercy Mercy &amp;amp; more&lt;br /&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/2645047139733377152-4689390481097528967?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4689390481097528967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4689390481097528967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4689390481097528967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4689390481097528967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/flyers.html' title='Flyers'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SToQTqgYZvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fRC6aJtZhIo/s72-c/terbaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1078394893391600240</id><published>2008-12-04T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:58:44.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/STdxPFnIdYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-eDxUpMlFoY/s1600-h/l_43a93cfe387d4ace87c5611e093ea3df.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/STdxPFnIdYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-eDxUpMlFoY/s320/l_43a93cfe387d4ace87c5611e093ea3df.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275809992506111362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday , Mei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On my last birthday, you made a post about my birthday &amp;amp; wrote some nice things about me. So in return, let me write some nice things about you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.  She is REALLY talented in photography &amp;amp; photoshop&lt;br /&gt;2. Never fails to laugh at my jokes, and boy, sometimes she almost laughed her head off ;p&lt;br /&gt;3. She is a good friend indeed (i'd still say that even if it's not your bday)&lt;br /&gt;4. I like the way she blogs !&lt;br /&gt;5. Whenever i pretended i was mad at her, she really thought i was when i actually wasn't,&lt;br /&gt;and she'll go "RELAX LA MAII" . ahaha hilarious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, Mei. again , Happy Birthday and many happy returns to you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll get to meet again, before SPM results come out that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of love, Mai &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-1078394893391600240?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1078394893391600240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1078394893391600240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1078394893391600240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1078394893391600240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-wish.html' title='Special for you'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/STdxPFnIdYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-eDxUpMlFoY/s72-c/l_43a93cfe387d4ace87c5611e093ea3df.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8642350577664547657</id><published>2008-12-02T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:12:28.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss highschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The problem with us , humans, is that we never like to talk about our own weakness. We like to talk bad about other people because it makes us feel good about ourselves. and it does, doesn't it? There's no doubt about that. What we don't see is that this only brings nothing but hatred , and could just ruin a beautiful friendship just like that. I mean, who are we to talk about other people's flaws when we, ourselves, have our own flaws? Don't you realise that when we point a finger at someone, three other fingers are pointing back at us? I'm not saying that i never talk bad about other people, yes, i do . We do know, but we still keep on continue with this bad habit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can't help it, &lt;/span&gt;and that 's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be like a happy family, like during recess, it was like a happy hour. Laughing over one another's stupid jokes. But look at us now, it used to be a one big group, now it has split into 3 groups. Perasan tak? Now, masing-masing dah start awkward semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the old days. I miss high school already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So anyway, i just got back from Park Royal Hotel to discuss about Prom. One of the manager showed us the ballroom. It was HUGE. Definitely loving it, but the problem is there has to be at least 200 people attending if we want the huge ballroom. If it's any less than 200, we'd have to go for the smaller one. It's not exactly that small , but we prefer the bigger one la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever it is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR PROM ! it'll be OUR night :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2645047139733377152-8642350577664547657?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8642350577664547657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8642350577664547657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8642350577664547657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8642350577664547657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-highschool.html' title='I miss highschool'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2236077102576149833</id><published>2008-11-30T01:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:07:29.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says Love isn't crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm freaking broke right now. Wanna know why? Ok, so maybe one of the reason is because of the last 2days of lepaking, but here's the other reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/STGDQRbpFXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ABP6Zf9FVvs/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/STGDQRbpFXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ABP6Zf9FVvs/s320/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274140954208048498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaa, gigil tak gigil tangan time nak bagi duit kat cashier tu?&lt;br /&gt;Takpe lah. Sayang punya pasal, i'm willing to take my chances on him.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, in case we'll go on our separate ways in the days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I WANT IT BACK! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and i mean it ! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does make you do crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2236077102576149833?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2236077102576149833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2236077102576149833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2236077102576149833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2236077102576149833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-says-love-isnt-crazy.html' title='Who says Love isn&apos;t crazy?'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/STGDQRbpFXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ABP6Zf9FVvs/s72-c/DSC00126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-9205941647335921909</id><published>2008-11-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:07:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budak sekolah no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's officially overrrrrrrrrrrr! :D&lt;br /&gt;All 10 subjects, 23 papers are DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finally, after so many sleepless nights. God, there never was a day that SPM didn't occur to my mind since January 2007.. But now, i can finally rest my head. I'm finally FREE.. well, not literally. I still have curfews you knowww . today's officially my last day of ever wearing a school uniform..unless, i have to go for Form 6 which i highly doubt that's gonna happen. It's too bad that i didn't get the chance to ask for signatures to be signed on my uniform, everyone went vanish all of a sudden. (-_-) The funny thing was when i got back home , Dad called and said "So, seronok eh? Have fun . Jaga baik2 . Jangan balik lambat sangat " . Pfft, as if ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, what did i do on my first day of freedom you may ask? well, i went out of course. who , in their right mind, would want to stay home on this day?&lt;br /&gt;I'll just make it short and simple. I, dewi, lina, liyana, qayyum went to KLCC, pavillion and hung out at NZ till midnight. Sadly, Ehsan is still in Putrajaya. grr.. Surprisingly, my dad didn't mind about me getting home at midnight. Hey, it is my first time of getting home late. I had one of the most best days :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bushed . Anyway, i've made a list about the things i wanna do after SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Take driving license&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish reading the last Harry Potter book&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang out a lot!&lt;br /&gt;4. Go for Futsal whenever i get the chance to&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish Final Fantasy X (without the cheat code) ;p&lt;br /&gt;6. Spend more time with Ehsan before he leaves for college&lt;br /&gt;7. Perform on Prom night&lt;br /&gt;8. Perform a piano piece for Ms Yap's Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;9. Spend more time on the piano for my Grade 8 exam&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn to cook&lt;br /&gt;11. Get myself a new hairdo&lt;br /&gt;12. Do everyday jogging&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the list just keeps on going.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/2645047139733377152-9205941647335921909?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/9205941647335921909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=9205941647335921909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/9205941647335921909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/9205941647335921909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/budak-sekolah-no-more.html' title='Budak sekolah no more'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-705652077129357481</id><published>2008-11-22T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:48:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s your birthday,&lt;br /&gt;but I’m the lucky girl,&lt;br /&gt;who got to be with you for another year.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your birthday, and the older you get,&lt;br /&gt;the more wonderful you become.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s your birthday,&lt;br /&gt;and I’m privileged to share the years with you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your birthday, and each year&lt;br /&gt;I find the depth of my love for you growing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s your birthday, and I look forward with joy&lt;br /&gt;to each day we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your birthday, and I wonder how I got along&lt;br /&gt;for all the birthdays I didn’t know you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s your birthday, and it’s amazing&lt;br /&gt;how easy and enjoyable it is to be with you each day.&lt;br /&gt;It’s your birthday, and no matter what fate has in store for us,&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be a pleasure to spend life with you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It’s your birthday, but I got the gift--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're in my life for another year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ehsan&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-705652077129357481?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/705652077129357481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=705652077129357481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/705652077129357481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/705652077129357481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-gift.html' title='I got the gift'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4923183549092032356</id><published>2008-11-19T13:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:53:26.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until that day comes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SSOoAHTy0tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s0Z7g1GXgJI/s1600-h/Sony+Ericsson+K850i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SSOoAHTy0tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s0Z7g1GXgJI/s320/Sony+Ericsson+K850i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270240708869149394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Papa bought me a new phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's the Sony Ericsson K850i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the only reason that i'm attracted to this phone is the 5.0 megapixel.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i was down with 2 difficult decisions, whether to decide this cyber-shot phone or the walkman phone, W595. There's no doubt that the walkman phone is definitely more stylish than the cyber-shot phone.. but the only flaw is that it has only 3.2 megapixel. why pick 3.2 when i can have the 5 megapixel right? and since i'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camwhore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;myself. But i did hesitate though. Whatever, no regrets. Now all i need is my old number :) THank you, Papa&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Once SPM is over, there'll be no more phone kena tarik by Mama. Gahh since form 2 Mom has been torturing me by taking my phone during the weekdays because she thought i'd be too busy Sms-ing and wouldn't concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4 more subjects to go, just 11 papers away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's pretty a lot of papers for just 4 subjects ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4923183549092032356?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4923183549092032356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4923183549092032356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4923183549092032356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4923183549092032356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/until-that-day-comes.html' title='Until that day comes.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SSOoAHTy0tI/AAAAAAAAAD0/s0Z7g1GXgJI/s72-c/Sony+Ericsson+K850i.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6082782753297101087</id><published>2008-11-12T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:32:03.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm down with a bad fever!&lt;br /&gt;can you believe my luck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank god Sejarah is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 down, 7 more to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&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/2645047139733377152-6082782753297101087?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6082782753297101087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6082782753297101087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6082782753297101087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6082782753297101087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-my-luck.html' title='just my luck'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7697853447755852080</id><published>2008-11-09T17:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:51:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready? Set? Don't go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dr. Noriah AGAIN decided to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;one final touch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for my teeth. She's really particular of trying to make my teeth look perfect, especially the buck teeth part. But mom and dad weren't convinced. This is like the 2nd time tak jadi nak bukak.. oh well. This time, i chose all the colours which were available :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRcRI5oNtEI/AAAAAAAAADs/4T6ehjB0ZOY/s1600-h/blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRcRI5oNtEI/AAAAAAAAADs/4T6ehjB0ZOY/s320/blah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266697133839201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom won 2 gold class tickets to the new James Bond movie ' Quantum of Solace '. She participated in some kind of a contest at Pavillion. She really never thought that she'd win. Well, after how much she spent in that mall, its no wonder . Mom brought me with her.. Dad didn't agree at first, that's when i did the 'big bulgy puppy eyes' trick. heh works everytime ;p&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at pavillion, we quickly registered. As soon as we did, the photographer took a bundles of pictures of us. I was quick enough to make a last minute pose . It was kinda awkward though, most of the people were staring. We also had a free dinner for two, a cafe near the GSC .&lt;br /&gt;Our movie started at 9.45pm. It was okay lahh. I still think that Daniel Craig isn't as hot as the older Bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't really explain what i'm feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm ready , but i'm actually not&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm really scared, but come to think of it, i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7697853447755852080?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7697853447755852080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7697853447755852080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7697853447755852080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7697853447755852080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/ready-set-dont-go.html' title='Ready? Set? Don&apos;t go'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRcRI5oNtEI/AAAAAAAAADs/4T6ehjB0ZOY/s72-c/blah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-92944243555592218</id><published>2008-11-07T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:17:48.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't be the last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuesday : Jamuan class was held, a compulsory for every class from form 1 until form 5. Especially form 5s. Our class teacher, Pn Ratna, was probably the only one who was looking forward to it. She said "this year kita kena buat jadi happening". Happening sebenarnyaaa. She turned out to be a real bossy pants. Telling her pupils including ME to rush to the toilet and rinse the cups for the other teachers because we were running out of cups. And on top of that, she asked us to sing the school song for the last time . I noticed some of the 5 Binas were missing, there's no wonder to that. ahah. But over all, maybe i'd just hav to say it was the best. I ate 2 KFC chickens, a plate of Dewi's spaghetti, Naqib's lasagna, Fendy's spaghetti,&lt;br /&gt;a slice of blueberry pie and a piece of banana cake. I'm a skinny girl with a big appetite you see. haha. I have to admit, Naqib's lasagna was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;deliciously delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was also some ice throwing going on among the form 5s. Almost everyone was busy putting ice into one another's uniform. It was hysterical! Jeremy was all soaked and wet. Not that its the first time i've seen him like that since he was always sweating. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRPY7vJZQFI/AAAAAAAAADU/VuVnJICEfeQ/s1600-h/PB040409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRPY7vJZQFI/AAAAAAAAADU/VuVnJICEfeQ/s320/PB040409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265790910105993298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i saw his nipples that day. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRPZH7uSnmI/AAAAAAAAADc/jZbiIpqe9og/s1600-h/PB040403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRPZH7uSnmI/AAAAAAAAADc/jZbiIpqe9og/s320/PB040403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265791119640403554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Nazalan. My favourite teacher.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure gonna miss his teases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday : Majlis Restu . In other words, last day of our school days. The day when the muslims did solat hajat. The day , the form 5s, muslims and non-muslims apologise for all their wrong doings to each other and the teachers. Most of the girls, as expected, were in tears. I only teared up just a tiny bit and it's only because i saw the others cried. haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, here we are. Here's our last chance. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now or never&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;Our last battle for our teachers, parents, and future.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get this f*cking exam over with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-92944243555592218?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/92944243555592218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=92944243555592218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/92944243555592218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/92944243555592218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-wont-be-last.html' title='It won&apos;t be the last'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SRPY7vJZQFI/AAAAAAAAADU/VuVnJICEfeQ/s72-c/PB040409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7768592117397659073</id><published>2008-11-02T00:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:52:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillars yesterday, butterflies today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyCUwA-n9I/AAAAAAAAADE/WUl4DtPCDps/s1600-h/l_9575054dbf5e40f3aa195f7276d69dc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyCUwA-n9I/AAAAAAAAADE/WUl4DtPCDps/s320/l_9575054dbf5e40f3aa195f7276d69dc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263725357487267794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyB9bCSaKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gnSqGzphsk8/s1600-h/convo+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyB9bCSaKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gnSqGzphsk8/s320/convo+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724956718622882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyBvp4SBsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_VbLWBYqcxw/s1600-h/l_276e793ea019435a88529e800f606e0e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyBvp4SBsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_VbLWBYqcxw/s320/l_276e793ea019435a88529e800f606e0e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263724720185018050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;We’re graduating, and we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Our lives will be different and new;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;  We’re going out into the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Our goals and dreams to pursue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But one thing will never, ever change,&lt;br /&gt;As we go our separate ways;&lt;br /&gt;The friends we’ve made in school will be&lt;br /&gt;Our friends for the rest of our days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The special ties and attachments we’ve made,&lt;br /&gt;These bonds will never be broken;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll continue to feel the closeness,&lt;br /&gt;Though words may not be spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So it’s not "goodbye," but rather "farewell;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I’ll see you again, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Your friendship means a lot to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And it will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't have imagined this day to be any more perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;1st Nov 2008 is definitely the most memorable day of my life&lt;br /&gt;It was a total CAMWHORING session for the whole Seksyen 5 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7768592117397659073?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7768592117397659073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7768592117397659073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7768592117397659073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7768592117397659073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/11/caterpillars-yesterday-butterflies.html' title='Caterpillars yesterday, butterflies today'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SQyCUwA-n9I/AAAAAAAAADE/WUl4DtPCDps/s72-c/l_9575054dbf5e40f3aa195f7276d69dc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4293886631911805485</id><published>2008-10-28T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:08:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of the cacoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take my hand, take a breath&lt;br /&gt;Pull me close and take one step&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes locked on mine,&lt;br /&gt;And let the music be your guide.&lt;br /&gt;now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;to keep dancing wherever we go next&lt;br /&gt;It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you&lt;br /&gt;It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do&lt;br /&gt;And with every step together, we just keep on getting better&lt;br /&gt;So can I have this dance (can I have this dance)&lt;br /&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;br /&gt;even a thousand miles, can't keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;cause my heart is wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;Oh no mountains too high enough, oceans too wide&lt;br /&gt;'Cause together or not, our dance won't stop&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, let it pour&lt;br /&gt;What we have is worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe, that we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can i have this dance - High school musical 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you must know, i think that this is the only song i find myself drawn to from that movie.&lt;br /&gt;as expected, the movie had too much of singing, and i only watched a partial of the movie. yelaaa i know dah nama pun 'high school musical' but still...nothing beats the first movie though. This 3rd movie kinda fits my life now. End of school year , prom and all those stuffs, and maybe the part of having a boyf who plays the lead in basketball, only, mine is a footballer. :P but he isn't as hot as Zac Efron. ahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, can't believe i'm having my Majlis Tamat Sekolah this Saturday. For years i've been seeing my past seniors wearing those robes, and now it has finally reached my turn to wear those old , puffy-looking robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a123.g.akamai.net/f/123/12465/1d/www.nationalpost.com/arts/903695.bin" height="300" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish to dance with you like this someday ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4293886631911805485?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4293886631911805485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4293886631911805485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4293886631911805485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4293886631911805485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/coming-out-of-cacoon.html' title='Coming out of the cacoon'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2660678880458051652</id><published>2008-10-26T23:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:22:32.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older, but none the wiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprisingly, i cried today. yes, i cried on my birthday. the day which technically should be the day when all worries are put aside and filled with happiness just on that one particular day. I have been crying a lot these recent times, i know  :/ The only explanation i can offer is that i was dissapointed. Dissapointed that it didn't turn out to be the close-to-perfect day as i had hoped for. and from that, i learned. I learned that in life, you can't be too excited or get your hopes high about something, because, when that something turns out wrong, even by the slightest flaw, you'll end up being profoundly emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i think about my day in a more optimistic way, it was okay lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Family, Mama &amp;amp; Papa,&lt;/span&gt; thank you for trying to make this be my special day, eventhough it was only a partial success. They've been giving me bday wishes countless times today. and no more too many birthday kisses next year please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Friends.. &lt;/span&gt;for the wonderful wishes. Mei, thank you for your post about me , for my bday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And last but not least, Ehsan&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for coming all the way to pavillion to celebrate this with me, eventhough we've only spent about 2hours together. I really didn't expect that you'd give me a present on this very day, but i tahu u beli last minute ;p He bought me a Guess purse btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The funny part is when he said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Kalau kitorg break, i NAK balik purse tu!&lt;/span&gt;" haha but i know you dont mean that sayang ;p You had always have a funny way of brighting up my day. I dunno what my day would've been without you&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but that's over now. back to SPM madness! ahhhhhhhhh SCREW SPM!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2660678880458051652?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2660678880458051652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2660678880458051652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2660678880458051652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2660678880458051652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-year-older-but-none-wiser.html' title='Another year older, but none the wiser'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6312205917058290264</id><published>2008-10-26T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:13:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Yeah finally 17 babyyyyyyyyyy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some of the messages i received at exactly midnight sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dewi : b*tch, happy bdayy. u fucking annoy me sometimes, but heck, u'r my bitch n ilysdfm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            NOT DAT I'M A LESBO, but as a cute fren of urs. hahah. hav a great bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liyana : Heyy b*tch! happy sweet 17 saayang! gluck in ur spm n u know i will always&lt;br /&gt;             stick wit u and hope ur b**bs will start to grow after this. ahaha frens 4eva! mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah : Happy bday olive oil! ahahahahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ipin : Mai!!!! happy birthday! wah2 dah besar da dye. may allah bless u! take care! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fawwaz : Happy birthday mysara. i sanggup xtdo taw. nak wish u punye pasal. ahah. happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 sweet 17 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah, memang some of the wishes i get, like for instance, from dewi and liyana.. memang macam sial sikit, and yet .. so sweet! ahah. Ehsan called me 11 minutes later.  He used to be the first to call and wish me during my lastyear's bday. pfftt.... Papa and Mama gave me kisses. Papa wanted to buy me a new phone, but i haven't decided which phone i want. Sony Ericsson again i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I will be going out with Ehsan and some of his friends to pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...I'm already feeling all jumpy and jubilant now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6312205917058290264?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6312205917058290264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6312205917058290264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6312205917058290264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6312205917058290264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-kills-me.html' title='birthday wishes'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-4497681290065979207</id><published>2008-10-19T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:24:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a green-eyed jealousy monster. ahh yes , not exactly as i would call it as an admirable trait which i inherited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tend to get easily jealous over little silly things , although i'm quite capable of not showing it. but none of this has ever lead to any serious or deadly things .. not as long as i'm below my limits that is.  i only did some serious stalking though :D HAHA  see what i'm saying ?&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from my VI friend today. He told me that last night some of the guys asked about me. flattered, and also bangga ar jugak en ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more week till i reach my sweet 17th birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and this is the part when u guys quickly grap ur phones and mark it in your calender xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-4497681290065979207?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/4497681290065979207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=4497681290065979207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4497681290065979207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/4497681290065979207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/jealousy-kills.html' title='Jealousy kills.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6773238819103499078</id><published>2008-10-19T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:23:52.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you realise Maisara?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, i went to 2 different open houses. first, syahir's, a close friend of mine. second, was a guy in VI school whom i barely even knowww. well atleast he's good-looking. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;okay i was getting ready to go to syahir's , then got an unexpected visit from hanif , ganageas &amp;amp; naqib. tiba2 i got a phone call from hanif telling me to keluar rumah. apparently, they have been in front of my house gate for about 5-10 minutes. tak boleh last minute lagi kan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;suka la diorang when my parents gave them duit raya. its worth the wait kan boys? haha&lt;br /&gt;so went to syahir's with the guys. ate , laughed, cam-whored.. yeah typical stuffs that we always do. oh did i mention? Syahir has got a freaking adorable cat! GRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the other open house at 8pm. i was with fila, amy and raimi.yeah..SPM is just approximately 3 weeks away, and still boleh keluar malam. (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;So listen, the moment we arrived in front of Ridan's house (the VI guy), there wasn't a single female in sight. All the guys were already oustide. Talk about all eyes on us eh girls? Awkward much??&lt;br /&gt;The Radin guy was such a sweetheart. Eventhough we barely even had a decend conversation with him, he treated us as if we were like his own friends. Fila asked "mana kawan perempuan you yang lain?" , he replied "i mana ada ramai kawan perempuan. Kira korang je la kawan perempuan i" while smiling from ear to ear ;)  I noticed there were over-abundance of trophies and medals inside his house. FIla said that he's practically an expert in bowling. Well, the only thing i'd have to say is that whoever gets the chance to be his gf, must've been a lucky b*tch. haha. So i've made some new VI friends tonight. boy, i've never seen so many good-looking guys in just one place. :D gatal aku neyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, let this be the last time i'll be doing this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6773238819103499078?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6773238819103499078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6773238819103499078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6773238819103499078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6773238819103499078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-will-you-realise-maisara.html' title='When will you realise Maisara?'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1288031882173078015</id><published>2008-10-17T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:30:18.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at 10, and i went online after i had my breakfast and shower. just as i thought, myspace mestiiii be flooded with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;form 3's bulletin posts. macam2 la bulletin diorang..&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeahhh dah merdeka..!"&lt;br /&gt;"woahh party at my house tonite!!"&lt;br /&gt;"PMR has over! let have some fun babe :D" &lt;/span&gt;(english broken. agaknya how'd u do on ur english paper yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeahh i know what it feels like to finally put all your worries behind and be free. but seriously.. belum habis SPM lagiii. not to mention, you guys who go to Seksyen 5 school still have to bare with dear Pn. Sa'amah for another 2 years. haha.&lt;br /&gt;wait till SPM is over.. that's when the real chaos begins. i should know, coz i'd most probably be the first to make a fool out of myself once i get out of the examination hall when the last paper is finished. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing on my to-do list once SPM is finished is to do some spraying on the wall saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sa'amah SUCKS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't exactly call is as vendalisme, but technically, a protest  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2645047139733377152-1288031882173078015?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1288031882173078015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1288031882173078015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1288031882173078015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1288031882173078015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-you-wait.html' title='Just you wait'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7202448687242343361</id><published>2008-10-15T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:45:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless romantic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up feeling a sharp pain on my upper lips . ahh yes, another ulcer. what are the odds eh? (not like i'm not used to it)&lt;br /&gt;abundance of mosquito bites all over my arms started to test my patience. i take it as a sign to show that i was gonna have another bad day. I wondered why i even got out of bed at all..&lt;br /&gt;That 's it. there goes my mood for the rest of my day&lt;br /&gt;What saddens me more is my trial results. Left me feeling more unsatisfied.. Serves me right for being overly confident and not taking it seriously. Karma 's  is such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like i was a complete and utter failure. like i'm just bound to fail in this life.&lt;br /&gt;They all imply that i might not last the day.&lt;br /&gt;So i got home with  frustration, swallowing me whole again. Grabbed my sister's iPod, listened to some songs that might help make this feeling go away. But no, it didn't. it still lingers inside me.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i knew, tears come streaming down my cheeks. i tried to hold them back, but didn't work.. And so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes passed, and that's when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, an unknown number is calling. I hesitated and answered with uncertainty...a very familiar voice replied my "hello".&lt;br /&gt;I know that voice.. that sweet voice is heavenly devine. Felt like everything around me suddenly becomes clear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And even if my house falls down, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wouldn't have a clue. because you're with me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;with just a smile from your inviting lips, brushes all my blues away.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I wanna thank you for that. For being the best part of my day, Ehsan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe falling in love isn't such a bad thing after all. sure there'll be bumps and bruises not to mention painful heartaches along the way.. but you'd be surprise just how little things are capable of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but i can't help it. I'm an elite idealist of love. A hopeless romantic :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7202448687242343361?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7202448687242343361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7202448687242343361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7202448687242343361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7202448687242343361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/hopeless-romantic.html' title='Hopeless romantic.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7990031493854939510</id><published>2008-10-11T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:03:19.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Supposedly, today would be the day i'll be taking off my braces. Papa has been eagerly waiting for this day to come. He kept on saying "yeayy yeayy.. Ara nak bukak braces!" in a sort of childish and annoying way. You'd be surprised just how chlidish my dad could be (-_-) When we were just about to leave the house to go to the dentist, Papa rushed upstairs just to get the camera and take 'last' pictures of me wearing the braces. Embarassing much?&lt;br /&gt;But when i finally got there, the dentist decided to let me wear the braces for another month. She thinks that my front teeth still needs to be slightly adjusted. Final touch la ni. You should've seen the look on my dad's face when he heard that. haha. i was a bit dissapointed yet happy that i still have time to take more pictures of my grills. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I find that wearing braces is fun. Especially getting to choose different colours for the rubbers. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7990031493854939510?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7990031493854939510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7990031493854939510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7990031493854939510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7990031493854939510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-month.html' title='Another month.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7905795448658701533</id><published>2008-10-09T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:12:32.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;October is here! Which could only means that i'm turning 17 this month. it's on the 26th to be exact. or should i literally say  that i CAN wait because SPM would be just around the corner? Looking back, i don't feel like i wanna leave this school yet. A part of me still wants to be stuck in this horrid place for another year. Ironic isn't it? It's like my life is meant to be in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If only life could be a bit less complicated.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh and goodluck to you kiddos who are having PMR nextweek. Senang je PMR ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7905795448658701533?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7905795448658701533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7905795448658701533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7905795448658701533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7905795448658701533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-is-near.html' title='The End is near'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3758953865599622088</id><published>2008-09-28T18:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:16:25.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all muslims and also non-muslims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry if i ever offended you guys in any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sigh, can't believe it's raya already. Seems like as if the first day of puasa was just yesterday, and now its the first day of raya. How time goes by so quickly. So, my day started off just fine. Woke up at 9 and helped mom in the kitchen with her rendang. Papa and muqriz went to buy some lemang. What i like the most about Raya is the smell of the air in the morning when everybody else in the neighbourhood is busy cooking rendang, lemang, and all those sorts of raya food. At noon, we headed to my Grandpa's house at Damansara. . You know, the other best part of Raya (apart from getting duit raya) is the great feasting! yeahhhh..finally, after a month of starvation ! well , almost a month for me ;p&lt;br /&gt;At about 4, we went to the cemetary to visit both of my grandmothers' graves. For some reason, i don't like going to cemetaries. I know its not a nice to thing to say like that but I just find it to be rather sinister. What happened was, i was at the age of 12 when i accidentally stepped on a grave which i personally dont tink it was my fault because there wasn't any tombstones or rocks around it. And right after that, i had demam panas for 4 days. That haunting experience left a profound effect on me since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went straight to my cousins' house. &amp;amp; yeah, we camwhored a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;So, thats it for my first day of raya. tomorrow, i'm heading to johor to see my great-grandmother and some other relatives to which i dont remember all of their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder how your day has been over there....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3758953865599622088?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3758953865599622088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3758953865599622088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3758953865599622088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3758953865599622088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-aidilfitri-to-all.html' title='Raya'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2596647486949080631</id><published>2008-09-25T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:00:34.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell of a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy, i had one hell of a night. So, supposedly i'd go for sembahyang terawih at school tonight ,it was my intention to do so , yes. Unfortunately, right after breaking fast there, i heard a voice saying "WEI, jom aa gi NZ". Somehow, i had a hinch that i was gonna be dragged along. I was like "weii... takkan la skang? nak gerak skang ke?", but the only reply i get was "cepat la diorang dah pegi dah". I hesitated for a minute or so, but obviously they wouldn't take 'NO' for an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hanif insisted Liyana and I to go there by his car.. only to find out, he was going to race with Addlan's car. I was wearing my seat belt throughout the entire ride. Not to mention, screaming my lungs out. Hanif tu memang tak boleh drive laju lagiiiii... bawak anak org lak tu, ANAK POLIS . I was talking about liyana of course ;p Oh ya, jumpa Ehsan too. FINALLY, after almost a month tak jumpa. It's been the longest since he came back from PLKN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we arrived, first thing i saw was smoke coming out of Dewi's mouth. Yeah dah agak dah. mesti shisha. Liyana was eager to try some. And boy, suddenly the 3 of em went ballistic! We were all laughing like a pack of hyenas. Gelak tak ingat dunia. After an hour, we went for a ride around wangsa maju in Hanif's car. OMG, i found myself surrounded by a bunch of lunatics. Dewi and Lina was shouting "ACHA KAPPAAAAAAA" (whatever that is) whenever they set their eyes on a passer-by. So kids, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jangan lah shisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It does things to ya. Especially if you'r already a blundering wacko. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for a very long time, i've never had such crazy night. for once, SPM wasn't in my mind. hell yeah. feels good to let it all out. Too bad i didn't bring my camera though.&lt;br /&gt;Bila la aku nak taubat ni ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2596647486949080631?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2596647486949080631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2596647486949080631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2596647486949080631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2596647486949080631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-of-night.html' title='Hell of a night'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-8290620327447435768</id><published>2008-09-20T23:39:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:15:43.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2874706815_93bc80dc13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27971734@N02/2872953956/"&gt;Picture 032&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chmurka/2050199073/in/photostream/"&gt;"What? Sushi? What is it?"&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27971734@N02/2872953944/in/photostream/"&gt;genting 030&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oliveonline/2037450318/"&gt;purple bangle&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/davidarchuletafan/2397303763/"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39438062@N00/163516369/"&gt;Liquid Happiness&lt;/a&gt;, 7. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/louro/1224999429/"&gt;Paris, l'amour...&lt;/a&gt;, 8. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/littlemissgiggles/2133131772/"&gt;Valrhona cocoa brownies&lt;/a&gt;, 9. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amyroseking/2762755415/"&gt;First Visit with the Dentist&lt;/a&gt;, 10. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ilinas/2268844460/"&gt;Who needs DRUGS when there's MUSIC&lt;/a&gt;, 11. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mylessmith/510730640/"&gt;Baa, Baa Black Sheep&lt;/a&gt;, 12. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ikaabdullah/2688174762/"&gt;Aleysha Maisara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Answer each of the questions below. Surf over to Flickr and type your answers into the search bar. From the choice of pictures shown only on the front page, click on the one that moves you. Once the page with your picture opens, copy the URL. Surf over to the Mosaic Maker, set up your mosaic, and paste your URLs. Click Create. Voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maisara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have always love food.  In fact, i LIVE to eat. I like to try different varieties of food every week. So, it's not really easy for me to pick a  favourite. But since it's been weeks since i've had sushi. I'm definitely craving for sushi right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What high school did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SMK Seksyen 5 Wangsa Maju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All shades of purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-almost-perfect&lt;/span&gt; David Archuleta :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Refreshing Mocha Frap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go on your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Paris, combination of fashion, food and romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't recall of having any favourite dessert, but i'll just go with Brownies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ugh, here we go again. I'll just make it short and simple. It's either an engineer or an orthodontist. but I think I'm more to Dental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most in life?&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;, yes. Cause everything in my world revolves around music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one word that describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Different. Sometimes, i feel like i'm the black sheep in the family.  but that's how i like it to be. different from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Flickr name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maisara Mustaffa. but i only have a flicker just because it's easier for me to show the pictures to my friends in flicker than in MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-8290620327447435768?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/8290620327447435768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=8290620327447435768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8290620327447435768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/8290620327447435768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/mosaic.html' title='Mosaic'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/2874706815_93bc80dc13_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-3685253495877588662</id><published>2008-09-18T13:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:47:28.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6 subjects down, 4 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; so far, trials was ok EXCEPT for my addmaths paper. I was having a real hard time on paper 2. whatever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREW ADDMATHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So lastweek, mom received an invitation to BEBE's Fashion Show at Pavillion for thier new season collection. Since, i haven't been to a fashion show before , mom wanted to bring me and my sister along.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bebe has been a long standing brand that many have always admired - both for its whimsical style and for its price. and yeah, memang expensive. Personally, something about bebe's style is different from the other brands. The "bebe look" carries a signature hint of style, whimsy and sensuality.. the styles that i often find myself drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the photos i've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/1741/p9120087wi8.jpg" height="300" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the runway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img502.imageshack.us/img502/580/p9120088xp6.jpg" height="300" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the models&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/1568/p9120093il3.jpg" height="300" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laki ke perempuan wei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/4719/p9120094lp3.jpg" height="300" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like her the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay , so i didnt take much photos. too busy watching the fashion show. haha. i dont have to elaborate more about the fashion show. enough is said by the photos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-3685253495877588662?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/3685253495877588662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=3685253495877588662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3685253495877588662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/3685253495877588662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-subjects-down-4-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2656267601382100436</id><published>2008-09-14T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:10:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay, first of all, how am i supposed to finish the school leavers in time when you guys wont even lend a hand??? damn, sume nk harapkan i dgn liyana je. like hello, i've got my own problems to deal with lah, at least tolong la skit, bagi idea pun jadi la. but yang ni, make things go the other way round. i even spared half of my study time on this. sheesshhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2656267601382100436?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2656267601382100436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2656267601382100436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2656267601382100436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2656267601382100436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuck-ups.html' title='stuck ups'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6395852490650082922</id><published>2008-09-06T22:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:36:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifices will pay off later on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;I might be writing this out of depression, the kind of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" name="KonaFilter" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;depression that drops you into a never ending black hole. You want to get help, but you can't. when you do, you wish you didn't. It has taken over me, it consumes me. My parents have high expectations towards me on my studies.  I can't afford to disappoint them this time. And so, this feeling eventually leads to stress. NOW, i have never been so stressed . Trials is just around the corner, and not to mention,i've been working my ass off on my class' School Leavers. I sometimes get so caught up in issues and i tend to do more than i can. Then, i remembered reading an inspirational poem a few days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An inspirational poem to bring stress relief by reminding us because of what we don't have, because of our mistakes, and because of difficult times, we do have a lot to be thankful for. It made me realize that because of my limitations, they give me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;opportunities for improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So from this day onwards, I'll find a way to be thankful for the difficult times and the troubles i've been through, and maybe they can become my blessings.  Who knows, maybe those sacrifices will pay off later on. It's just a matter of time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6395852490650082922?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6395852490650082922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6395852490650082922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6395852490650082922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6395852490650082922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/sacrifices-will-pay-off-later-on.html' title='Sacrifices will pay off later on'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-7120941679150045478</id><published>2008-08-31T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:34:54.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for Merdeka</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Malaysia's 51st merdeka day. I noticed that this year's celebration wasn't as big or as grandly compared to last year's. so you wanna know what i did today?&lt;br /&gt;i freaking studied! oh yes, so much for 'Merdeka' eh? So technically, freedom doesn't really mean 'free'. I'm still SPM's prisoner. In my case, the real Merdeka starts on the day SPM ends. yeah that'll be the day.&lt;br /&gt;so as you know, tomorrow's the first day of fasting month. &amp;amp; i'm determined not to leave out any..&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all before i start to type crap stuffs again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final countdown : 70 days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-7120941679150045478?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/7120941679150045478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=7120941679150045478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7120941679150045478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/7120941679150045478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-much-for-merdeka.html' title='so much for Merdeka'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-301204091283608593</id><published>2008-08-30T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:27:13.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another year, another merdeka celebration at school..only this time, it's my LAST merdeka celebration. wow, cant believe my 11years of celebrating merdeka at school has finally come to an end. i figured , since it's my last, i should really make the best of it.. ramai gila f5 didnt show up today, i'm not surprised.. the performances were ok. my favourite one was when a f3 chinese girl sang the acoustic version of a patriotic song, and she played the guitar.. it just left me in awe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just got back from Avril Lavigne's concert.. despite that it was drizzling (what a way to start a concert huh), it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me and my sister arrived at the stadium at 8. supposedly the show starts at 8.45, but it really started at 9.15. no matter, it was so worth the wait! the lights all suddenly went off, and BOOM! out came Avril singing her first song, 'girlfriend'. (soooo predictable).&lt;br /&gt;she really knows how to communicate with her fans. she sang the songs from her latest album and also the ones from her first album. and it just so happens that , my sister and i, know the lyrics to almost all of those songs.. so we sang throughout the whole show, and i guess the people at the back was slightly annoyed by it.The thing is, some obviously uninformed people seem to have this impression of Avril as the guitar-trashing-punk rocker.Those people who opposed to it would be embarrassed to know that the concert didn't have any elements of punk or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention? a chinese lady, who looked like she was in her 20's,was sitting beside me. She offered me a poster of Avril Lavigne, but i told her that i already have one. then she replied with a smile on her face saying "by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;you sing very well aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;". EHEM EHEM . i dont mean to brag or anything.. i just wanna share what i've experienced there with you people . haha. no kidding, ask my sister, she's a witness! outside the stadium, a cute stranger asked for my phone number. but too bad for me, i'm the loyal type. dammit, hope you're happy Ehsan.&lt;br /&gt;bottom line : it was my first time to have been to a concert, and i really enjoyed it :)&lt;br /&gt;and surely it wont be the last. there are more concerts to come, calling out my name..and i most probably will be there, after SPM that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;current addiction : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boys like girls - thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-301204091283608593?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/301204091283608593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=301204091283608593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/301204091283608593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/301204091283608593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/08/bring-on-thunder.html' title='Bring on the thunder.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-1641058539228751845</id><published>2008-08-24T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T10:46:29.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You said that you 'll never make me feel lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but yesterday, i've never felt so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You said that you'll always be there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but where were you yesterday when i needed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You said that you'll be my guardian angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but guardian angels aren't supposed to be doing this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A strangled smile fell from my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp; the worst part is that you didnt even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Talk is cheap, but i'm still holding on to your words, because i still believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Prove to me that you're not like any other guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Holidays are over and it's a school day again tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;Dont even bother to ask me how my holidays were.. with trials before me, sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final countdown : 77 days left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-1641058539228751845?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/1641058539228751845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=1641058539228751845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1641058539228751845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/1641058539228751845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/08/empty.html' title='Empty.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-2907817433519606724</id><published>2008-08-21T21:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:30:15.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coincidence, maybe.</title><content type='html'>5 Bina's class party was held today at Station Kopitiam, Wisma MCA. It was my first time to go the restaurant, &amp;amp; it'll be my last for sure. My so-called 'Prawn Tomyam Soup' only had 2 tiny , pathetic prawns in it, not to mention, the soup was too salty. &amp;amp; Liyana's 'chocolate pudding' seems to look somewhat like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dadih&lt;/span&gt;. We immediately burst out laughing when we caught the sight of it, completely and utterly ignored the waiter who was staring at us, feeling all confused. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was kinda cute by the way) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a593.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_38afbb393d1612a49a40dd942070ec90.jpg" height="250" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JANUARY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;Fussy. Seldom shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Takes time to&lt;br /&gt;recover when hurt... Sensitive. Down-to-Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet&lt;br /&gt;someone new in 8 days that will perfectly&lt;br /&gt;balance your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FEBRUARY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble&lt;br /&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;and loyal. Determined to reach goals.&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;freedom.. Rebellious when restricted.&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show it.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;Loves making friends&lt;br /&gt;but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic on the&lt;br /&gt;inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;new and realize that you are a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARCH BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate Shy and&lt;br /&gt;reserved. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally honest, generous&lt;br /&gt;and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Tends to bottle up&lt;br /&gt;feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Observant and assesses others.&lt;br /&gt;If you&lt;br /&gt;repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your&lt;br /&gt;new love in 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APRIL BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool.&lt;br /&gt;Kind and&lt;br /&gt;sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Does&lt;br /&gt;work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Positive Attitude. Thinking generous.&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;memory. Clever and knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to look&lt;br /&gt;for information.&lt;br /&gt;Able to cheer evryone up and/or&lt;br /&gt;make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Able to motivate oneself and&lt;br /&gt;others. Understanding. Fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Hyper.. Bubbly personality. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Loves sports, music, leisure and&lt;br /&gt;traveling.. Systematic.. hott but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&lt;br /&gt;repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye&lt;br /&gt;will introduce themself and you will realize that&lt;br /&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;Strong-willed and&lt;br /&gt;highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation. Shy towards oppisite sex.&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain).&lt;br /&gt;Loves to&lt;br /&gt;dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;literature and the arts... Loves traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dislike&lt;br /&gt;being at home. Restless. Not having many children.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you repost this in the&lt;br /&gt;next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone&lt;br /&gt;you do not speak to much in the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JUNE BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an&lt;br /&gt;absolute pleasure to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to make&lt;br /&gt;new friends and be outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great flirt&lt;br /&gt;and more than likely have an a very attractive&lt;br /&gt;partner. a wicked hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also more than likely&lt;br /&gt;that you have a massive record collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;have a great choice in films, and may one day&lt;br /&gt;become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck,&lt;br /&gt;you've got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you&lt;br /&gt;will meet someone that may possibly become&lt;br /&gt;oneof your closest friends, if you repost this in 5&lt;br /&gt;minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JULY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to fathom and to&lt;br /&gt;be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;br /&gt;Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily&lt;br /&gt;consoled. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about people's&lt;br /&gt;feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spazzy at&lt;br /&gt;times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;Guides others physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;and forms impressions carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and&lt;br /&gt;loving... Treats others equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of&lt;br /&gt;sympathy. Wary and sharp.. Judges people&lt;br /&gt;through observations. Hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No difficulties&lt;br /&gt;in studying. Loves to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always broods&lt;br /&gt;about the past and the old friends.&lt;br /&gt;Waits for&lt;br /&gt;friends. Never looks for friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not aggressive&lt;br /&gt;unless provoked. Loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Repost this in the next 5&lt;br /&gt;mins and your reputation will boost someway in&lt;br /&gt;the next 12 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AUGUST BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks.&lt;br /&gt;feeds on&lt;br /&gt;attention. no self control. kind hearted.&lt;br /&gt;self&lt;br /&gt;confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;easy to get along with and talk to.&lt;br /&gt;has an 'every&lt;br /&gt;thing's peachy' attitude. likes talking and singing.&lt;br /&gt;loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;Hates&lt;br /&gt;not being trusted. BIG imagination.&lt;br /&gt;loves to be&lt;br /&gt;loved. hates studying. in need of 'that someone'.&lt;br /&gt;longs for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;rebellious when withheld or&lt;br /&gt;restricted. lives by 'no pain no gain' caring.&lt;br /&gt;always a suspect. playful. mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;'charming'&lt;br /&gt;or 'beautiful' to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repost in 5&lt;br /&gt;mins and you will meet the love of your life&lt;br /&gt;sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEPTEMBER BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Mysterious. Bottle up the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You won't ever know what's going on in their heads, except for the chosen few.Decisive and haste but tends to regret.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and affectionate to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.&lt;br /&gt;Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Always busy in finding ways to relieve world's problems,&lt;br /&gt;but during this they tend to neglect themself.&lt;br /&gt;Near and dear people&lt;br /&gt;should see to it that they don't forget themself completely&lt;br /&gt;while caring for others all the time. Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous.&lt;br /&gt;Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory.&lt;br /&gt;Moving, motivates&lt;br /&gt;oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can&lt;br /&gt;understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you do not repost this in the next 5&lt;br /&gt;mins, someone very close to you will become mad&lt;br /&gt;at you in the next 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER BABY (ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to takes things at the center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inner and physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gets angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;often. Treats friends importantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brave and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fearless. Always making friends.. Easily hurt but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexiest of them all. (ehem ;p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;repost this in 5 mins or you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not meet the love of your life for 10 years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER BABY (EHSAN'S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trustworthy and loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very passionate and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexy and mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone is drawn towards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your inner and outer beauty and independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;personality. Playful, but secretive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and temperamental sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meets new people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easily and very social in a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fearless and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;independent. Can hold their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stands out in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crowd. Essentially very smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usually, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greatest men are born in this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;begin a relationship with someone from this month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold on to them because their one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(coincidence??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in 5 mins &amp;amp; you will excell in a major event coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;up sometime this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DECEMBER BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking&lt;br /&gt;person possible... better than all of these other&lt;br /&gt;months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive&lt;br /&gt;in everything. Active in games and interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty. Ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influential in&lt;br /&gt;organizations. Fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;though hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinks far with vision,&lt;br /&gt;yet complicated to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced by&lt;br /&gt;kindness. Polite and soft-spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lots of&lt;br /&gt;ideas. Sensitive. Active mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating, tends to&lt;br /&gt;delay. Choosy and always wants the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental. Funny and humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to&lt;br /&gt;joke. Good debating skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has that someone&lt;br /&gt;always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to show character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one guy/girl kind of&lt;br /&gt;person. Loveable. Easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prone to getting&lt;br /&gt;colds. loves music. pretty/handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to&lt;br /&gt;dress up. Easily bored. Fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom shows&lt;br /&gt;emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A hott new guy/girl will catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you will catch theirs too in the next 6 days, if&lt;br /&gt;you repost in 5min]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Which Baby Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-2907817433519606724?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/2907817433519606724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=2907817433519606724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2907817433519606724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/2907817433519606724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-binas-class-party-was-held-today-at.html' title='coincidence, maybe.'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6486170647824413398</id><published>2008-08-19T22:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:06:40.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia still boleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2 days ago, Malaysian shuttler Lee Chong Wei lost to Lin Dan of China in the men's single badminton final. &amp;amp; Malaysia's hopes of a first-ever gold medal in the Olympics were dashed. I watched the match at home with my dad. and let me tell you, it wasn't a pretty sight at all. Chong was losing pretty badly . Couldn't blame him though. I mean, c'mon...the Lin Dan guy is practically much more muscular compared to Lee who's just as skinny as I am. Despite Lee's loss to Lin Dan in straight set, it was a gallant effort by Lee who became the first singles player to have won a silver medal in the Olympics. He put up a good fight not for the RM1million that he was promised, but for his fighting spirit (atleast that's what I think). I'm just proud that Malaysia managed to even reach this far. Don't worry Lee, we will always be cheering for you, the whole Malaysia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbhJcdf1uF0/SBvl3ZoZ47I/AAAAAAAAAiU/LoagIAsVH2I/s400/Lee+Chong+Wei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6486170647824413398?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6486170647824413398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6486170647824413398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6486170647824413398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6486170647824413398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/08/malaysia-still-boleh.html' title='Malaysia still boleh'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SbhJcdf1uF0/SBvl3ZoZ47I/AAAAAAAAAiU/LoagIAsVH2I/s72-c/Lee+Chong+Wei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2645047139733377152.post-6599577117260409177</id><published>2008-08-16T22:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:01:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posto, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;OH, Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I now officially have a blogger account. actually, i already did have one back when i was 13, my cousin was the one who insisted me to have one. well obviously, blogging wasn't my thing back then. Last night, as usual, i didn't have anything else better to do besides logging into myspace so i decided to take a quick peak at my brother's blog. but then i ended up looking through my younger sister's and my cousins' too. i figured maybe blogging would be an interesting thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;oh why didnt i just start blogging earlier? it just had to be this year, which is the year i'll be sitting for my SPM... and to think that my trials is just around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;pfft... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;no use of feeling guilty. i finally made one anyway. so might as well make the best of it . and oh boy, did i have a hard time trying to make this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;so first thing's first, today is just like any other saturday. holidays just started, but too bad i'm not having any of those holiday spirit. as you know, my trials is starting on early of next month. so i reckon i'd be spending my holidays by studying =/ and yes, i managed to study physics' electromagnetism today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;later that evening, my family and i went to Leisure Mall to get my brother's new spectacles. had lunch at Kenny Rogers then later had some Baskin Robin's ice-creams. Mom suddenly had the urge to go to Pavillion. god, hasn't she had enough of that mall? i guess not, since she happens to be the shopaholic in this family, and BELIEVE ME, no other mom can be as shopaholic as she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Dad, myra and muqriz went to Lot 10 instead, while i had to follow mom to do all her shopping. Dad bought 2 tickets for the Avril Lavigne's concert here in Malaysia on the 29th of August. Myra, being the spoilt brat in the family, was the one who told Dad that she wanted to go to the concert in the first place. and Dad, who just keeps spoiling the spoiled brat, agreed to let her go to the concert. and I, being the eldest among the siblings, had to jaga her at the concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;pfffffft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;this would be the first time for the both of us to go to a concert. and like I'm 17, and she's not even 11 yet until next month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;pffffffffft....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;well, running out of ideas on what to write. guess that's all for my first post. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.axcess.com.my/show_image.asp?id=5712984617498305054061235750469280281343" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2645047139733377152-6599577117260409177?l=mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/feeds/6599577117260409177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2645047139733377152&amp;postID=6599577117260409177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6599577117260409177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2645047139733377152/posts/default/6599577117260409177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysaramustaffa.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-finally-i-now-officially-have.html' title='Posto, baby'/><author><name>Mysara//♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01142504643615036521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NGpT7MIfv5Y/SaF9VkrFiWI/AAAAAAAAAII/-h_skZLLICo/S220/DSC00819.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
